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

Chapter 562 Are you implying me?

The May Day holiday has come to an end, and more than that, after calculations by the dormitory, it seems that there will not be five days in the rest of the semester. The next time I go home, I am afraid it will be summer vacation.

But Luo Congcong won't feel disappointed, after all, she still has a great summer vacation waiting.Although the premise of being able to go out to play is that her fourth grade score can exceed Han Yan'an's standard, but as long as Han Yan'an is around, is there anything she can't do?

After the holiday, all courses resumed as before, and Luo Congcong also resumed his morning running and evening self-study.Han Yan'an is occasionally busy, but more often than not, he takes Luo Congcong by his side so that he can watch her conveniently while she is studying.

May passed, ushered in June, summer came.Because the summer in City A is really hot, the school temporarily canceled the power cut mechanism.The next day, Luo Congcong got through the work of the building management aunt, and forced Han Yan'an into the dormitory, asking him to help clean the fan on the roof. Since then, the fan in the 111 dormitory has not stopped.

Graduation season ushered in at the end of June, and many seniors in the dormitory had left school.During this time, every time Luo Cong went in and out of the dormitory, he could see many reluctant couples, as if they couldn't meet each other in the future.But more is the unstoppable frolic at night. They didn't talk enough in the past few years, and they all want to finish talking in the last few days.

Luo Congcong asked Han Yan'an if they felt reluctant because of the classmates who were leaving when they graduated from undergraduate.When Han Yan'an heard this, he just raised his hand and tapped her on the head with a pen, signaling her to study the questions quickly, so as not to fail the final exam.

"I have passed all four exams, so you can't let me relax for a few days?" Luo Cong threw away his pen in dissatisfaction, and started lying on the table.

"Although you have passed the CET-[-] exam, your final exam cannot be avoided." Han Yan'an didn't look up, his eyes were still on the chemical materials, but he handed over his pen, "Continue to do the questions, I will check later."

Luo Cong took the pen from Pian Pian's mouth, and drew a line on a certain question: "When it comes to learning, you will regain your teacher's momentum. But Assistant Teacher Han, can I take away the air conditioner in the coffee shop? It's much cooler here than our dormitory."

"The electricity in the dormitory building is limited, and the air conditioner cannot be turned on."

"Okay..." Luo Cong rested his cheek on his arm in boredom, and looked at him with his head tilted, "Then can I take you away, you are a natural refrigerator."

Han Yan'an turned a page, and smiled with his indifferent expression: "If your aunt agrees, I'd rather share a bed with you."

"You are so dirty." Luo Cong turned his head and pointed the back of his head at him, humming twice, "I don't want to share a bed with you, your waist is bad, what if my bed is uncomfortable? I You have to maintain the dignity of my bed."

While talking, she took the phone to unlock it, swiped twice on the menu, and opened Weibo at will.Han Yan'an propped his chin and scanned Luo Cong's back view wallpaper on the screen, and said faintly: "Cong Cong, are you implying me?"

"Hint what?" Luo Cong asked casually.

"Hint me..." Han Yan'an said slowly, put his other hand on Luo Congcong's waist, and squeezed it lightly, "Quickly let you have a try, whether my waist is good or not."

"Hey!" Luo Cong was stunned, and hurriedly dodged his poisonous claws, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at the closed private door, "I didn't mean that, you said it yourself! Assistant Professor Han, you are so kind!" If it is dirty, you will teach me bad!"

"You are obviously self-taught." Han Yan'an knocked on the question in front of her, picked up her pen, "Let's brush up the questions, the final exam is only a few days away."

Luo Cong sticks out his tongue at him, throws away his phone, and prepares to finish this set of questions.

A few minutes later, when she was fighting in the topic, the mobile phone in hand suddenly rang, which seemed to be the private message tone of Weibo.

(End of this chapter)