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

Chapter 162 Is it lucky?

Just after singing the song and leaving the stage, Luo Congcong ran to beg the minister. Under her pleading, the minister finally agreed that they should go and change their clothes first.

All the girls rushed to the nearest restroom to change at a flying speed as if they were about to be amnesty.But the boys unanimously insisted on wearing suits until the end of the game!

When they changed into their clothes and returned to the square to sit down, Luo Congcong breathed a sigh of relief: "I feel alive now..."

Susu stared at the phone from the side, with a look of unrequited love: "The forum is already crazy, our clothes just swiped the screen... But from now on, why did I suddenly realize that our skirts are actually not that ugly?"

"What nonsense..." Luo Congcong took her mobile phone and glanced at it, "Well...it seems not so ugly..."

I always felt ugly before, because from their own point of view, it is ugly to look at individually.But when I saw the group photo today, I suddenly felt that the big red flowers on the chest were connected together, which seemed pretty good, at least not so monotonous!
But there are a few posts dedicated to taking photos of a single person, which is still ugly!
Luo Congcong returned the phone and shook his head resolutely: "Don't let me see this kind of photo again, my shadow is irreparable!"

Although the process was very worrying, the final result was beyond their expectations.Probably because of the clothes that won the heart of the vice principal, their college actually won No.3!

Before hearing the host's announcement of the result, Luo Congcong heard the senior sister praying beside her all the time: "It must be the top eight, otherwise we will die..." After she prayed several times, she suddenly heard " No.3" three words!

"Really, I must have heard wrong..."

Luo Congcong heard Susu mutter something, and then grabbed her hand suddenly: "It's true! We are actually the third!"

Immediately afterwards, the entire academy heard a shocking exclamation, and the students who were not in the chorus team were applauding, but the people in the chorus team were still wondering if it was true!

It wasn't until the minister came back after receiving the trophy that they were finally sure it wasn't a hallucination, and shouted in unison: "Eat hot pot! Eat hot pot!"

The minister waved his long arm: "Eat! Anyway, there is a bonus, you can eat whatever you want tonight!"

Luo Congcong cheered with them excitedly, then took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Han Yan'an: "No.3! Assistant Professor Han, we are actually No.3! Do you think we are lucky!"

After sending the text message, she was about to come to the trophy to take a photo, and just received a reply after the photo was taken.She hastily clicked on it, and sure enough, she saw those four words.

"well done."

A current flowed from the soles of the feet to the top of the head. Luo Cong clenched his fists and raised his arms, and then saw another message: "The manuscript for the speech contest will start tonight."

Luo Congcong thought about it and went back: "But tonight our chorus team will eat hot pot together, can we prepare it tomorrow?"

A reply came soon: "Yes."

"It seems that you are easy to talk to!" Luo Congcong put away his mobile phone, and continued to chat with others about the hot pot at night.

The minister who couldn't stop laughing suddenly came over and knelt down beside her: "Cong Cong, you see that you are also a member of the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment, right? The minister asks you something, can you do me a favor?"

Luo Congcong had a bad premonition in his heart: "Minister, what do you want to do, I don't do things like murder and arson!"

"It's not that exaggerated, it's very simple. When we eat hot pot tonight, can you invite Senior Yan'an? There will be an interview from the News Department tonight, how honorable it is to have him here!" The minister said with a smile.

Luo Congcong immediately drooped his face: "Minister, you should let me kill and set fire. Why do you all ask me to do this kind of thing? I am just a manager in name, and I have no right to arrange his time!"

(End of this chapter)