"What the heck?"
Mo Shiyi was stretching lazily, his hand still raised in mid-air, completely frozen as he stared blankly at the bizarre scene before him.
All around him where he slept, the ground was piled high with a vast array of array manuals, stacked layer upon layer, forming little mountains completely enclosing his sleeping area.
And among those 'mountains,' the busy figure of Ye Xiaofan was faintly visible.
Mo Shiyi stared in bewilderment at this newly admitted junior brother, his face full of confusion: "Junior Brother Ye, what... what are you doing?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaofan poked half of his head out from among the 'mountains,' looking at the motionless Mo Shiyi.
"You're awake? Don't just stand there, give me a hand and help take these array manuals to the registration desk."
