Her eyebrows somewhat wrinkled, strenuously pulling on the desk’s two sides. Her relationships with the people in her class weren’t very good. On both sides of her surroundings were girls who glanced at her. But without much of a reaction, they began to talk about anything else that needed to be talked about.
Unfortunately this body had a small frame. Moving the table filled with books and also carrying a backpack, she was swaying from side to side.
The classroom doorway had a pit and one needed to lift the whole table in order to move it outwards. But if lifting it once wasn’t enough, the desk needed to also pass through two screen doors.
With great difficulty, she arrived at the third year Classroom 13’s backdoor. As she moved sideways, Qiao Xiyin’s backpack crashed into the door, and with unsteady hands, the books in the bookshelf fell all over the floor.
It was ruined.
With an emotionless expression, Qiao Xiyin stared at the books on the ground. Suddenly, a pair of clean white hands extended forward, picking up the fallen books and placing them into her desk. The girl’s smile was sweet and revealed two dimples, “Classmate, do you need my help?”
Almost at the same instant she opened her mouth, Qiao Xiyin’s expression changed and she began to shake her head in a startled manner, “No, No need.”
The girl was only asking out of politeness and with a quick hand motion, she had already helped her pick up most of the books that had fallen and had already taken the initiative to hold on to the desk’s other side. “As one person, you can’t move it well. I’ll give you a hand. Who allowed our class to have less guys? You must be a newly transferred student. Our class has chairs that you can just directly go to the back and take.
Qiao Xiyin pressed her lips into a slight smile, “Thank you.”
Of course she was willing to take any help she could get. Cultivators had an innate advantage on people relationships. No matter if it was beauty or a natural charisma, it all made countless people approach them greedily.
In the previous class, every student had somewhat of an understanding of the original owner. They all had the mentality that the first impression lasts forever and because of this, Qiao Xiyin had no comparison for what a class should be. Classroom 13 was different and it was basically the first time everyone met her.
Unfortunately, it was just an average girl.
The girl’s personality was cheerful and extroverted. After just moving the desk, she was already chirping nonstop, “New classmate, I’m called Chang Shilin. What is your name?”
The new fellow student actually gave people a pretty good first impression. While her skin was dry and slightly yellow, her facial features were exquisite, that gave people an obedient and polite feeling, an amiable impression. Especially the clear and pleasing voice. Chang Shilin didn’t know why she would take the initiative to help, but she had naturally generated a protective desire over the girl and didn’t want to see her lonely picking up the books on the floor. Subconsciously, she had already walked over.
“Qiao Xiyin.” Qiao Xiyin quietly said.
“The yin from music*?”
*Music is yinyue in Chinese. There are a lot of Chinese homonyms that have the same exact spelling or the same spelling with a different tone. So a lot of the times when someone introduces themself they also include a word, phrase, or idiom that has each character of their name.
“No,” she shook her head, “The yin from green grass like cushion*.”
*This idiom means a green grass meadow so inviting it makes you want to sleep in it.
But suddenly, she heard the voice of another student who turned their head, “Fellow student, weren’t you called Chen Xiyin?”
