The school grass is the teacher: Teacher Gao Leng, please ask questions

Chapter 129 It's about you, not irrelevant

In the past few days, Luo Cong has been rushing back to the dormitory before the auntie of the building manager locks the door, and after going back, he washes up and lays down on the bed, falling into a deep sleep within a few minutes.

She was too tired, not only physically, but also mentally.

Go to class during the day when there are classes, and go to Han Yan'an's laboratory when there are no classes. He does experiments and she studies.In the evening, she participated in the activities first, and immediately went to the coffee shop after the activities, and Han Yan'an supervised and recited the speech.

Once Luo Congcong couldn't take it anymore, he lay down on the table with his eyes closed, and asked Han Yan'an dullly: "Assistant Han, why don't I just quit the speech contest? I have to prepare five manuscripts from the preliminary round to the final round. Isn't this necessary?" Am I dead?"

Han Yan'an's feasibility report has been completely revised and is being rewritten.Hearing what she said, he unceremoniously tapped his pen on the top of her head: "Two preliminary rounds and two semi-finals are not difficult, I prepared the manuscript for you, you just memorize it, it won't kill you. "

His strength is very light, and he takes it back to continue writing after hitting.Luo Congcong raised his head and pressed his chin against the first manuscript he printed out, looked at Han Yan'an and said quietly: "Assistant Han, do you know that during class this afternoon, the president of your fan support club ran to our classroom to find me , said he wanted to talk to me."

"What are you talking about?" He asked blankly, but the ending sound did not rise.

Luo Cong took out a thick stack of paper from his bag: "I want to answer the questions, and the questions are all related to you."

Han Yan'an took a quick glance: "Don't let irrelevant things disturb you."

"This is not an unimportant matter. These questions are all related to you." Luo Congcong opened the first page, "At first I just felt curious so I stayed, but later I found out that I can't do many of these questions. Such as your blood type, favorite food, favorite sports, love history, family relationship, and many more, I don’t know the answer at all.”

Han Yan'an's pen stopped, and he stretched out his long arm to take the topic from her hand, closed it without even looking at it, and then put it aside casually: "Recite the manuscript, and memorize half of it in half an hour."

"Half?" Luo Congcong exclaimed, almost knocking down the milk tea in his hand, "This manuscript has three pages!"

Han Yan'an ignored her wailing, and took out his mobile phone directly: "Countdown, start."

Luo Cong started counting down the countdown from crying without tears, and rubbed his temples: "Assistant Han, I now know why Dongdong fell in love with you and killed each other. In terms of torturing people, the two of you are half a catty, One is eight taels."

Han Yan'an watched Luo Congcong recite the manuscript despite his reluctance, and continued to transcribe with satisfaction.Not long after, he saw the mobile phone in his hand lit up, and there was a new text message.

He took a look, and suddenly frowned.

"Why doesn't your house even have instant noodles?"

With a flick of his finger, he replied: "Order takeaway, don't eat fast food, there are side dishes in the refrigerator."

Seeing that the text message was sent successfully, Han Yan'an put the phone aside.His eyes glanced over the thick set of questions inadvertently, he hesitated for two seconds before picking it up, and flipped through a few pages.

Luo Congcong has been quietly watching his reaction, only to see that his brows are getting more and more wrinkled, his eyes are getting colder and colder, and it is about to snow heavily...

With a thud in his heart, Luo Cong snatched it up and stuffed it into the bag, covering his eyes with the other hand: "I won't ask any questions in it, I promise! Balala Energy, please close your eyes Hold back the snowflakes in it!"

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