"Dear Journalist:
Surprising not to see me upon your return, huh?
Are you still regretting not getting the chance to see my expression after your article is published tomorrow? What did you imagine my face would look like—surprise, shame, or regret?
Too bad, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you.
Let me guess, you're probably sweating bullets, huh? And maybe you suddenly realized why I left so abruptly—
That's right, I already know everything about you: you're not Nana, you're Hour, the journalist from "Deep Throat"... As for how I know, well, that's the puzzle I leave for you to solve yourself.
Anyway, the reason I left tonight was to deny you this triumphant moment.
Ha, you might say, what does it matter even if I leave the school? Zhou Ping will still be nailed to the pillar of shame, mocked by everyone.
You're right, Zhou Ping is forever infamous—yet what does that have to do with me?
You're surprised, aren't you? I can see the surprised look on your face.
