The little guy seemed to have already taken a liking to staying inside Mo Jingchun's jacket, feeling the warmth of being close to him. Mo Jingchun just teased the little guy a couple of times without zipping up his jacket, and the little guy directly showed his displeasure on his face.

Originally, Mo Jingchun planned to wait until the rain lessened a bit before heading out to the campus station to pick up a package, but it rained all morning and showed no signs of reducing.

As for waiting until the little guy fell asleep and going alone to pick up the package, Mo Jingchun was still a bit uneasy about that.

If the little guy happened to wake up in the middle of the package retrieval and couldn't find anyone, there's no telling how badly he might cry.

What worried Mo Jingchun the most was the fear that the little guy might crawl around and accidentally fall off the bed. As they say, better safe than sorry.

If anything happened, Mo Jingchun would regret it tremendously.

Probably because of the afternoon rain, there were very few people on the campus roads. When Mo Jingchun arrived at the station, apart from the staff, he didn't see a single student.

This was Mo Jingchun's first time picking up a package at the campus station, having no experience at all. Looking at the rows of shelves full of packages, Mo Jingchun could only find a senior student, wearing a yellow vest likely doing part-time work, to ask, "Hello, could you please tell me how to find 23-3-45."

Song Yiping looked at Mo Jingchun, who had healthy-colored skin and was holding a baby, and asked in surprise, "Are you a freshman?"

Mo Jingchun nodded, replying, "Yes."

Song Yiping acknowledged with a hum, avoiding silly questions about why a freshman has a child. It's someone else's matter, and she doesn't know him at all, so she'd have to be mindless to randomly ask personal questions.

"Follow me."

"Now, look, starting from the right, each shelf is arranged in order from number 1. Your package number is 23-3-45, meaning it's on the 23rd shelf," Song Yiping explained, leading Mo Jingchun to the 23rd shelf and pointing to the third tier. "The middle number '3' in 23-3-45 represents the tier of the shelf where the package is placed, counted from bottom to top."

"And the last number 45 is the standard identification number, which generally wouldn't affect you much, but it's primarily for the station's system to distinguish packages."

"23-3-45... 23-3-45..."

Song Yiping quickly found number 45 among a dozen packages, and it was a large piece.

Stretching out her hand, Song Yiping picked it up, exclaiming that it was pretty heavy and couldn't be held with just one hand.

Mo Jingchun looked at the big box, utterly confused. Wasn't it supposed to be a teething toy? How did it become such a huge package?

Had Mo Jingchun not checked the tracking number and confirmed it was correct, he would have suspected that the senior student had taken the wrong package.

The package box was taped up heavily, making it easier for Mo Jingchun to lift it by hand. As he tested the weight, it felt at least 20 pounds — no need to ask how Mo Jingchun could be so certain, it was because it felt about as heavy as the baby in his arms.

Song Yiping pulled out a special phone to scan the tracking number. Mo Jingchun signed above, and once the tracking slip was removed, the senior informed him he was free to go.

Faced with the heavy package, Mo Jingchun fell into deep contemplation about how he might get back.

Originally expecting just a teething toy he could slip into his pocket, the reality was instead a 20-plus-pound large item.

One hand to hold the baby sister, the other to carry an umbrella, which raised the question: which hand should hold the package?

Standing by, Song Yiping noticed that Mo Jingchun hadn't left and clearly realized what dilemma he was facing.

Finding it interesting, Song Yiping wanted to see how this junior would handle the situation. As for helping, it was just a thought. After all, she was at work; if she left without permission and got docked pay, who could she blame? Herself, of course.

This small problem indeed didn't stump Mo Jingchun.

Under the astonished gazes of Song Yiping and the other two staff members, Mo Jingchun tucked his jacket inside his pants and tightened his belt.

"Candy, hold on tight to Brother."

"Bwo-bwo."

The little one obliged obediently, grabbing firmly with her small hands.

But...

"Hiss~" Mo Jingchun drew a sharp breath in pain.

"Candy, hold on to Brother's clothes, not pinch Brother."

"Pfft~"

Song Yiping, who was drinking water, spat it out in laughter.

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help it," Song Yiping apologized, forcing herself not to laugh until her face turned red.

Mo Jingchun glanced at the senior with a mix of resentment, grabbed the package with his right hand, held an umbrella with his left hand, also using it to protect the little sister inside his jacket, and then strolled out of the package station, gradually disappearing from view.

"Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter!" After Mo Jingchun left, Song Yiping couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter.

"This junior is too funny, haha, oh my, got pinched."

"Boohoo~, Song Yiping, I bet you were wondering just where that junior got pinched."

"No, I wasn't."

"Haha."

"I really wasn't."

"I didn't even say where, why are you so quick to deny it? Feeling guilty?"

"Can't be bothered with you."

Mo Jingchun returned to the apartment building successfully, though he felt his right hand was already weak, constantly shaking.

What else could be inside the package box aside from the teething toy? Mo Jingchun was very curious.

Such weight, sent from home to Jing City, wouldn't have come cheap.

Reluctantly placing the little sister Candy in the stroller, Mo Jingchun began the tense and exciting package opening.

After lightly slicing it open twice with a kitchen knife, the package box was opened, and what did Mo Jingchun see???

Persimmons! My god! Huge and yellow persimmons; they must be the fruits from the persimmon tree at his uncle's place.

The teething toy was wrapped separately in a piece of cloth, easily recognized by Mo Jingchun.

He took out the teething toy, poured a cup of boiling water, and put the toy in for disinfection.

Returning to the living room, Mo Jingchun took all the persimmons out of the box and counted fifty-one in total, hmm.

Mo Jingchun pondered that selling these persimmons might not even cover the postage fees.

He snapped a photo and sent it to his uncle.

"Uncle, I received the package. Why did you send so many persimmons?"

In no time, a WeChat voice message from his uncle came through.

"They're from the tree at the doorstep, very tasty. Since your classmates and teachers are taking care of you, share them around for a fresh taste. Homegrown persimmons taste different from store-bought ones, very delicious."

Momentarily tongue-tied, Mo Jingchun could only reply with an "Okay."

Gazing at the fifty-one large persimmons on the table, Mo Jingchun stroked his chin in thought. He wasn't familiar with the male classmates in his class, and at the moment, they hadn't helped out, so there wasn't really a need to share with them.

With this arrangement, fifty-one persimmons could be divided among the 15 girls in the class, two each, leaving twenty-one. Five each could go to senior students, and the remaining eleven would be entirely gifted to the advisor Na.

As for himself, he wasn't planning on keeping any.

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