"No need." Li Yun walked up to the stack of books with long and straight legs, lightly lifted the knot of the rope on it, and held it in her hands.
The fingers of Leng Bai's hand pinched the knot of the rope, and said in a casual voice, "Let's go, Teacher Qin."
Qin Mian's weather-beaten, burly and powerful hands, which were about to share the weight for Li Yun, stopped so stiffly in mid-air.
When he went to apply for textbooks, he tried to move here alone, but he was taught to be a man by reality.
The third year of high school is a stage of general review of high school knowledge, and there are quite a lot of textbooks and exercise books.
Not to mention, Li Yun didn't read the first and second grades of high school, so Qin Mian took the textbooks of the three grades at once.
Quite thick.
The weight is also amazing.
It's just that this weak woman with slender arms and legs and glowing white skin, who looks like she has no strength to restrain a chicken, actually holds all the books in her hands.
And with one hand tightly.
Qin Mian stared blankly, and after a few seconds, she came back to her senses, and said with concern: "Li Yun, don't hold on, there are so many books, even an adult teacher can't move them, and you, a student, don't force yourself so much. "
"Can't move?" Li Yun had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, stared at Qin Mian for a few times, and said in a heart-to-heart manner, "Teacher Qin, that must be because you are too old."
Qin Mian's old face flushed instantly, staring at the biceps on his arm.
Can't help but start to doubt life.
Could it be that the biceps that are like small hills on his body can't compare with the two taels of flesh on Li Yun's arm?
Seeing that Qin Mian was still standing there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, Li Yun held up the book and urged him indifferently, "Teacher Qin, do you want to go?"
"You really don't need me to share a little?" Qin Mian stared at the stack of books, thought for a while and asked again.
Li Yun's expression showed a bit of impatience, and the bottom of his cold eyes flickered a bit, "No need."
Qin Mian didn't force it anymore.
Just as the door of the office was opened, the person standing outside the door, the hand that was about to knock on the door, froze in place.
"Teacher Qin." The girl smiled obediently.
Qin Mian knew Zhao Xinyu.
Zhao Xinyu is the representative of the mathematics class of the second class of the third year of high school, and often comes to the dean's office.
After going back and forth like this, you will become familiar with it.
This child is polite and has good thinking ability, which can be regarded as a talent to be made.
Qin Mian also smiled at her, "Come to find Teacher Qian, he is not in the office now." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com