The first evening self-study session ended.
Guo Kunnan patted Ma Shicheng. His face was worried, his wrinkles especially deep, as if he had aged two years in a single class.
"Brother Ma, Manman doesn't agree."
"I'm completely out of sorts now."
He had added Manman many times during the class, getting absolutely no response.
Cui Yu came over with his phone, his face ugly:
"Now there are more and more replies to that post. I recognize some IDs from the forums I frequent too. They're all cursing Kunnan, and the few rational people are getting ganged up on and attacked."
"Not only do we have first-year students and second-year students chiming in, but the most badass part is that there are even alumnae from several years back."
Guo Kunnan was anxious, "Can I take a look?"
Ma Shicheng said, "You're better off not seeing it."
