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

Chapter 329 Self-cultivation of a fake reporter
The host is a very young boy, who also wears a solemn suit and tie.After he made an introduction on the host stage at the side, several people on the stage began to speak.

The first person to speak was Han Yan'an.

In order not to miss Han Yan'an's wonderful performance, Luo Congcong directly turned on his mobile phone to record, zoomed in on the camera to enlarge his face, and listened to him quietly.

But in fact, she couldn't understand what he said at all.

She didn't know what "polyacid" was, and she didn't know what the hell "metal oxide cluster chemicals" were. She just stared at the serious guy on the screen the whole time, full of shock caused by her incomprehension.

During the shooting on the mobile phone, Luo Cong turned his head to look at the reporters around him who kept taking notes, and the photographer with earphones in his ears, bowing his head and whispering something from time to time. The thoughts in his heart could not be described in words.

She has long known that what she likes is not ordinary people, but what she saw today is beyond her cognition.What she likes is a prince who is looked up to high.

Even if he didn't do anything, just simply sitting there, he could attract countless classmates who struck up a conversation.At this time, even though his appearance is not so high, the way he sits in front and talks about his research with confidence can make countless people admire.

I really don't know whether to praise her for her good vision, or tell myself that she is overthinking her capabilities.This is obviously a prince, what kind of impossible idea is she, an ordinary immature child, thinking of?
After Han Yan'an finished speaking, the audience burst into thunderous applause again.Luo Cong put down his phone and watched Han Yan'an stood up and bowed towards the bottom. After the applause gradually weakened, he heard the two reporters in front whispering something.

"This year is Dean Han's first time participating in a press conference, and the headline of this news is absolutely eye-catching!"

"Does it need to be said? With such good looks, height and knowledge, if we can get a few autographed photos, the circulation of our magazine will definitely be doubled!"

"It's a pity that reporters are not allowed to take pictures at the seminar site, otherwise I will take a few more pictures of him in a white coat, tsk tsk, just thinking about it will make my mouth water."

"anthomaniac!"

"What's wrong with the nympho, I'm a nympho and I'm proud!"

The person sitting on the other side of the old man started to speak. Luo Congcong's fingers slid on the screen unconsciously, but he stretched his head forward as hard as he could, and his ears wanted to stand up like rabbits.

According to the two reporters, Han Yan'an had never attended a press conference before, no wonder few people knew about him, and there were no photos of him on the Internet.From this point of view, he was too low-key before.But now he has suddenly become so high-profile, is it because he broke the jar and knew that sooner or later he would not be able to hide it?

After listening to a few more people's speeches, and after the finale old man finished speaking, the one-hour press conference passed quickly.The host had just finished speaking and the press conference was over, when a few people with work IDs walked in outside the door and drove the reporter and cameraman out.

Luo Cong dawdled in his seat for a while, saw that most of the people had gone out, then stood up and pretended to pack the bags that were not messy, and at the same time looked up at Han Yan'an in front, and asked him with his mouth: "I what to do?"

Seeing that she had no intention of going out, the host said into the microphone: "The reporter in the corner, please leave immediately."

Everyone had almost left, Luo Congcong became anxious when he heard the driving sound, and went to see Han Yan'an again.And Han Yan'an just stood up, tidying up his speech.

"She is my friend." He said something to the host, then pinched the file bag in his hand and looked at Luo Congcong, "Take off your press card and follow me."

Luo Cong felt that other people, including the old man, looked at her together, swallowed unconsciously, and then restrainedly took off his press card and walked over: "Oh..."

　The fourth update today~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)