The delivery guy and the unfamiliar student were at an impasse, surrounded by onlookers who were getting a kick out of the situation and egging them on.
"What's there to ask? Just by looking you can tell it's not his package. Could it be that he wants to take someone else's?"
"...It's possible... Maybe he really is picking it up for Chen Xiwang? He did recite the number."
"Are you dumb? He's holding the package in his hands. We usually give our number before the delivery guy hands over the package."
"The delivery guy didn't do anything wrong either. Otherwise, what if a package gets lost? Wouldn't that be a disaster?"
Amidst the increasing jeering, the male student's demeanor grew more aggressive. He waved the package in his hand and asked, "I'm just picking up a delivery for someone else, why so many questions? You've asked for the phone number, the name, now can I go... It's not like you need to check my ancestors, right?"
