The storm lasted for half an hour without the slightest sign of abating.

"When are you leaving today?" After a long silence, young Zhao opened his mouth first.

"If it's not appropriate for me here, I'll leave now!" Miss Zhou seemed to think that these words were rushing her, and she was about to get up, but was pulled by the young Zhao.

"Don't get me wrong, I mean you leave later today. Wait for me here for a while. Young Zhao's eyes were firm and could not be refuted, but Miss Zhou seemed to be very stubborn, or perhaps, she just didn't want to show weakness.

"Why should I wait for you?"

"Whatever you want, if I were you, just wait!" Young Zhao stood up, patted his pants, sorted out the book "The Legend of the West Chamber" in his hand, carefully flattened the pages, and then took out a ginkgo leaf from the canvas bag and sandwiched it on the page just now, and carefully put the book back on the shelf.

"See you later!" Young Zhao's voice was still in Miss Zhou's mind, but the figure had long since disappeared at the end of the bookshelf. Miss Zhou's heart was full of deer, and the huge library, except for the sound of her own heartbeat, was surprisingly quiet. She stood there like one of the ginkgo trees outside the door.

"I'm sorry, borrow light!"

The passer-by was holding a thick stack of books, just passing by Miss Zhou, and Miss Zhou's thoughts were dragged back to the real world from the distraction just now, and she suddenly turned around and knocked the person holding the book into a stumble and knocked down the bookshelf. This caused a chain reaction, like dominoes, and the shelves in the library in this row touched one by one, and all of them fell in response, and the books were scattered all over the ground.

Miss Zhou and the person holding the book were overwhelmed by this sudden change. The people reading books in the library also ran over to know what was going on, and most of them were stunned by the scene in front of them, and at this moment, time and space seemed to be frozen by the magic of a great magician.

"Crackle~" was another thunderclap, shattering the space-time that had just been frozen, and these people reacted, and quickly took a look at the bookshelves, if someone happened to be under these bookshelves, it must have hurt a lot. Miss Zhou and the book-hugger rushed to the front of the crowd, burrowed into the gap between the bookshelves, and pulled the books piled up in them with their hands, all the way to the last bookshelf. Thankfully, no one was found under the shelves in the end.

Miss Zhou and the book-bearer leaned against the last bookshelf, gasping for breath, sweat sliding down her cheeks to her chin, and then drawing a crystal flash in the air, and then dripping onto her already soaked clothes. Miss Zhou turned her head and expressed her apologies to the person who held the book just now.

"Are you alright?"

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I'm sorry I ......."

"It's okay, it's okay if you're fine. ”

Only then did Miss Zhou see clearly that the person who had just hugged the book was a girl, not tall, thin, wearing a floral shirt that was even thinner, white blue cloth pants, a pair of washed white shoes that were slightly yellow, and two ponytails on both shoulders.

"Meet me, my name is Mo Qianyu. The girl holding the book stretched out her hand, and Miss Zhou was also refreshed, and Malier stretched out her hand.

"Zhou He. ”

"Hey, I'm a little out of touch with this library. Mo Qianyu sighed.

"What's the matter, is there anything that doesn't fit in with a house?" asked Miss Zhou.

"This is the second time we've made this place like this. Last time, too, I tripped over a boy who was sitting here reading a book, and I sorted it out for days......"

"It's okay, I'm responsible, I'll tidy up here with you. Don't look at me like this, I have a lot of strength!" Miss Zhou patted her arm, as if she wanted to prove her strength in this way. But by coincidence, the stomach barked again at this time.

"Are you hungry, are you hungry?" Mo Qianyu heard this voice, wiped the sweat beads on his face, turned his head and asked.

"Yes. Just~" Miss Zhou was about to say that a boy had just given her a nest head, but the words came to her lips and choked back.

"Okay, you eat first, and then we'll tidy up here after eating!" After speaking, Mo Qianyu got up and looked at the mess in this place and the big bookshelves, and sighed again.

Miss Zhou didn't say anything anymore, after all, she was really hungry now. The previous physical contact with the young Zhao made him blush, and the indescribable feeling temporarily suppressed the hunger. The feeling faded and hunger took over the heights again. She walked to the door of the library, and it was still stormy outside, but the clouds were not as dark as they had been when they first came, the rain had lightened, and the thunder had faded away. Miss Zhou took out the nest head from her pocket and devoured it.

By the time Miss Zhou returned to the library, Mo Qianyu and some enthusiastic classmates had already erected two bookshelves, and the books had also been packed up and stacked next to them, waiting to be put back in their original places on the shelves. Miss Zhou also joined in the tidying up, helped set up a cabinet, and was about to bend down to pick up the scattered books, when a familiar voice came.

"I've only been away for a while, and you've made such a big move!" It was young Zhao, and there was an old man standing beside him. Although the old man's hair was gray, his complexion was very ruddy, and there was an indescribable power emanating from him, which made the young men with good temperament around him bend down respectfully.

"Hello Headmaster!"

"Well, hello, what's going on here?" the headmaster's words vividly interpreted the kindness of an old man, and any child who made a mistake would not feel nervous between these words. The same is true for Miss Zhou, the principal feels as kind to herself as her deceased grandfather.

"I accidentally bumped into a classmate, and that's how it came to be. Miss Zhou stood in front of the principal, still holding the book she had just picked up. The principal picked up the top one, looked at it with a smile, and said to Miss Zhou:

"It seems that you will be a 'savior' in the future!hahaha~"

"Dad, what are you doing here?" Mo Qianyu walked over from the other end of the bookshelf that had just been erected, saw the principal, and asked a little unpleasantly. The headmaster was not angry, and his tone was softer.

"I'll take a look, it's okay, you go on. ”

"It's you!" Mo Qianyu recognized the young Zhao standing next to the principal, and pointed at him, with some surprise in his words, and some feelings of blushing when the enemy met him.

"Yes, the same scene!haha~" The conversation between the young Zhao and Mo Qianyu made Miss Zhou a little confused.

"Last time she was here, she knocked down the bookshelves here! Young Zhao saw the question on Miss Zhou's face and explained.

"If it weren't for you sitting on the ground reading, would I have fallen?" Mo Qianyu was a little angry.

"Didn't I help you sort it out? It's nothing to do with me today!" the young man Zhao spread his hands, looking like he had nothing to do with himself.

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!" Mo Qianyu turned around and continued to clean up the books on the ground, and Miss Zhou was also about to set up the bookshelf behind her with another boy.

"Is that her?" the principal looked at Miss Zhou, who was struggling to push the bookshelf, and asked Young Zhao.

"Yes, Headmaster. Young Zhao said respectfully.

"Then stay, the library is short of an administrator. With that, the headmaster turned and left.

"Thank you, Principal!" Young Zhao bowed deeply to the Principal.

Just when Miss Zhou and her party were tidying up the mess in the library, the rain outside quietly stopped, and the leaves of the ginkgo biloba trees became more lush after the rain washed away; in the lawn under the tree, the round dew drops stuck to the slightly curved grass blades, which at first glance looked like countless small pearls; the sky that had been covered by dense dark clouds before also seemed to have been washed away, and the blue color was more profound, and a new bend of neon hung under this depth. At one end of this colorful bridge is a cloud as white as cotton. In Greek mythology, one end of the rainbow hides the treasure of the dwarf elves, and the cloud may be the place where the dwarf elves hide their treasures.