Seeing that the two boys looked sincere and didn't seem to be lying, the security guard asked, "Which room is it? What's missing?"
"A mecha paint. I forgot to take it yesterday."
Generally, maintenance rooms do not store important technical items, and the security guard does not know the reason why the maintenance room is rented, so he thinks that it is just used by students to repair mechas as usual.
"I'll only give you a few minutes, come out quickly."
"Thank you."
The two boys took the electronic key with a smile and ran towards the maintenance room that Su Xiaocai had entered today.
In the maintenance room, all the samples on display were covered with white cloth by Su Xiaocai and placed on a table.
"Why are there a few more things here?"
"Whose?"
"Don't worry about it, just look for something. We can't touch other people's things." The boy didn't lie, he really came to look for paint, because he needed to maintain the mecha the day before yesterday, so he came to the maintenance room rented by the senior student to mix it.
I forgot to take it after mixing it.
The paint on the surface of the mecha was a little damaged. With his obsessive-compulsive disorder, he remembered the paint that he had just mixed not long ago and planned to take it back for use on the mecha.
Since he came here during the day yesterday, he couldn't remember where he put it.
So he pulled a lift and followed his memory to the place where the paint was usually kept.
He didn't look at what his friends were doing, he just focused on finding his own stuff.
Friends at the bottom are not that honest.
He gently lifted a corner of the white cloth, and the "light" of the simulated mechanical limbs stung the boy's eyes. Which student's research topic was the same as his?
He also made a finished product that was exactly the same as the mechanical limbs he had imagined he would make.
The boy couldn't help but wonder, "Maybe someone stole my design?"
This maintenance room is usually used by teachers or senior students. Maybe they have seen his design drafts and the things he made.
He turned around to look at his friend and saw that he was still looking for paint.
My heart was pounding.
If someone really stole the mechanical limbs he designed and successfully manufactured, would he also be able to claim a share of the credit?
This man was very satisfied with the samples. He calmed his breath and thought about the purpose of coming to his school. Wasn't it to obtain cutting-edge technology?
He completely lifted the white cloth and picked up an arm. The moment he touched it, he realized that he had overthought everything and it was definitely not his.
But when a finished product is put out, he must refer to it.
Anything that can be put here at night should also be shown to others.
With this thought in mind, he turned his arm over to look for the start button, but he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. There was no start button, probably somewhere else.
There was a toolbox next to him, and the screwdriver in the toolbox seemed to remind him that he could open it and take a look, and then restore it afterwards without worrying about anyone discovering it.
At this time, his dirty thoughts reached their peak, and he was obsessed with studying other people's things.
He pried open the light green ribbon and prepared to open it carefully, his excitement growing.
There must be some very sophisticated design inside.
"Hey, what are you doing?" The boy who found the paint patted his friend nonchalantly.
With a shake of his hand, the entire mechanical arm fell apart.
The boy who was planning to take the reference was horrified and yelled, “What are you doing?”
"You're tearing up other people's things, and that's not right."
"It's mine, not someone else's." The boy lied hastily, "My tutor and I were researching something together. I don't know why the finished product is here."
"You mean your tutor stole your design? Which tutor?"
Seeing that he was hesitant and unable to speak, the paint boy said angrily, "Go ahead and say it."
He believed in his friend, but he was not stupid. "Let's go find the principal now and tell him about this. The principal is the most fair."
Seeing that his friend was unwilling, he just held the scattered parts in silence.
The paint boy noticed something strange and asked, "Do you have any evidence to prove that it's yours? If not, you stole it and can't claim it as your own."
The security guard's voice came from somewhere, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. "Hey, two students, are you still not done?"
The paint boy shook him and subconsciously said in a low voice: "Let's go, we can't take this thing. If we take it, we can't explain it."
"Let's take it back and assemble it. There's no surveillance here. Let's bring it back tomorrow morning..."
The paint boy slapped him on the back to wake him up. "The maintenance room has been rented out. People come here late at night. Which one is more serious, breaking things or stealing? Mo Yi, you can't do that."
Moyi has a pair of puppy eyes with the corners of his upper eyelids drooping. He looks particularly pitiful when he stares at people without blinking.
"Let's take it back, okay?"
The paint boy ignored him, very principled, and even more angry, pulling his collar and growling, "We sneaked in, we can't take it, do you want to drop out?"
Yes, he doesn’t have to worry about dropping out of school. With this, he won’t have to worry about his livelihood in the future.
But the paint boy didn't give him a chance and forcefully pulled him away.
The stubborn man didn't realize that the hand holding the part was also holding the white cloth, and just pulled it.
Along with other samples, they were all swept to the ground.
The noise was so loud that they could already hear the security guard running over.
A red light flashed in the white cloth, which seemed to have triggered an alarm. Although there was no sound, it scared Moyi so much that he quickly let go.
Moyi finally came to his senses. He quickly dropped his things, took the boy who was painting, turned off the lights and left.
After running a few steps, I ran into the security guard coming towards me.
The security guard asked: "What happened? Are you okay?" The security guard did not suspect that they had done anything bad at first, but was afraid that they had an accident.
Mo Yi thought quickly, "No, we almost spilled the paint just now."
The paint boy's arm was poked.
He found it difficult to talk about the laboratory matters and could only nod with difficulty.
"I'm glad you're okay. Go back and go to sleep quickly." The security guard went to patrol the building.
The paint boy lowered his head, gritted his teeth and walked quickly.
But Mo Yi didn't care. He looked at the maintenance room reluctantly, wondering if he could go over with the senior students tomorrow and take another look. He would definitely be able to understand the principle behind it.
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