Outside the classroom, on the east balcony.
Lin Jingwen, head of Samsung's crisis response team, watched the high school student named Ma Shicheng.
She felt she might not have made herself clear enough just now. "Because logging is enabled on your phone, the cloud can restore your daily chat records."
The corner of her lips curled as she leaned forward slightly. Her perfume scent was faint, yet pleasant. "Young man, you wouldn't want other people seeing your private information either, would you?"
Her lips were curved, but there was not the slightest hint of amusement in her sharp phoenix eyes.
Ma Shicheng said, "Whatever. My information was sold off by my younger cousin ages ago."
Lin Jingwen found this somewhat troublesome. This high school student was mature in a way that ordinary high school students simply were not. If this were South Korea, those students would already be saying, "Mianhamnida."
She continued, "Of course, we absolutely respect your privacy. We only hope you can cooperate and hand over your phone for professional handling. Otherwise, exposed to the air, the chemical substances will continue releasing toxic materials and heavy metals. You wouldn't want your classmates to be..."
At this, Shan Qingrong and Director Yan's eyelids twitched. They could not help thinking of Class 8's treasured centerpiece.
Still, they were teachers after all, so they kept silent.
Shan Qingrong was actually completely baffled. When he received Samsung's call today, he had thought it was a scam call. Only after Teacher An Chan in the office explained things did he realize that the internet was now flooded with discussion about Samsung.
Truly incredible... Shan Qingrong looked at Ma Shicheng, filled with emotion.
Hearing Lin Jingwen's words, Ma Shicheng pulled an oval, swollen Power Bank from his pocket. It was Liu Chuandao's Roman Bomb.