The man sat down opposite and said, "If you don't mind, just call me by my online name."
Chen Tinghan looked at him and suddenly asked, "So, is it you who is in charge of that forum, or is it Tingman?"
He laughed and said, "I am Tingman, don't you believe it?"
At this moment, Chen Tinghan's phone rang. It was a message from "Tingman," and the person on the other end was typing, looking quite serious. Chen Tinghan simply glanced at the phone, then lowered his head, stirred the coffee in his cup, stared at the small vortex for a moment, and then slowly said:
"A person can have many faces online, but it's hard to truly hide the personal imprints contained in their daily routines, habits, and language. Unless you're also a student at Haishan, your daily routines and activities likely won't overlap significantly with those of Haishan students."
"Maybe I was just pretending when I was talking online." The man shrugged and said, "What if I work in an office building nearby?"
Chen Tinghan smiled slightly and said, "That makes sense, but as far as I know, the School Union Forum is a cross-school forum. No official from any school has joined, and there are no commercial activities. It feels very casual, and it is most likely a student-run organization.
Since the school and teachers don't care, and there's no money involved, what are you, a big brother, doing among the students?
"Of course, you might be one too. At least you're not the Tingman I've been talking to lately. That's why I'm asking you, who's in charge? I need to find out."
The man laughed and said, "Amazing! Are students nowadays so amazing?"
After a long while, he stopped laughing and said, "I am indeed the manager, and I was in Haishan, but that was almost ten years ago. I guess some of the senior teachers still remember me. My name is Zhu Wenjing."
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