Persimmon

The little one seemed to have grown fond of staying inside Mo Jingchun's jacket, enjoying the feeling of being close to him. Mo Jingchun only teased the little one a couple of times and didn't zip up his jacket, causing the little one to immediately show his displeasure.

Originally, Mo Jingchun had planned to wait for the rain to lighten up before heading out to the school's Courier Station to pick up a package. However, the rain had been falling all morning with no sign of stopping.

As for waiting for the little one to fall asleep before going out alone to pick up the package, Mo Jingchun was still a bit uneasy.

If the little one happened to wake up while he was out picking up the package and couldn't find anyone, who knew how miserably he would cry.

What worried Mo Jingchun the most was the fear that the little one might crawl around and fall off the bed. As the saying goes, it's better to be safe than sorry.

If something unfortunate happened, Mo Jingchun would regret it too late.

Perhaps due to the rain in the afternoon, there were very few pedestrians on the campus roads. When Mo Jingchun arrived at the Courier Station, besides the staff, he didn't see a single student.

It was Mo Jingchun's first time picking up a package at the school's Courier Station, and he had no experience. Looking at the rows of shelves filled with packages, Mo Jingchun could only find a Senior wearing a yellow Vest, who was likely working part-time, and asked, "Hello, how do I find 23-3-45?"

Song Yiping looked at Mo Jingchun, who had healthy-looking skin and was holding a baby, with surprise and said, "Are you a freshman?"

Mo Jingchun nodded and replied, "Yes."

Song Yiping hummed in response and didn't ask the silly question of why a freshman was carrying a child. It was someone else's business, and they didn't know each other at all. Only someone with a broken brain would ask about someone else's privacy for no reason.

"Come with me."

"Junior, look, starting from the right, each shelf is arranged sequentially from 1 onwards. Your package number is 23-3-45, which means it's on the 23rd shelf."

Song Yiping led Mo Jingchun to the 23rd shelf, pointed to the third layer, and said, "The number 3 in the middle of 23-3-45 represents which layer of the shelf the package is on. Yes, you count from bottom to top."

"And the last number, 45, is just a normal number. It doesn't have much impact on you, it's mainly for the Courier Station's system to distinguish packages."

"23-3-45... 23-3-45..."

Song Yiping quickly found number 45 among the dozen or so packages. It was a large item.

Song Yiping reached out and picked it up. Goodness, it was quite heavy, too heavy to lift with one hand.

Mo Jingchun looked at the large box with a bewildered expression. Didn't they say it was a Teething Stick? Why is the package box so big?

If Mo Jingchun hadn't checked the information on the package slip and confirmed it was correct, he would have suspected that the Senior had picked up the wrong package.

The package box was wrapped with a lot of tape, which made it easy for Mo Jingchun to lift the box by hand. Mo Jingchun tested the weight; it was at least twenty pounds. Don't ask Mo Jingchun how he was so sure, it was simply because the box felt about as heavy as the little one in his arms.

Song Yiping took out a special phone and scanned the package number. Mo Jingchun signed his name on it. After the package slip was torn off, the Senior told him he could take it and leave.

Looking at the heavy package, Mo Jingchun fell into deep thought about how to get back.

He had originally thought it was just a Teething Stick that he could simply put in his pocket, but that wasn't the case. It was a large item weighing over twenty pounds.

He had to hold his sister with one hand and an umbrella with the other. So, the question was, which hand would he use to carry the package?

Beside him, Song Yiping saw that Mo Jingchun hadn't left yet and clearly noticed the problem Mo Jingchun was facing.

Song Yiping watched with interest. She also wanted to see how this Junior would solve the problem before him. As for helping, Song Yiping only thought about it. She was on duty, and if she left without permission and got her pay docked, who would she blame? She could only blame herself.

The small problem didn't really stump Mo Jingchun.

Under the shocked gazes of Song Yiping and the other two staff members, Mo Jingchun tucked his jacket into his pants and tightened his belt.

"Candy, hold on tight to Guo-ge."

"Guo-ge."

The little one was very obedient, and her small hand really used force.

Only...

"Hiss~" Mo Jingchun gasped in pain.

"Candy, hold onto brother's clothes, I didn't tell you to pinch brother."

"Pfft~"

Song Yiping, who was drinking water, spat out the water in her mouth.

"Sorry, sorry, I really couldn't hold it in." Song Yiping tried hard to suppress her laughter, but also held it back, her whole face turning red.

Mo Jingchun gave Senior a resentful glance, lifted the express package with his right hand, held the umbrella with his left hand while also protecting his sister inside his jacket, then walked out of the courier station and gradually disappeared into the distance.

"Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter!" After Mo Jingchun left, Song Yiping could no longer hold back and burst into an auntie-like laugh.

"This Junior is too funny, haha, 'pinched me' my ass."

"Wuwuwu~, Song Yiping, I think you were definitely thinking about where that Junior was pinched just now."

"No."

"Hehe."

"Really no."

"I didn't say where, why are you so eager to deny it? Feeling guilty?"

"Too lazy to bother with you."

Mo Jingchun successfully returned to the Apartment Building, but Mo Jingchun also felt that his right hand was powerless and kept shaking.

Mo Jingchun was also very curious about what else was in the express box besides the Teething Stick.

It was so heavy, and sending it from his hometown to Jingcheng, the express fee couldn't have been cheap.

Mo Jingchun put his somewhat reluctant sister Candy into the stroller and began the tense and exciting express unboxing.

He lightly cut the express box twice with a kitchen knife, and the box opened. What did Mo Jingchun see???

Persimmons! Oh my god! Big, yellow persimmons, they should be the fruits from the persimmon tree in front of Uncle's house.

The Teething Stick was wrapped separately in a piece of cloth, which Mo Jingchun recognized at a glance.

Taking out the Teething Stick, Mo Jingchun poured a cup of boiling water and put the Teething Stick in to disinfect it.

Returning to the living room, Mo Jingchun took out all the persimmons from the box, counted them, and there were fifty-one in total, emm.

Mo Jingchun mused that selling these persimmons might not even cover the express fee.

He took a photo and sent it to Uncle.

"Uncle, I received the express package, why did you also send so many persimmons?"

After a while, Mo Jingchun received a WeChat voice message from Uncle.

"These are from the persimmon tree by the door, they're quite tasty," Uncle said. "Aren't your classmates and teachers taking care of you? You can give these to them to try. Persimmons grown at home taste different from those you buy; they're very delicious."

Mo Jingchun was momentarily speechless and could only reply, "Okay."

Looking at the fifty-one large persimmons on the table, Mo Jingchun stroked his chin and began to think. He wasn't very close with the boys in his class, and as of now, they hadn't helped him with anything. In that case, there was no need to give them any.

This way, the fifty-one persimmons could be divided among the fifteen girls in his class, two for each person. The remaining twenty-one would all be given to his counselor, Na Jie.

As for himself, he didn't plan to keep a single one.