Xi Huan was stunned for a moment.

But she quickly reacted and smiled and said, "Yes. I won't talk about you even if you sleep."

Chen Qinglang also had a faint smile on his face.

Xi Huan said again: "But I'm outside because I want to dance in the next class, so you probably have no place to sleep."

He almost subconsciously responded, "It's okay."

He is the best audience for the class outside the classroom, and there is no reason why Chen Qinglang is irresponsible.

The two went downstairs to go to the cafeteria together.

It was already late when they went there, and the students accounted for the majority. Not long after they finished eating, the person in charge of the bookstore arrived.

Nguyen Van sent a message in their group: "The book is here."

A few people arrived in front of the teaching building, and the car was parked in the open space, and the piles of books looked very substantial.

Nguyen Van signed and confirmed on the driver's side.

The driver said, "It's all here, you guys count it by the way."

The students in the teaching building were all in class, so Xi Huan naturally went to unload books with Chen Xueyang and the others, and also called out a few teachers who were originally in this school.

It took nearly half an hour to unload a whole car of books.

The class was over, and many sharp-eyed students saw them and the books beside them, stopped playing, ran to the side to watch and ask non-stop.

Fortunately, this is only ten minutes to finish class, otherwise I will be entangled.

After the class bell rang, the front of the teaching building became quiet again.

Nguyen Van stood aside and rested, "I asked them to separate before. We just count the numbers and send them to the class accordingly."

Yang Xi'an glanced at the teaching building and spoke out: "It will be more troublesome in the fifth and sixth grades. Then we will come, you girls are responsible for the downstairs."

They naturally had no objection.

Xi Huan, Youwei, and Tao Shanshan are responsible for the first and second grades. Because they discussed with the teacher in advance, class was suspended.

The teachers are actually very welcome to these college students who come to teach. After knowing that they donated books, they are even more grateful.

When they entered with the book in their arms, the children's necks were almost broken.

There may be dozens of books implemented in each class, and some story books are not big, just as thick as the length of the little finger nails.

"Is it really for us to show?"

"What a beautiful story book. When I go home today, I can tell my grandma a story she has never heard of before!"

"In the past, I used to call my sister to sleep if I didn't sleep. Now I can tell stories, which is great!"

The chattering talk filled the entire classroom.

The teacher on the podium came down to help, "It's great to have a teacher like you. These children in the mountains will definitely thank you from the bottom of their hearts."

Xi Huan smiled, "These are all we should do."

After the principal confirmed it before, several tables were empty behind the classroom, which happened to be used to store these books, and were filled with local content.

The children were so moved.

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Chen Xueyang rested below after finishing the fourth grade.

It was so tiring to move books upstairs. He took a look at the time and it was almost four o'clock.

Fortunately, it's just autumn, it's not too early.

At this moment, there was a sound of cars outside, and then a staff member walked in with a big box, "Are you the recipient?"

Chen Xueyang turned around, "No."

The staff was about to leave, but he stopped him again. Although he didn't know who bought it, he reported all the names of several people.

"Are these people?"

The staff member shook his head, "No."

No? Chen Xueyang thought about it and there was a flash of inspiration. It might be that he was originally a teacher in the school, and he didn't know what so many people were named.

He pointed to the teaching building, "If it's not, then go upstairs to the office and ask which teacher might belong to."

It happened that the person upstairs came down. Seeing the staff in front of him, and looking at the box in his hand, there was no reaction at all.

The staff also confirmed that it was not them and took the initiative to enter the teaching building.

Tao Shanshan asked: "Are you a courier just now?"

Chen Xueyang nodded, "Yes, I reported our names all over, and he said it was not. I saw that it was in English, so I guess it belonged to which English teacher."

Others didn't care and continued to move books.

The books for the fourth, fifth and sixth grades have been published, and Xi Huan and Youwei and the others have also published the books for the first and second grades, and now there are only the third grade left.

After Yuwei finished sending a class, she went downstairs a few minutes behind and happened to meet a courier carrying the box downstairs and asked her: "Is it your courier?"

She was about to reply that she didn't buy it, but stopped again, "What's it written on it?"

Generally, couriers don’t know how to say it, but some of it are sent to others by others. For example, if you have a surprise, the other party may not know the name.

So he covered his cell phone number and sent it to her.

Yu Wei was stunned for a moment. The English name on it was very familiar.

"It's mine." She was afraid that the courier would not believe it, so she opened WeChat with her mobile phone, "It's the same as my WeChat name."

After signing quickly, the courier left.

Yuwei went downstairs with the box in her arms, thinking about who gave her something. The phone number was not hers, it was a strange number.

Is it the suitor in the school?

It's normal to think about it like this.

Chen Xueyang went downstairs after her and saw her holding the express delivery, showing doubts on his face.

Yuwei: "It's mine."

Chen Xueyang sighed, "It's yours. I used to report your Chinese name before, but I didn't expect it."

Yuwei tore off the order, and the recipient's name also fell in front of him, with the four letters of vivi written on it.

She was also a little puzzled, "It was sent to me by someone else, so I didn't know and I didn't receive the text."

Chen Xueyang twisted the list, glanced at the product he filled in casually, "Are female college students so powerful now?"

He also bought professional equipment to play games, which made him feel ashamed of himself.

"Hey, you're so professional." He leaned over and winked, "Is it a headset for playing games?"

Yuwei stopped, took the order from him, and indeed saw the product. Although she didn't know the name and brand in front, she still knew the following words.

The handwriting is beautiful, flowing.

It is said that seeing words is like meeting each other. Youwei has a very good impression of people who write well. She asked, "Do you know this?"

"Of course." Chen Xueyang took out his mobile phone and typed a few words casually, "The professional players I follow usually endorses from this brand of equipment, you see."

On the screen of the mobile phone is a poster of a League of Legends team he is following, and the copywriting content is exactly the product written on the list.

Yuwei's expression became weird.

She thought of something in an instant, but in the end she didn't speak up, but put the express delivery back to the dormitory and put it back into the arms of moving books.

At this moment, there is only the last classroom left.

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In Grade 3 Class 4, the students turned their heads and looked at the back of the classroom.

Xi Huan stopped at the table and did not dare to move around, "It seemed like the hook was broken."

Today's clothes are easily hooked, and she didn't notice it just now, and the broken area is still behind her waist.

Chen Qinglang stepped forward, "Don't move, I'll take it out for you."

Who knew that there would be hooks on this desk? They didn't pay attention to it at all, but they could imagine that it was a school in the mountains, so it was normal for the desk to be broken.

Xi Huan has only seen desks like this on the Internet.

Chen Qinglang carefully took out the hooked corner of his clothes from the rising nail, "The hole is not big."

Although it is not big, his little finger is still long. When he takes it away, he can even see Xi Huan's waist through the gap.

His fair and crystal skin was only a few centimeters away from his fingertips, which inevitably slowed down his breathing.

Xi Huan seemed to know nothing.

It is close, and there is even a faint fragrance.

Chen Qinglang couldn't tell what the fragrance was, but it smelled very nicely, so he couldn't smell it together.
To be continued...