An Ning looked at the truck full of books, then at Director Hu, who was enjoying the spectacle.
"Is this all?"
Director Hu, whose mouth was halfway into a smirk, found his expression freezing into a stunned "O."
"Huh?"
"Is there more? I like them, but it's a bit on the small side."
Under Director Hu's disbelieving gaze, An Ning easily hopped onto the truck, gave a jaunty wave, and said, "Goodbye."
It was only when the truck was far in the distance that Director Hu finally snapped out of it.
"Is she just being stubborn and refusing to admit defeat, or does she really think it's not enough?"
Real or fake, Director Hu found it hard to tell.
With the help of someone from the auto factory, An Ning successfully got her half-truckload of books, notebooks, and stationery onto the train.
As for that mountain of books, it was stored in the freight car, setting off on the journey right along with An Ning.
Soft sleeper, top bunk.
