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That same late night, Ksenia was catching up on data that should have been handled that evening in the study room of the dormitory building.

It was not exam week, and at this hour, she was the only person still in the study room. Then her phone suddenly received a string of notifications. Ksenia opened them and found that Hesta had sent over many photos she had taken today.

"Still not asleep?"

"Can't sleep."

After a while, Hesta sent another message: "For tomorrow night's movie, should I buy tickets for the same time as yesterday?"

"I was just about to tell you about that. Could we change it to the afternoon after tomorrow? My advisor is coming back to campus tomorrow afternoon, and I want to go over the data with her that night."

"Sure, whatever works for you."

"Go to sleep." Ksenia lay facedown on the desk, looking at the screen as she slowly typed, "Good night :)"

The following afternoon, Shi Pingchuan left the police station and returned to his apartment in Pingjing with a bellyful of anger.

Everything had originally been going smoothly at his new job. His new supervisor was an industry veteran he had worked with before, and the whole team had a relaxed atmosphere. Most of the employees in the department he had taken over were young people who had graduated only a year or two ago, so although he had been parachuted in as their manager, he had encountered almost no interpersonal pressure.

Shi Pingchuan had thought he was about to begin a new chapter of his life, only for the company's PR department to approach him yesterday and ask whether he had been involved in the previous Airport Gate Incident.

Shi Pingchuan's face immediately darkened—yeah, but wasn't that why my old