Zhao Yuan's brow furrowed and he muttered, 'You've got to be kidding me. In the time it took me to make one phone call, I've already gotten several more spam messages? Weird. Our university's forum isn't exactly popular, so how did so many ad spammers get in here? And they're so brazen, too. I've already blocked messages from strangers, but I'm still getting them. I have no idea what the forum administrators and moderators are doing. They're not handling this at all. It's just so irresponsible!'
"ACHOO." Han Xiaoyun, one of the moderators in question, sneezed. She rubbed her nose and mumbled to herself, 'Why did I suddenly sneeze? Is someone talking bad about me behind my back? Ugh, I don't have time for this right now. I need to figure out how to contact the "Man Who Wants to Be a Witch Doctor." Damn it, why isn't he replying to my messages? Did he not see them? No, I have to send him another one.'
