You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

The two senior students discussed it for a few minutes and finally decided to register the books they brought first, and then take Su Qinghe and the others to the dormitory to check the remaining six boxes.

Since boys couldn't enter the girls' dormitory, Jiang Che handed the paper forms to Su Qinghe and checked the offline files on her phone again.

"You don't need to bring all the books down, just take clear photos of the cover and copyright page, and make sure to record any notes you may have."

"I know."

"If you're unsure about the price, leave it blank and let the book owner fill it in later."

"Um."

"besides……"

Su Qinghe put her phone into her canvas bag, looked up and interrupted him: "Jiang Che, I'm just going to register textbooks, not going on a business trip."

Jiang Che chuckled: "The person who stayed up until 11 PM last night reciting their opening remarks is now complaining that I'm long-winded?"

"I've already mastered it."

"Okay, Team Leader Su understands."

Jiang Che zipped up her canvas bag and pulled out the hair that was tucked under the strap: "Then I won't say anything more. Message me when you're done."

Su Qinghe nodded and followed Lin tide and the others toward the girls' dormitory.

She hadn't walked far when she stopped again and asked, "Which building are you guys going to?"

"Go to Building 3 first, and then go to Building 4 after you've finished collecting the items."

"Are we meeting at the library entrance at noon?"

"right."

"Then don't run around."

Jiang Che crossed his arms: "What, you don't want to be separated from me?"

"No, I didn't."

Su Qinghe responded quickly, pulling Lin tide along as they walked forward.

Lin tide stumbled as she was pulled along, and looked down at their clasped hands: "You can deny it, but can you stop using me as a shield?"

"I didn't use you as a shield."

"Then why are you walking so fast?"

Su Qinghe didn't answer, and after taking a few steps, she turned back.

Jiang Che was still standing at the bottom of the library steps, not leaving immediately.

Xu Wenbin and Song Mingxuan, who were standing next to him, had already walked forward, and Lu Ziang followed with his bag.

Only Jiang Che remained where he was, watching them leave.

Their eyes met across the passing students.

Su Qinghe quickly turned back, urging Lin tide to hurry up, but her pace wasn't as fast as before.

Lin tide saw this scene clearly and deliberately dragged out her words: "There's no reluctance~"

"It never existed to begin with."

"Then what are you looking back at?"

"Let me see if Zhao Weilan and the others have caught up."

Zhao Weilan, who was walking behind, immediately retorted, "I'm keeping up perfectly well, you don't need to worry."

Shen Shiyu added with a smile, "I thought you were looking at Jiang Che."

Su Qinghe's ears burned, so she could only pretend not to hear, lower her head, take out her phone, and open the registration form in advance.

On the other side, Xu Wenbin had already reached the entrance of dormitory building number three. He turned around and saw Jiang Che lagging behind, and waved to him.

"Old Jiang, stop looking, they've already gone into the girls' dormitory area."

Jiang Che followed, saying, "You should take care of your sack first; the rope is dragging on the ground."

Xu Wenbin looked down and saw that the borrowed packing rope had indeed come undone, with one end still under his foot.

He bent down to tidy the ropes, muttering to himself, "Just you wait, I'm going to fill this bag to the brim today."

The dormitory supervisor in Building 3 only allowed them to go upstairs after hearing that they were there to collect information on second-hand textbooks and after checking their Challenge Cup registration page and student ID.

"Don't shout in the hallway, and don't block the door."

"Don't worry, Auntie, we are all well-mannered," Xu Wenbin replied loudly.

The dormitory supervisor glanced at the sack on his back and said, "You need to be extra careful. People who don't know better might think a junk collector has taken over our building."

Song Mingxuan turned to the side, trying to suppress a laugh, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Xu Wenbin waited until they entered the stairwell before speaking: "Laugh if you want to, don't hold it in."

I didn't laugh.

"Your shoulders were shaking so badly just now, and you still say you weren't laughing?"

Jiang Che raised his hand and pushed open the safety door: "Alright, alright, save your energy. If you get rejected later, we'll need you to liven things up."

"Who would refuse?" Xu Wenbin patted his sack. "It's so convenient for us to go door-to-door and help them get rid of their old books."

As it turns out, he had oversimplified the situation.

The door to the first dormitory room was only slightly ajar.

As soon as Xu Wenbin finished speaking about "second-hand teaching materials," the person inside added, "We don't sell scrap."

"Student, we don't collect recyclables; we run a platform for secondhand textbooks on campus."

"I've heard that kind of talk before. They say they'll help you sell it, but then they can't contact you anymore after they take it."

The person behind the door did not appear, and the sound of slippers scraping the ground grew fainter and fainter, clearly indicating that they had no intention of continuing the negotiations.

Xu Wenbin raised his voice, wanting to explain, but Jiang Che pressed down on his shoulder and shook his head at him.

"Never mind, let's go to the next one."

They don't even have a page to show right now, relying only on student IDs and a verbal introduction, so it's normal that people don't believe them.

When the project plan was written on the computer, each process was clearly organized and looked very simple.

But once they actually started knocking on the door, they realized that who was standing behind it, and whether they were willing to listen to them finish speaking, was something no one could control.

Jiang Che was not discouraged.

The fact that users refused to open the door is itself a finding of the survey.

The second dormitory went smoothly.

After listening to the introduction, the boy who opened the door pulled a dusty cardboard box out of the balcony cabinet.

"You've come at the right time. These books have been sitting here for years. It's a shame to throw them away, but they're taking up space. Take them all."

Xu Wenbin immediately opened the sack: "I told you we could open for business today."

Song Mingxuan squatted down, pulled out a book on advanced mathematics, flipped to the copyright page, and quickly stopped what he was doing.

"This is a version from seven years ago."

"Can't the old version be sold?" a boy in the dormitory asked.

"It can sell, but the school is currently using the eighth edition, while yours is the sixth edition. The textbook structure has been changed, so it may not sell well."

Song Mingxuan flipped through a few more books. He had already switched to a different series for College English, and he no longer used the accompanying software for Computer Fundamentals.

The only book I could barely use was an outline of modern history.

Xu Wenbin slowly lowered his hand, which was supporting the sack. "Such a big box, and only one book is useful?"

"That's not entirely true." Song Mingxuan took out his phone and took a picture of the copyright page. "There's also demand for older textbooks. Some people might use them when preparing for postgraduate entrance exams or looking up old materials."

"Let's clearly register the version and publication year, and add a note indicating the current version used in the course."

"Whether the user ultimately wants it or not is their decision, and we can't control that."

Jiang Che nodded after listening, "Okay, we should also add a version filter to the search page."

Lu Ziang opened his memo and wrote down the requirements: "We also need to add the textbook status, and mark the current version and previous years' versions separately."

After the first textbook was successfully registered, Xu Wenbin took a photo of the registration number.

The situation that followed was not much smoother than the first level.

Some people weren't in their dorms, some said they didn't have any books through the door, and others searched for a long time but only found civil service exam materials and practice books already filled with answers.

After knocking on the doors of seven or eight dorm rooms, there were only three books listed in the form.

Xu Wenbin's sack was still empty, hanging lightly against his back as he walked, the imposing aura he had shown earlier, ready to sweep through the boys' dormitory, had long since vanished.