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Chapter 632 The Prime Minister’s Stupid Son (3)

Probably because "low-key" is already the most sacred word in Luo Congcong's mind, so she doesn't feel any nervous about what Xingyang said.She pressed her hat down and lowered her head, whispering, "Be careful, don't be recognized by anyone."

Xingyang shrugged, and looked at his mother through her: "Mom, don't you feel bored? My brother's lectures are all about literary history, so boring."

"Don't talk nonsense, don't disturb your brother's class." Mother Han also lowered her voice and stared at him, then continued to concentrate on listening to the class.

The power of a mother's love is really great. In the end of the class, besides the topic, the main points were highlighted. It was so boring that she could still listen to it with gusto!
Luo Congcong sighed in his heart, resting his forehead on the edge of the table, looking at the mobile phone on his lap.From just now, Susu kept sending her messages to ask about the situation, for fear that if she accidentally said something wrong, she would be dragged out by the guards of the prime minister's wife and beheaded.

"Did you dare to play with your mobile phone when you were in my brother's class?" Xingyang's head suddenly moved over, staring at her mobile phone with interest, "Susu? I remember that this girl is your roommate right?"

"Well, my girlfriend." Luo Cong replied casually, and continued to reply to Susu's message.

"Hey, wait a minute, what do you mean there's an idiot sitting next to you? Is there such a handsome, talented, and attractive idiot?"

"Yes, isn't it you?" Luo Cong looked up at him, and said solemnly.

Xingyang laughed dryly: "Congcong, you have been spoiled by my brother, and your words are so bad."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I only learned [-]%, which is not enough." Luo Congcong put away his phone, and was about to look up at the PPT made by Han Yan'an, when he suddenly met Han Yan'an's gaze.

Judging from his extremely cold eyes, this guy seems, probably, very dissatisfied with the youngest son of the prime minister's family next to her.

Luo Cong shrugged his shoulders to show that he was innocent, then moved a few centimeters to Han's mother calmly, and asked her curiously: "Auntie, what major did you study in college? It was also chemistry. ?"

"I'm a liberal arts student, and chemistry is my culprit." Mother Han looked over and sighed, "I don't know where An An's chemistry talent comes from, and his father didn't major in chemistry, so why did he end up here?" Where is the way?"

"Mom, you and my dad didn't study music, so where did my musical talent come from?" Xingyang also moved to this side, took off half of the mask and asked her.

Mother Han thought about it seriously: "Probably, neither of you is our own. We may have carried the wrong child in the hospital, or twice in a row."

Xingyang petrified.

Luo Cong also pursed his lips and smiled, forcing himself not to laugh out loud.

The prime minister's family is really unusual, a young girl from a poor family like her really can't understand the brain circuit of the number one scholar's mother.

"Do the questions in the following time, and finish them in 10 minutes."

After Han Yan'an said something, the three of them looked up together, and walked towards them after seeing Han Yan'an assigned a task.

Not long after, he walked to the row in front of them and sat down, twisted his body and asked in a low voice, "Mom, isn't it boring?"

"Fortunately, you spoke well, but the expression is too cold, which can easily affect the students' emotions."

"It's okay, their ability to resist attacks is strong." Han Yan'an said as he glanced at the hat on Luo Congcong's head, who was "extremely resistant to attacks", she couldn't help shivering.

But soon he looked at Xingyang and said indifferently: "Put on the mask, it's not safe."

"Hot." Xingyang shook his head.

"Then bear with it."

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(End of this chapter)