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

Chapter 174 I'm Waiting For You Outside (1)

The final is indeed a big event. Although the competition is at the school level, the organizers are the Department of Chemistry and the Department of Chinese, so the preliminaries and semi-finals are all held in the Chinese Department Building, while the final is directly arranged in the lecture theater of the Chemistry Building.

When Luo Congcong stood at the door of the lecture theater and looked in, he found that the freshman and all grades of the audience had already filled the classroom, and only the front rows of the vertical row on the right hand side were empty as the contestants' seats.

Song Qi counted the number of people at the side and said: "Since there are many people, everyone go sit down first, and the order of playing will be according to the order you just drew. Don't be nervous, except that there are a lot more spectators, there is no big deal Yes, you just treat us as the only judges."

A girl waved her hand straight away: "Senior, don't talk nonsense, there are hundreds of people here at least!"

Luo Cong took two deep breaths, and suddenly felt the phone vibrate.She took it out and took a look, and found that it was a QQ message sent by Han Yan'an. After clicking on it, she saw a picture.

The picture is the manuscript that Han Yanan took before, and then marked a certain sentence with a pen, and wrote a sentence next to it: "Delete this sentence."

Luo Congcong couldn't help laughing, she was about to compete, why was he still studying the manuscript?

She replied with an "ok" gesture, and was about to ask him if he was coming to watch the game, when she suddenly realized that Han Yan'an's profile picture was not a little penguin anymore.

It just so happened that Song Qi told them to sit down in the order they were on stage, and Luo Congcong hurriedly followed them in.She didn't look at the head until she sat down on the seat.

With a "puchi", Luo Congcong couldn't hold back his laughter again.

Feeling the gazes from all directions, Luo Congcong nodded to everyone apologetically, then covered his mouth and smiled and rolled his eyes.

I saw that the place where the little penguin was originally, has now become a Q-version portrait of Han Yan'an.Although the creator's painting skills are not enough, you can still tell from the hairstyle and facial features that the owner of the portrait is the cold Han Yan'an.

Luo Congcong remembered this portrait, which was "Han Yan'an" she drew on the exercises in her literary history class on Monday because she was too bored.At that time, she thought that Han Yan'an would turn a blind eye like the love letter after seeing it, but she didn't expect him to take a photo of it as his profile picture.

Although it is not clear whether Han Yan'an sent the message on purpose, Luo Congcong's smile relieved a lot of tension.She took a deep breath and put the phone away, playing back the memorized manuscript in her mind.

After the people in front finished their speeches one by one, Luo Cong left and came back from looking at the people around him.When the boy on her right stood up on the stage, her heart suddenly beat violently, thumping, as if it was going to explode inside her body.

Damn it, I wasn't nervous a long time ago, but I was nervous when she was about to play!
Luo Cong opened his mouth slightly and couldn't help controlling his breathing, trying to calm down his disobedient heart.But the more she did this, the more nervous she felt.

No, don't be nervous, the last game is coming, isn't nervousness the same as lack of confidence?
Luo Cong closed his eyes tightly and lowered his head, clenched his hands on his knees, reciting ancient poems in his heart to calm himself down.

Suddenly, the chair beside him moved, as if someone had sat down.

But he could clearly hear the boy's speech.

Luo Cong opened his eyes suddenly and turned his head, only to see a boy sitting next to him with the brim of a black baseball cap lowered.He was wearing a black tracksuit that he would only wear when he was running. The collar stood up high to cover half of his face, while the other half of his face that was exposed was looking down at her with indifferent eyes.

In an instant, all the tension disappeared.

　I also hope to meet a Han Yan'an.Ask for tickets, ask for comments, ask for rewards~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)