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

Chapter 232 I Opened the Door to a New World (1)

In fact, there were still a few days before class, but Luo Congcong took the initiative to come back early.

The reason she came back early was to dry the quilt!

During the class reunion during the winter vacation, she found out that one of her elementary school classmates was married and gave birth to a very cute baby.Since then, she has discovered that in addition to those who post about travel, red envelopes, and delicious food, there is also a person who posts about children in her circle of friends!
And look at Luo Congcong herself, the only thing she can dry off is the quilt!
Although she rolled up the quilt before leaving, but after a winter vacation, if she didn't let the quilt see the sun, she doubted that she would be frozen to death by the cold air in the quilt at night.

But it wasn't until she walked to the dormitory with Han Yan'an that she realized that she wasn't thoughtful enough.Since she can think of coming to dry the quilt in advance, the other girls must also think of it.

So when she saw that the clothes drying pole in front of the building was covered with quilts, and even the ground and trees were full of quilts, her mood almost collapsed.

Seeing her standing still in front of the building, Han Yan'an turned to ask her, "What?"

Luo Cong pointed to the clothes rail without any gaps, and pulled his face.

Han Yan'an immediately understood, and pointed at her back.

She followed his fingers to look over, and was shocked: "Don't you boys tan?"

All the places in front of their No. [-] building were occupied by girls' quilts, leaving only one road leading to the gate, but there were still many vacant seats in front of No. [-] Building next door!These are simply two extremes!
Luo Congcong swallowed: "Assistant Han, did you dry the quilt when you went back to school?"

Han Yan'an thought for a while, then nodded: "Yeah."

"Why don't I look like it? I can't imagine the way you hang the quilt at all, your image..." She looked at Han Yan'an again, pointed to the white shirt and black trousers under his coat, "Drying the quilt is not for you."

Han Yan'an stood up her suitcase and asked her solemnly: "Then what suits me."

Luo Cong quickly turned his eyes around, and a flash of inspiration flashed: "Wearing a white coat to do experiments, or wearing a white shirt looking up at the sky, sitting by the sea and blowing the sea breeze... well, and sitting in the classroom to study, with a group of people following you behind you." Girls, this is the picture you should have."

Han Yan'an frowned: "How many romance novels have you read?" After speaking, he went to the dormitory again, "Take out your quilt, and I'll dry it for you."

"Ah? No, the painting style is wrong!"

Han Yan'an's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he turned to stare at her: "What is the painting style?"

"It's just... drying the quilt is not your style!"

"Can the painting style dry the quilt?"

She shook her head in a daze: "It seems that I can't..."

"Then don't talk nonsense." Han Yan'an said five words simply and directly, then turned around and carried all her luggage into the hall.

Luo Cong moved his throat, turned his head to look at the empty clothes pole in front of the boy's building, and kept doing psychological construction in his heart.

After all, she is still a freshman and has no experience in drying the quilt. It is normal for her not to know the exact time to dry the quilt.But if she, a girl, ran to dry the quilt in front of the boy's building, wouldn't it be... too disobedient?

Han Yan'an signed the luggage registration form for her, and did not see a certain girl follow her until she finished writing the words "Luo Congcong".He put down the pen, and called out in a cold voice, "Luo Congcong."

Luo Cong recovered from the shock, and ran over in a hurry: "Assistant Han, why don't I just stop drying?"

"Get it now."

"...Oh, I'll go now...then can you stop staring at me..."

(End of this chapter)