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

Chapter 170 The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment (2)

what just happened?
Zhao Feiyuan actually confessed?And it was still in the classroom, and suddenly confessed to Han Yan'an?

Everyone's attention was cast instantly, only to see Zhao Feiyuan standing upright, looking at Han Yan'an with bright eyes.Although her cheeks were flushed because of what she said, her expression was clearly filled with anticipation.

Ke Luo still couldn't react, what was going on?
These four words came too suddenly!She is very clear that Zhao Feiyuan is interested in Han Yan'an. Zhao Feiyuan also fully expressed her interest in the instructor when the military training started, but she has never confessed it so blatantly!

What happened today? There was no warning, no foreplay, or even a trigger, and this girl suddenly confessed her love?Girl, how is your brain circuit so long, how can you do such a sudden thing, she can't keep up with your train of thought!
Luo Congcong blinked and scratched his hair again. After thinking for a few seconds, he couldn't figure out why Zhao Feiyuan wanted to confess his love in class.Finally, in doubt, she had no choice but to look at Han Yan'an.

I saw that Han Yan'an didn't change his expression after hearing these four words, and he didn't show any surprise. He even calmly took out a wet towel bag that Luo Congcong put on the podium, and wiped the sweat on his fingers. Chalk dust!

The classroom was extremely quiet, and everyone's eyes were wandering between Han Yan'an and Zhao Feiyuan, waiting excitedly for Han Yan'an's answer.

Under the terrible silence, Susu suddenly grabbed Luo Congcong's sleeve: "Does Assistant Teacher Han want to date her?"

Luo Congcong also swallowed nervously: "It should be... no..."

Damn, she disagrees!The painting styles of these two people are too inconsistent, and the relationship between her and Zhao Feiyuan is so stiff, if they date, wouldn't she have to resign directly from the position of class representative in the future?

She couldn't bear to be the welfare representative of Han Yan'an class, and she couldn't bear to...

Luo Cong bit his lip and saw Han Yan'an raised his head after wiping his hands, just in time to meet her eyes.Almost subconsciously, Luo Congcong shook his head slightly.

I don't know if Han Yan'an saw her shaking her head, because his eyes only stayed on her god for half a second before moving away to look at Zhao Feiyuan.

This period of silence was too long, so long that Luo Congcong's heart almost stopped!

As soon as Zhao Feiyuan saw Han Yanan's eyes and looked over, the two hands on the table were nervously clasped together, and her eyes widened in anticipation.

But Han Yan'an didn't seem to give her a chance to continue looking forward to it, so he closed the textbook and spit out a few words indifferently.

"I do not like you."

There was an uproar.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang at the right time, and Luo Cong let out the breath held in his chest, feeling that half of his life was about to die.She timidly packed her things and stuffed them into her bag, when suddenly she heard Zhao Feiyuan say in a trembling voice, "Why?"

"There's no reason." Han Yan'an picked up the unused pack of wet wipes, "The class representative sent the things to the office, and everyone else dismissed get out of class." After finishing speaking, he walked out of the classroom.

"Goodbye, Assistant Professor Han!" Everyone shouted in a mess, happily discussing Zhao Feiyuan's confession just now.

Susu had already gone to find Xingzi as usual. When Luo Cong passed Zhao Feiyuan with his bag on his back, he saw her lowered his head in disappointment.

Although she didn't know Zhao Feiyuan's mood at this time, it must be very uncomfortable.

Luo Cong looked back several times, thought for a while and still didn't say a few words of comfort, so he sighed, picked up the things on the podium, and quickly chased them out.

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