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

Chapter 19 How Much Is a Mobile Number Worth?

Due to a delay in the history of literature get out of class, Luo Congcong ran all the way in the following time, and finally rushed into the classroom before the bell rang for the second class.

Looking around in the last row, she immediately saw Susu beckoning to her. She didn't care to pant, and ran over to sit down with a whoosh.

The moment she sat down, the bell rang, and the teacher who had been standing on the podium began to give a lecture, and she also breathed a long sigh of relief.

Susu gave a thumbs up: "Well done!"

Luo Congcong took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and at the same time lowered his head down again and again, so that the students in front of him blocked her perfectly: "If it weren't for my lateness record in this class, I wouldn't So fast..."

"Yes! Who in our class doesn't know that for the past month, only the history of literature and this class have allowed you to sit safely in the classroom in every class! But except for the first day, every time the teacher rolls your name You happened to be there at all times, it’s so strange!" Susu also lowered her head, and said in a low voice, "Hey, you can predict every time the teacher rolls the roll, and you are very accurate, how did you do it?"

Luo Cong waved his hand: "The fifth rule of Luo's family motto, don't say it."

Just as he was about to take out his textbooks and sleep on it, Luo Congcong's phone suddenly vibrated twice.She took a look out of her schoolbag, but her eyes almost fell out!
What was displayed on her phone screen was a text message from an unfamiliar number!

No, she has also received text messages from unfamiliar numbers many times, but this time at the end of the text message, there is an incredible name written!

"Save. Han Yan'an."

"Damn it, it's so concise!" Luo Congcong's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that there are such concise text messages in the 21st century!

Susu poked her head over: "What's simple enough?"

Luo Cong never shy away from turning the phone: "Hey, the phone number of Assistant Professor Han you want. Send me a two-digit red envelope, and the phone number will be yours!" After pressing the lock screen button on the phone, he stretched out his other hand, "Otherwise, hand over the chocolate you bought yesterday."

Susu stuck out her tongue: "Then I don't want it anymore! I don't like high-cold male gods, I like warm-hearted ones! This kind of high-cold men should be left to Zhao Feiyuan."

Zhao Feiyuan was a girl in their class, the one who asked Han Yan'an if he had a girlfriend.Thinking about it this way, Zhao Feiyuan seems to have a special liking for Gao Lengnan...

"Oh right, didn't Zhao Feiyuan say that she liked Instructor Chen during the military training? Why is she right..." Before she finished speaking, the mobile phone in her hand vibrated twice again. She subconsciously looked down, and her eyes nearly closed fall out.

"name."

Luo Cong gritted her teeth and gripped the phone tightly. If it wasn't for the little angel of justice who kept pulling her, she might have thrown the phone away!

How could Han Yan'an not know her name? He clearly did it on purpose!

A light flashed in Luo Congcong's eyes, he quickly typed a few words on the screen with his thumb, then proudly pressed the lock screen and turned his head: "Then tell me, if I sell this number to Zhao Feiyuan, she will How many red envelopes will you send me?"

"I guess... At least three digits, right? Didn't she say that her family is very rich?"

On Building C not far from Building A, when a certain man was writing down a few numbers in the experiment record book, the cell phone on the table rang.

The people around him watched him bring the phone over, and then looked at the phone and pursed their lips and smiled, suddenly dumbfounded.

"Why, Han Yan'an, our high-cold school girl, can also laugh?"

When Han Yan'an heard the words, he just shook his head without saying a word.

On the screen of his mobile phone, the person with the note "Lu Chi" replied a text message, but the text message only had three words and a few punctuation marks full of resentment.

"You, grandpa."

　Since I posted the sticky comment, the collection has increased by 50, and a chapter has been added. T^T There are not many manuscripts left, embarrassing...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)