A total of six students rose to welcome Song He.
Three of them were expected.
One was Zhuang Qiyan. With her stunning figure and skin as smooth as jade, she was bathed in sunlight streaming through the library's floor-to-ceiling windows, as pleasing to the eye as ever.
When Song He appeared, her eyes lit up with delight. But then her little face fell, as if she had suddenly remembered something depressing.
The two newly recruited laborers, Nie Junren and Gong Shasha, had waited helplessly for a long time. When they saw Song He, they both sighed, "He finally came."
Three others were unexpected.
The refined and gentle bald Academic God, Chu Long, was the Supreme God of mathematics at the entire university. He had actually come in person?
The last two were Ding Yangze and Ning Mo. They had once taken turns kicking the walls in the bathroom in the middle of the night to turn on the lights—they were old acquaintances.
With distinguished guests filling the place, Song He wore an awkward smile. For a moment, he did not know whom he should talk to first.
Fortunately, Nie Junren spoke first. "Are there any papers that need printing today?"
"If there are, the two of us can go print them now. If we finish early, we can still lie down in the dormitory for a while." Gong Shasha let out a weary sigh, looking like a long-suffering laborer tormented by a cruel landlord.
"Forget about sleeping. There are a lot of things to print today. The two of you will be busy for at least the whole afternoon." Song He calmly gave his orders. "Pack everything into boxes after printing. Nie Junren, sorry for the trouble, but take the boxes to my dormitory."
As soon as he said that,