The three of them got off the bus.
From a distance, they could see the van that came to pick them up, along with two middle-aged men and an old lady eagerly waiting beside it.
Their names were written on a card.
Scribbled and looking oddly mismatched.
The three of them walked up.
"You're Bai Yiyi, Yu Weiwei, and An Xiaoxiao, right? I'm the village chief from Shibalipu. This is Mr. Li, the principal of Shibalipu Primary School. We heard you city kids are coming here to teach and worried you might not adapt, so we specially came to pick you up. Come on, get in the car. Let me carry the luggage for you," said a sturdy middle-aged man stepping forward to take the suitcase from Bai Yiyi's hand.
Bai Yiyi dodged.
They weren't used to being so close to strangers, out of habit, given how special they were.
Besides, the suitcase was just for show; it didn't have much inside. Most of the important stuff was already stored in Bai Yiyi's space, which was what's really crucial for them.
