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

Chapter 738 What kind of hot eyes should be
Although Luo Cong called Han Yan'an about the notebook from the first time, it was still a step too late. Han Yan'an had already left the school in his car.

"Do you want to go so fast, I haven't finished my breakfast, and you are out of school?"

"Of course, it's just time to take a shower and change clothes. Does it take a long time?" Someone still spoke confidently, as if the whole world took a shower and changed clothes as fast as him.

"What should I do? Do you need a notebook today? Oh, you put the notebook in my bag and why didn't you tell me." Luo Congcong looked at the time after eating the last bite, "Or, I'll take a taxi You send it over there?"

"No, I don't have a meeting until ten o'clock. I'll ask Wang Dongxue to pick it up after I get to the courtyard. You can just leave it to him when the time comes."

Luo Cong was no longer in a hurry, but he was puzzled again: "You didn't go to the courtyard anyway, why don't you come back? Why bother Brother Wang?"

"He would love to have this opportunity."

Luo Cong understood it after thinking about it for a while, and the soul of gossip burned for more than ten feet in an instant: "Is the orchid finger still entangled with him?"

"Yeah." Han Yan settled down, and added, "Our department's office area, the recent atmosphere, hot eyes."

Luo Congcong was even happier: "Then I have to see how hot my eyes are... The teacher is here, you concentrate on driving and pay attention to safety."

"Ah."

Classes started, and nothing new started in the classroom. The monitor had already sat next to Susu, and there was only one Susu away from Luo Congcong.

The teacher's lecture was very boring. Luo Congcong flipped through two pages of Han Yan'an's meeting minutes. After finding that she couldn't even understand the punctuation marks, he decided to give up exploring and continue to study her Shan Hai Jing.

As soon as the bell rang for the second class, Luo Congcong received a text message from Wang Dongxue: "Congcong, I've arrived at your school, I'll go shopping first, and wait for you at the door of your classroom before get out of class ends."

"You are using a legitimate reason to skip work at University A." Luo Congcong replied.

"No, I clearly want to nourish my injured eyes with pure culture."

Luo Congcong couldn't help laughing, put the record book under the Shan Hai Jing, and recited the original ancient text silently in his heart.But carrying on, she thought of the primary school girl in the morning, and the wailing they heard when they left.

Did she go a little too far?It's just a girl who likes Han Yan'an, making her cry is not a hero's work, is it?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that what he did was wrong, Luo Cong closed the book a little annoyed, took out his mobile phone and checked the forum, looking for any posts from that school girl.

After flipping through a few pages, she didn't find the event post as No.1, but saw more than a dozen posters who were spectators telling about the incident in the morning!
Luo Congcong clicked on every post, and found that every host said the same thing, that is, the school girl accidentally smashed the purple potato porridge and sprinkled Han Yan'an all over.The school girl immediately apologized and explained that she would help with the laundry, but was reprimanded by Han Yan'an's girlfriend Luo Congcong, and instead of intervening, Han Yan'an didn't say a word, allowing Luo Congcong to bully a school girl.After the two left, the school girl squatted down and cried in pain. The scene was very pitiful.

"Accidentally."

"rebuke."

"Bully."

"Very poor."

Luo Congcong stared at these four words with a high frequency of occurrence speechlessly, and touched Susu's arm: "Susu, if there are more than one same word in a post written by more than a dozen people, what does it mean? ?”

"It means that they checked the manuscript in advance, or it was adapted from the same original manuscript. You are studying Chinese, so why don't you know the principle?" Susu didn't speak, but the class leader answered her.

Luo Congcong nodded thoughtfully: "Oh...the analysis makes sense..."

(End of this chapter)