"Tap—" Qian Lele's footsteps suddenly stopped, staring blankly at the boy beside her.
For some reason, her nose felt a bit sour and astringent.
"What's wrong, Lele? Don't recognize me?" Tang Song reached out to grip the handle of her backpack, lifting it up slightly, "You've got a computer and books in here, right? It's pretty heavy, let me carry it for you."
After speaking, he gently took Qian Lele's backpack off her shoulder.
Her computer was a second-hand laptop made in 2016, both heavy and bulky, with an average configuration.
Plus, with the books and miscellaneous items inside, it was quite heavy.
"Brother Song, how come you're here?" Qian Lele's lips moved slightly, her heart pounding wildly.
"Came to see you." Tang Song smiled and patted her shoulder, "I remember you mentioned before, telling me to come to the teachers' apartments to hang out when I'm free. School starts for you in a few days, right?"
