Meanwhile, the lights were still blazing brightly on the third-year floor.
Each class left some people on duty, leaning on brooms, gazing at the deserted building and the pile of exam papers and textbooks.
"There's so much, how are we supposed to sweep it all?"
"There should be a place downstairs that takes old books. We can sell these and split the money."
"Forget it, that stuff is barely worth anything. If a year-old pig stands on it, it'd weigh less than me."
"But it's close by..."
"Ugh."
Yu Zhiyi listened to their discussion, silently squatted down, searching through the heap of papers and found some reference books.
"Must-Practice Questions, Small Topic Intensive Drills, 53."
"Why would they just throw them away?"
She opened the page with the name, took a photo, and then found the contacts to send it straight away.
After a while, Jiang Nian replied.
"Give me a cut of the junk sale."
