Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

At breakfast, Lu Ze and Fu Xuan sat facing each other at the dining table.

The yam porridge was served in two plain white porcelain bowls, with wisps of steam rising from them.

Fu Xuan lowered his head and drank his porridge, one spoonful at a time, very slowly.

Her messy pink hair had been neatly combed back into place, and she had changed out of her teddy bear pajamas into a white and purple dress.

Since leaving the room, she has kept her eyes down, her gaze fixed on the porridge in her bowl, not daring to look up at Lu Ze across the street.

Neither of them mentioned what had just happened. Lu Ze also wisely kept quiet, but his gaze would occasionally drift unconsciously to the other side, watching Fu Xuan's expression as he drank his porridge.

Every time he looked over, Fu Xuan would scoop the porridge a little faster, as if trying to cover his face with the spoon.

An awkward atmosphere silently brewed between the two.

"I'm done eating."

Fu Xuan put down his bowl and chopsticks, the chopsticks making a very soft, crisp sound as they rested on their holders. "Get ready in a moment, I'll take you to the Imperial Apostles' Office to report for duty."

After saying that, she got up and went back to her room. The auspicious cloud pattern on the hem of her skirt flashed by on the door frame, followed by the soft sound of the door closing.

Lu Ze glanced at the bowl of porridge that was still more than half full, then at the closed door. He knew she was shy.

He dared not speak carelessly; at a time like this, the more he said, the more mistakes he would make. If he embarrassed someone to tears, things would really get out of hand.

He quickly finished his porridge, then tidied up the dishes and chopsticks, folded his apron, and hung it back on the kitchen hook.

After doing all this, Lu Ze walked to the door of Fu Xuan's room and gently knocked on it.

"They're here."

The door opened with a click.

Fu Xuan stood inside the door, her clothes neat and her hairpins in place. The blush on her face had faded considerably, and her expression had returned to its calm and composed state.

However, after opening the door, he still didn't make eye contact with Lu Ze, but instead walked past him and led the way.

Speechless all the way.

The road from Fu Xuan's house to the Imperial Statute Office is not too long, about a quarter of an hour's walk.

Lu Ze always lagged behind Fu Xuan by half a body length, occasionally glancing at her from the side. He saw Fu Xuan looking straight ahead, her steps upright, only the faint pink tinge on the tips of her ears betraying her.

Soon the two entered the gates of the Tabuan, passed through several corridors and courtyards, and arrived at the library.

Fu Xuan pushed open the heavy wooden door, and a musty smell of old books and aged paper wafted out.

In Section B, dozens of boxes of unorganized files and documents were piled up against the wall, stacked higher than a person. Some of the boxes didn't even have lids, and the files inside were crammed together haphazardly, clearly indicating that they had been stored there for quite some time.

"You'll be here today to help organize the files in Zone B, classifying and filing these files by number. Your pay will be 50 dan per day."

After quickly explaining today's tasks, Fu Xuan turned and left in a hurry.

Lu Ze shook his head helplessly.

The girl didn't even ask if she could read the characters in the Xianzhou script before leaving behind a pile of files and departing.

Fortunately, he did recognize all the characters, but the problem wasn't whether he could understand them, but how to categorize them.

How could a newly arrived temporary worker possibly understand the numbering system, filing rules, and bookshelf layout logic for each file?

He looked at the dozens of boxes of messy files in front of him, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

It seems we can only turn to the all-knowing Xingbao for help.

Lu Ze took out his phone and took several pictures of the dozens of boxes of files in Section B. He then walked around the library, taking pictures of all the bookshelf numbers and category labels, and sent them all to Xing.

Next, you just need to patiently wait for the other party's reply.

Thankfully, Xing didn't let us down.

Before long, each picture, filled with annotations, was sent back—the filing number, shelf location, classification criteria, and even the order in which the boxes were moved were all marked.

The remarks section thoughtfully circles several easily confused number prefixes in red, with brief explanations attached.

Following the instructions in the picture, Lu Ze carefully placed the files into their proper places, box by box.

Gradually, the B section, which was so chaotic in the morning that there was nowhere to step, became neat and tidy by noon, with all the files standing quietly on the bookshelves in numerical order.

Lu Ze rubbed his aching back and couldn't help but marvel: just by following the instructions in the picture, he was able to finish a whole day's work in half a day. His junior was truly terrifying.

Now that the work is done, it's time to go to the cafeteria for lunch.

Taibu Si provides meals; Fu Xuan told him this personally yesterday.