Qian Bao was speechless and pulled Jiang Nian up.

"You still have to move things."

"Ah? Can Liu Yang move differently?" Jiang Nian said something extremely rogue, "I'm thinking that the squad leader can't handle it alone, so I can help him or something."

Xibao saw through it at a glance and said speechlessly.

"Li Qingrong can handle it alone, you are just causing trouble here."

"Forcibly recruiting young men." Jiang Nian complained.

If he couldn't use multimedia step by step with the squad leader, he would rather go for a run. At least he could chat with Li Hua and the others, or talk to Chen Yunyun.

On the stairs, the sun shines.

"If you ask me, we are still destined to be mules." Liu Yang said something careless and critical, "I just took a look and it was full of snacks."

"Is there any Susuile jelly?" Jiang Nian asked.

He was also holding a large box in his hand, which was quite heavy and probably contained various gifts and game props. What was even more crazy was that he saw a dozen Sprites.

Who can withstand this thing? Don't turn your intestines violently.

"No, how could you prepare such childish snacks?" Liu Yang looked confused and laughed, "Xianbao is such an adult, can he buy jelly?"

Jiang Nian looked strange, thinking that this was what the old woman liked.

Back to the classroom.

As Qian Bao said, Li Qingrong completed all the multimedia processing work by himself. He even helped Qian Bao decorate the classroom and put up some slogans.

The class hadn't finished their exercises yet, and the deafening music kept vibrating on the classroom radio.

Li Qingrong didn't hear the footsteps of the two people and finished posting a slogan. He turned around and saw the two people. He was slightly stunned for a moment, and then walked towards them.

Liu Yang was a little excited and couldn't help but say when he saw the squad leader coming over.

"No, no, no, it's not heavy."

Li Qingrong walked by and nodded sideways when he heard the words.

"Um."

Then he passed him and walked straight towards Jiang Nian, saying.

"Give me."

Liu Yang turned his head, a little unable to hold himself tight.

Am I not a human being?

But then I thought about it, I was stupid just now and insisted on saying that it was not important or not. Now I am fine. The wind and snow have weighed on me for two or three years, and they have weighed on me for five years in total.

Sometimes, polite words really shouldn't be said carelessly.

When Li Qingrong opened the box, a strand of black hair hung down and his eyelashes trembled slightly. The two were so close that Jiang Nian could even smell the fragrance of the squad leader.

Golden sunlight cast down from the corridor and filled half of the classroom.

By chance, a gust of wind rushed in from the wide open window, causing half of the classroom's books and test papers to rattle. The thin homework books fell to the ground, and several white test papers flew around.

"Hey, where is the wind coming from?" Liu Yang was kind-hearted and helped pick up the test papers that had fallen in the aisle.

Before Jiang Nian could respond, a strand of Li Qingrong's black hair in front of him was blown by the strong wind. It just floated forward and scraped against his cheek. Li Qingrong couldn't help but raise his head.

The distance between the two was no more than two fists, and they both raised their heads and looked at each other.

Li Qingrong's pupils were as dark as ink, and his eyes were faint. His eyes were as clear as a stream, and his eyes seemed to have a lot to say, but he swallowed them back.

When Jiang Nian came to his senses, the squad leader had already walked away.

Xibao held his hands and leaned against the classroom door shrouded in white-gold sunlight, narrowing his eyes narrowly.

"It's great to be young."
Chapter completed!