As Ye Jing thought, the library is not a suitable place for idol activities at all. In fact, it is not so much that she is a campus idol, but that Ye Jing at this moment is more like a zero-hour worker who has been pulled in to fill the number, standing behind the counter to handle the debit procedures for the students who come and go.

Ye Jing wasn't sure if this library was the largest in the university town, but she was sure that it was the largest library she had seen so far, with a two-thousand-square-meter building and a basement on three floors, with dazzling bookshelves all over it, and you could smell a deep scent of ink everywhere she went.

Naturally, the local university has busy staff, and the administrators who are responsible for the students are responsible for maintaining the daily life of the library, and the students who are wandering in the pleasure of reading seem to pay little attention to whether the girls who are on duty around them look like fairies. Not to mention that Ye Jing, who was assigned to help organize the books in a corner, could attract much attention from others. Although Qin Zhao, who came with him as an assistant, complained about this, Ye Jing liked this job very much, because being a librarian has always been her ideal practical position.

"There are no comics ......in this library," Qin Zhao complained to Ye Jing with a suppressed voice.

"Can something that doesn't have a lot of words called a book?" said the administrator of this area, a sophomore girl nicknamed 'Furong'.

When they met for the first time, Ye Jing couldn't help but wonder about the origin of the word 'hibiscus', until Qin Zhao reminded the girl's round appearance everywhere and jokingly said, "Hibiscus is the meaning of eggs~~", Ye Jing understood that this was not a 100% kind nickname.

Qin Zhao also said: "You don't seem to read comics......

"Look~~ Of course I see ......," Fleur generously admitted, "but I won't let it affect my cultural aesthetics, the beauty of the words, how can someone like you who only knows how to read pictures and speak understand?"

The smell of gunpowder in his words made Ye Jing's face black, and he couldn't help but ask Qin Zhao in a low voice: "Hey~~ Have you offended her?"

"Hehe...... Qin Zhao spread his hands, "Furong's nickname is my ......"

"I'll go ......" Ye Jing glanced at Qin Zhao's bulging belly, "Do you really have the courage to talk about others?"

"I'm a boy, she's a girl~~" Qin Zhao raised his eyebrows, his expression was very underwhelming, "This is completely different~~"

"Huh?" Ye Jing was choked by him, "It's really a shame that you can say this, if you want me to say, I think you and Furong are quite compatible......"

"Bah, bah~~" Qin Zhao interrupted Ye Jing with a serious face, "You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense, don't try to pull me into a relationship with her~~"

"I said you ......" Ye Jing couldn't help but clench her fists.

"Uhhh~~" Qin Zhao pointed to the sign that kept quiet, and stretched out his finger with one hand and shook it in front of Ye Jing, "Think! Don't!"

"Hey, don't be stunned, come and help~~"

Ye Jing was about to refute, but when she heard Furong calling her to work, she had to glare at Qin Zhao, who had a hippie smile, rather unwillingly. Thinking about him, people may not look down on you!

"Fleur ......" Ye Jing noticed the name tag on Fleur's chest, it turned out that she had a very boyish name, "Ah...... Li Jiawen...... That ......"

"Ahem...... You still call me Furong......" Li Jiawen snapped his fingers happily, "Don't pay attention to Qin Zhao's bastard, I still like people to call me that, how to say it, compared to her real name, Furong sounds more like a girl, haha~~"

Ye Jing touched her head in embarrassment, it seemed that she was smart again......

In fact, Fleur was born quite foreign, with a pair of beautiful big eyes, full of heaven, and plump lips, which makes people can't help but think that she will definitely be a big beauty if she loses weight.

"These are all books that have just been returned, I've sorted them into categories, you can move them to the back......" Fleur arranged her work neatly, "that one is quite heavy, you can divide it...... A few ......"

Fleur looked at the delicate-looking little girl in front of her in surprise and held back her strength, picked up the stack of books in one go, and staggered towards the bookshelf.

"Oh, it's really rare, and finally there is someone who can work~~" Fleur who followed followed did not hesitate to praise.

"It's nothing, the main thing is that I think it's too troublesome to take it a few times~~" Ye Jing shook his arm and provoked Qin Zhao, who was sitting there drinking water, "Why should I find a man to do this kind of heavy work~~"

I saw that Qin Zhao simply grabbed the book and put it on his face, snoring a few times, and pretended to be asleep.

Fleur shook her head: "Hehe, it's really hard for you, it's not a business trip here, and you still have such a senior......"

"Business trip?" Ye Jing struggled to analyze the amount of information in her words.

"What? you don't know yet?" Li Jiawen laughed, "It's really a primary school girl who doesn't know anything, public places like libraries and canteens in the university need students on duty." ”

"Oh......" Ye Jing nodded, remembering that the second general had mentioned the so-called tolerance in the IT club before.

"Anyway, you can treat this as a monthly shift......" Li Jiawen said as he put the books that Ye Jing moved back into the bookshelf one by one, "Compared with some closed-door positions, the work of the library can be regarded as having an opportunity to face the public, so this job has been rotating among several idol clubs." So, on the bright side, it's not out of your job, is it?"

Ye Jing smiled: "What's there, to be honest, I still want to work here all the time......"

"Oh?" Li Jiawen was stunned, "The few idols who came here before thought it was too boring." ”

"Probably I'm more special~~" Ye Jing shrugged.

Furong turned her head and stared at Ye Jing for a long time, then pursed her lips and smiled: "You are from the Talented and Beautiful People Club, right?"

"yes......"

"Hehe, I remember you~~"

Ye Jing smiled politely and looked around, only to find that the two of them had unconsciously walked to several rows of old bookshelves located in the deepest part of the library.

On the dull bookshelf, there were stacks of mottled and faded books, and the light ink fragrance mixed with a slight musty smell came to Ye Jing's nose, causing Ye Jing to sneeze.

"Whew......" Ye Jing sniffed, "What kind of place is this?"

"Ahh......h......h

Ye Jing broke out in a cold sweat, what's the use of donating these?

Having said that, Ye Jing couldn't help but glance at the publications on the shelf, and suddenly felt that her eyes lit up.

"What is this?" Ye Jing asked, pointing to one of them, because there was something striking on the spine of the book, the legend of the lighthouse.

"Oh, this one......" Fleur stood on tiptoe and took off the book, pinching her nose and waving the dust, "If I'm not mistaken, this is a pretty inexplicable novel, and to be honest, I even suspect that the publisher has made a mistake in the title and content of the book, because the whole book is completely incompatible with the title, where did the legend of the lighthouse come from......"

Ye Jing couldn't help but feel a tightness behind her: "Book...... What does the book say?"

Fleur frowned and thought for a while, "Ah, it's a science fiction theme, a woman born in ancient times was dissatisfied with her social status, and begged God to let her become a man and make a career, and then the plot went all kinds of rampage, running away, anyway, it's very badly written......"

"Can I borrow this?" Ye Jing interjected.

"Huh? uh...... I mean, are you sure? I can recommend you a basic good novel......"

"No, no, no, I just want this ......" Ye Jing swallowed her throat, her expression was like seeing a long-awaited toy in the hands of her parents.

"Okay...... Fleur, who prides herself on having a good taste in reading, doesn't care about the so-called style under such an expression, "I gave up this book at the beginning, maybe the rest of it is written quite brilliantly...... What's that...... Get your student ID out and register......"

"Okay, I'm sorry for you......" Ye Jing hurriedly took out her student ID card and handed it to Furong, rubbing the already blurred cover of the book with one hand, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

It was a roll of design sketches spread out, from which the outline of Mr. Snow's time machine built in the basement was faintly discerning.