There was logically zero paper trail for anyone to trace the incident back to his doorstep.
At least, that was the desperate, fragile lie he kept telling himself.
Meanwhile, across the classrooms, students began guessing the identity of the intended target. A large consensus suspected the targeted superbike belonged to Yin Junjie, given that he possessed an endless list of enemies who intensely despised him. Considering his notoriously hot temper and tyrannical behavior around campus, it was not surprising in the slightest that someone would plot a vicious scheme to ruin his ride and hurt him.
When the rumors finally reached Yin Junjie's ears, he immediately exploded into a stream of violent curses.
"What the absolute fuck?! Who the hell dares to touch my fucking bike?!" Yin Junjie roared angrily, his voice echoing down the corridor. "If I find out who you pathetic bastards are, I swear I will skin you alive with my bare hands!"
