When Zhou Mo arrived at the office, Zhao Xiaoshuang and Ding Ning were cleaning.

Seeing Zhou Mo arrive, they hurriedly greeted her: "Good morning, Senior Sister."

"Good morning," Zhou Mo touched her workstation and didn't find it very dirty, but she still felt a light layer of dust. She quickly took the wet tissue on the table to wipe her hands, and then wiped the table.

Zhao Xiaoshuang saw this scene and shook her head helplessly.

"Sister, we have already wiped the table."

"Let me wipe it again, otherwise it will be really uncomfortable."

Everyone in the group knows about Zhou Mo's mysophobia.

A few people finished cleaning up.

Zhao Xiaoshuang collapsed in exhaustion, leaning back in her office chair. "Senior Sister, isn't Zhang Lanlan coming today?"

Zhou Mo thought that no one in the group knew about Zhang Lanlan's situation yet, and it would be embarrassing to tell others about her pregnancy before marriage, so he could only bite the bullet and say "hmm".

Ding Ning took over the conversation, "I sent her a message on May Day, but she didn't reply. Did she go out somewhere?"

"You should be able to see her posting on WeChat Moments wherever she goes," Zhao Xiaoshuang said. "She's been quiet on WeChat Moments for the past few days. Could something have happened?"

"What could possibly happen?" Zhou Mo interrupted. "The vacation is over, let's get down to business. Xiao Ding, I've made new annotations on your review. You can revise it. It should be ready for Director Shen to review. We also have to start writing the English version later."

"Oh, okay."

Finally, the two people's attention was drawn away from Zhang Lanlan.

Zhou Mo thought about going to see Zhang Lanlan one of these days.

However, on the first day at work, a big melon fell from the sky.

It is said that the matter of the School of Health Management seeking foreign aid to participate in the basketball game was leaked and has reached the school level. The school leaders were severely criticized and said that fraud was rampant. The school leaders turned a deaf ear and said that they were completely unaware of this matter and that it was handed over to the Graduate Student Association.

He immediately put the blame on the Graduate Student Association, pretended to criticize the president of the Graduate Student Association, and posted a message on the college's WeChat public account, saying that Cong Manyong's position as vice president had been removed.

When Zhou Mo and his group saw this news, they didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Zhao Xiaoshuang clapped her hands in approval, "Cong Manyong is in trouble now for trying to use these little tricks again. She lost more than she gained."

Zhou Mo said, "Manrong's evil is obvious to the naked eye. Some people's evil can be seen but cannot be expressed."

Zhao Xiaoshuang: "You said the college leader..."

"Shh-"

Zhao Xiaoshuang shut up immediately.

Zhou Mo reminded him, "We still have to stay here, so there are some things that we should just understand in our hearts and not say out loud."

Zhao Xiaoshuang covered her mouth and nodded, realizing that she had spoken without thinking.

Turning to look at Ding Ning, she said, "Xiao Ding, you should remember this too."

Ding Ning nodded obediently, "Yeah."

Students have always been absolutely obedient to the college's management and have no say in it.

No matter what problems you encounter, you can only endure them until graduation. Don't ever think about complaining or "telling a whistle".

You think you are right, but your counselor gives you a warning. Everyone knows whether it is a threat or something else. After all, no one wants to fail to get a diploma.

Not solving problems but covering the mouths of those who discover them is not only the norm in schools, but also the norm in society.

Zhou Mo suddenly remembered something interesting.

"I also studied my undergraduate degree in the School of Health Management," Zhou Mo said. "The accommodation conditions in the school's several dormitories vary. Some have eight-person rooms, while others have two-person rooms. When my class moved from the main campus to the School of Medicine, several majors almost had a fight over dormitory allocations. In the end, the school decided to draw lots, and no one objected. In my senior year, a new secretary came to the school. He felt that since the students were distributed across different dormitories, it was too troublesome to check in on them. So he asked the logistics department to move all the students to one building, the eight-person dormitories with the worst conditions."

"..." Zhao Xiaoshuang was shocked. "Is this...something wrong with my brain?"

Zhou Mo remained noncommittal. "It's fine to put everyone in one building, and it's fine to not go with the worst. At least everyone's in four-person dormitories and no one will complain. But it has to be those eight-person dormitories that no one wants to go to. The School of Pharmacy and the School of Clinical Medicine are eager to send all their students to the better dormitories, but our school doesn't strive for the best, but picks up what others leave behind, like we've found a treasure."

"What happened in the end? Did you all move there?" Zhao Xiaoshuang was curious.

"No," Zhou Mo said. "Several students from my class complained to the medical department. Some were even more ruthless and contacted a Weibo influencer to expose the story. Later, it was reported by the local news."

"That's amazing," Zhao Xiaoshuang admired sincerely.

"That sounds pretty satisfying, doesn't it?" Zhou Mo smiled bitterly. "Although we didn't get to move into the dorm, the students who went to the department to complain were pulled in for a lecture by the counselor. One of our classmates became a target for development and didn't join the Party until graduation, while all of her classmates did."

"This..." Zhao Xiaoshuang felt aggrieved. "Aren't counselors supposed to help students solve their daily life and study problems? Why? Instead of solving their problems, they criticize them. Isn't this confusing right and wrong?"

"That's not the case," Zhou Mo sneered. "The counselor scolded them, accusing them of 'going beyond the proper level to appeal'. He said that by not consulting the college and going directly to the department, they would embarrass the college leadership. Doesn't this excuse sound very reasonable? It makes you feel that you've done something wrong?"

Zhao Xiaoshuang nodded.

"This is a classic tactic of deflecting conflict without resolving the problem," Zhou Mo asked. "Don't you think this is also a disguised form of PUA? You say A, and he tells you B, and then says that B's occurrence is entirely your responsibility."

Zhao Xiaoshuang suddenly had an epiphany.

"This kind of tactics is often used in social and entertainment news. Instead of discussing infidelity or domestic violence, they bring in all sorts of negative information about the victim, then slam both sides. With a little more clever marketing, the victim can become the perpetrator."

Zhou Mo sighed, "So, watch less news and read more. Instead of being a fence-sitter or cannon fodder swayed by public opinion, it's better to learn more, increase your knowledge, and broaden your mind. People should have their own thoughts and the ability to distinguish right from wrong. My Mao Zedong Thought teacher said this, and I still find it useful today."

Things in the world are not black or white, but you must have the most basic morals and simple emotions to distinguish right from wrong, instead of empathizing and working hard with vested interests, otherwise you will become unhappy.

Just like Cong Manyong, who ended up being the scapegoat.

Zhao Xiaoshuang sincerely admired Zhou Mo, "Senior sister, it would be a waste of your talent if you didn't study social sciences."

Zhou Mo smiled and said, "Flattery won't work. You still have to submit your literature report on time this week."