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

Chapter 747 I just want to eat a mango (1)

Seeing Mango again, it was the last day of military training for freshmen.

Speaking of this incident, Luo Cong has been angry since she was a child. She delivered the mango to Dongze herself that day, and thought about taking her back from the beginning to the end.In the end, she waited until two o'clock in the research institute and didn't get any mangoes. In order not to be late for the first class in the afternoon, she had to call Dongze, but the other party said that the two were already at school!

What do you mean by emphasizing sex and despising friends!What does it mean to forget the old love when you have a new love!What does it mean that the mango belongs to someone else, and she can't snatch it even if she wants to!
Dongze didn't respond to her anger at all, instead he took it for granted: "Mango has classes in the afternoon, and I have to go back to school to find a tutor... Besides, you definitely want to stay with Yan Anduo, right? Well, I won't go with you You said, Mango shaves me."

Thinking of Dongze's closing remarks, she wanted to curse!It's great to have a girlfriend to shave, and she also has a boyfriend to accompany her to the competition!

So after the freshman military training was over, when the military training parade was held in the square, Luo Cong sneaked away to the news department after seeing Susu and the others, knocked on the door and opened it, and said darkly: "Senior sister, Where's the mango?"

Wang Yuan turned his head to see her expression of wanting to kill someone, and then looked at the fruit knife she was holding in her left hand, and his heart skipped a beat: "What's the matter, are you going to peel the mango..."

"Yes!"

Wang Yuan subconsciously glanced at the door of the recording studio, and was about to say "No", but Luo Congcong had already walked over.She saw that the girl was holding a fruit knife in her left hand, and she was really carrying a bag of mangoes in her right hand, almost reaching her waist.

"It's really peeling a mango..."

Now is not the time for the campus broadcast, and there is a performance outside, Mango is definitely not live.Thinking of this, Luo Cong bravely pushed open the door, and then bravely looked inside.

Sure enough, Mango was the only one in the recording studio, reading the manuscript with a pen in his mouth and frowning.Seeing her come in, Mango's mouth loosened and fell to the ground, and she was also dumbfounded: "Cong Cong...why are you here..."

"I'm here to eat mangoes." Luo Cong said in a deep voice.

Little Mango froze: "I...did I accidentally offend you..."

Luo Cong walked over with heavy steps and put the bag in front of her: "You didn't mess with me, but your boyfriend did!"

"He..." Mango stood up respectfully and helped Luo Cong to sit down, scratching his long hair at a loss, "Senior Dongze is very busy recently, he probably doesn't have time to mess with you..."

This sentence made Luo Cong so angry that he almost threw the bag into the trash can!She took a few deep breaths and told herself "be elegant and not get angry", and then said: "Yan'an asked me to ask you, when will you give me the script for your broadcast, we will ask for leave at the end of the month and leave school, and then there will be no It's time."

"Ah... the manuscript is still being written..." Mango picked up the manuscript on the table with a sad face, "it's been a long time since I wrote it, but I still haven't finalized it... Cong, it's so difficult..."

"What's the difficulty? Didn't you invite the Korean-speaking little prince from the outer court before in your column? The effect is pretty good!"

"It's different... that little Korean prince is a hot show... he doesn't need to worry too much about his manuscript, because he has a talent for talk show..." Mango's whole face was crowded together, and the cute little face was stunned. Worry turned into a bitter gourd, "But Senior Yan'an's manuscript...it's so difficult...I not only have to design the questions he will answer, but also think about how I can save him if he becomes unhappy...I always It was smooth when I started writing, but I remembered it as I wrote it. If the senior was in a bad mood that day and didn't answer a word, wouldn't I... ah... Cong, how about you write it for me? "

Luo Congcong was stunned for half a second, then decisively took out the largest mango from the bag, and flicked the fruit knife: "Mango, do you think I should peel it and eat it, or cut it open and make a cross..."

(End of this chapter)