Beside him was a toolbox, the screwdriver inside seemed to suggest that he could open it up, and restore it afterwards so no one would notice.
At this moment, his sneaky thoughts reached a peak, consumed with the idea of examining other people's things.
He pried open the light green strap, preparing to carefully unveil it, his emotions growing more and more agitated.
There must be a very sophisticated design inside.
"Hey, what are you doing?" a boy who found the paint casually patted his friend.
His hand shook, and the entire mechanical arm came apart.
The boy planning to study it was terrified and shouted, "What are you doing?"
"You're taking apart someone else's stuff, that's not right."
"It's not someone else's, it's mine," the boy hurriedly lied, "It's something I'm working on with my advisor, I just don't know why it's finished and placed here."
"You're saying the advisor stole your design? Which advisor?"
