Monday's morning self-study was noisy, filled with a jumble of voices, most of them girls'.
Jiang Ning plucked at the sound strings and quickly figured out what the girls were discussing.
Some of the boarding girls in class had lost clothes, probably stolen. That was roughly what they were saying.
Yeah, intimate clothing.
Jiang Ning instinctively glanced at Shan Xiao. Shan Xiao sat properly at his desk. Jiang Ning wasn't sure whether it was him, but he remembered that Shan Xiao didn't seem to have done this sort of thing before.
As more and more girls arrived, the topic grew increasingly heated, and the talk reached the back rows.
Sitting at his desk and listening to the girls, Shan Xiao looked confused. Someone had actually stolen girls' clothes? That was way too low.
He would never do something like that. Though he stole things, he had principles—he only stole things that were easy to sell. Girls' clothes were far too troublesome. He wouldn't touch them.
Listening to the girls in front discuss the matter and seeing the utter disgust on their faces, mixed with nausea, Ma Shicheng said disdainfully, "Isn't it just some clothes going missing? What's there to be so angry about?"
He looked completely unconcerned. He truly didn't understand. They'd only had some clothes stolen—why such a huge reaction? It wasn't like they were worth much.
Ma Shicheng couldn't relate at all. When the girls said they wanted to report it to the Security Department and find the culprit, he only thought they were being overly dramatic.
Hearing him, Guo Kunnan said, "Having clothes stolen is actually pretty serious. Mainly because this kind of thing is disgusting."
Ma Shicheng scoffed. "Disgusting? I don't think so. If it were me, thieves could take my clothes whenever they wanted."
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