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

Chapter 398 It's first love, also secret love
This day was still spent peacefully. At [-] o'clock in the evening, everyone gathered at the location specified by Han Yan'an as usual, and went back to the hotel together.

On the way back, many people were explaining about the postcards, and some people wrote more than a dozen, sitting in a letter for almost the whole afternoon.Luo Congcong breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and whispered, "Fortunately, I didn't meet them."

"What?" Han Yan'an leaned back in the chair tiredly, and asked her with half-closed eyes.

"If you meet them, with their personality, they will definitely snatch what I wrote and read it. Then it will be embarrassing." Luo Cong said while taking the bag on his lap, "Go to bed for a while. , I will call you when we arrive."

Han Yan'an opened his sleepy eyes, and his eyes slowly slid down to look at her legs.Luo Cong smiled and closed the curtains: "I don't have a chance to let you sleep on my lap today, but it's not far from the hotel..." Before she finished speaking, she turned her head and found that Han Yan'an had folded her arms He hugged his chest, pressed the back of his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

"So fast? Could it be that he didn't sleep well after drinking alcohol last night?" Luo Congcong murmured in his heart, leaned back on the chair, opened the curtains a little and looked outside.

Her shadow was reflected on the glass, but because Han Yan'an sat too far back, she could only see his folded arms.

During a free activity before, Luo Congcong forced Han Yan'an to go shopping, and bought him a pair of slim blue jeans and a casual white shirt.

Although he rarely wore a formal suit shirt and trousers, his jeans and slacks were always black, and she always wanted to see him in blue jeans.

It's just that after buying it according to size, he never wore it.He didn't mention it, and she didn't ask.

Thinking about it, she suddenly remembered what Han Yan'an said today: "You are also very good."

It is not that she has never heard the word "excellent" since she was a child. Her mother said that she is excellent in making bread, because she always eats the bread she makes with relish.Dongdong also said that her interpersonal skills are not bad, she is very popular and has many friends.

But in the final analysis, her "excellence" is clearly not at the same level as Han Yan'an's "excellence".She was never a girl who would feel inferior, but the person she liked was Han Yan'an whom she could never catch up with anyway.

The car jolted suddenly, and Luo Congcong hurriedly turned his head to see if Han Yan'an had been woken up.Fortunately, he slept soundly this time, and his breathing was still very even.

Whenever Han Yan'an fell asleep, it was the time when he was the quietest and best to get along with.

Luo Congcong looked at his flawless profile, and quietly moved a little towards him. After making sure that no one was looking around, she slowly stretched out her index finger, intending to poke his cheek.

Just when her fingertips were stretched halfway, the car suddenly bumped again. Before Luo Congcong could react, Han Yan'an tilted his head in her direction, and his cheek happened to touch her index finger.

Luo Cong was taken aback, watching his fingers precisely poke his cheek.In the past, she poked it secretly, but this time he touched it by himself, and the feeling is a little different from before.

But the essence of the feeling is the same, she likes this boy.

It's first love, and it's also secret love.

She won't say big things like liking her forever, but he must be the one she will never forget.Maybe she will never meet a boy who is as good as him and can make her fall in love anytime and anywhere.

Luo Cong pursed his lips and slowly retracted his index finger, ready to move back quietly.

Suddenly, Han Yan'an's head fell down and leaned on her shoulder accurately.

　First love is the best, but the probability of success is too low.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)