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

Chapter 84 It's Not Surveillance, It's Supervision
While studying in the coffee shop in the afternoon, Luo Congcong received three text messages.

The three are group text messages from the three clubs. The photography club will meet next Tuesday night, and the charity club and volunteer club will meet together on Monday night because they are brothers.

Luo Cong read the three text messages while biting his straw, and remembered that when his phone rang just now, the phone of the person opposite seemed to vibrate.Looking up, he suddenly found that Han Yan'an was also looking at his phone.

"Assistant Han, did you also receive a text message?" Luo Congcong paused for a flash of inspiration, "Is it also a text message from the club?"

"Ah."

"Huh?" She reached out and snatched his mobile phone, looking at the content on the screen.

Seeing that her phone was taken away by Han Yan'an, she was not angry, and continued to read the chemistry book indifferently.

A few seconds later, Luo Congcong became angry: "Didn't you leave the club? Why did you still receive group text messages from the volunteer group!"

"I'll ask Wenxin to tell me everything related to the club in the future." He turned the page calmly, "Send me a text message too."

Luo Congcong glared at him, put the phone back in front of him, and muttered in a low voice, "You're clearly spying on me."

Someone turned the page again: "It's not surveillance." After a pause, "It's supervision."

A certain girl's anger was quenched by cold water, she put her chin on the table and said weakly: "Professor Han, logically speaking, you should be very busy. You need to continue your postgraduate studies, prepare for inter-professional postgraduate entrance examinations, and prepare for literature lessons." Shi... Then why do you have so much time to supervise my study? It has been so many days, and you have time to come and watch me every day."

"I'm very busy." Someone turned the page again, "When you are in class, I have to do experiments, prepare for the postgraduate exam of the Chinese Department, and prepare lessons. When you are not in class, I have to supervise your study guarantee Your credits. So, if you don't study now, it is equivalent to wasting my time. To waste other people's time is equivalent to murdering your own money."

Luo Cong gave him a blank look: "Thank you Assistant Professor Han for giving me so many words!"

"Ah."

He gave him another look: "Thank you Lord Ron!"

"Yeah." Turning another page.

Luo Congcong watched Han Yan'an turn over page after page indifferently, and didn't bother to continue talking, so he opened the modern Chinese that had already been turned with traces, rested his chin on it, and lowered his eyes to scan the words on it.

I have read the first ten pages for many days, and Assistant Professor Han means that she has to read this part before the teacher tells the next content.So in fact, she is really tired of watching it!

Han Yan'an said, "Sit upright."

"Yes, yes, Assistant Professor Han is right!" Luo Cong straightened up feebly, held his chin and quickly looked at it, and suddenly raised his eyes and smiled flatteringly, "Assistant Han, we will have dinner soon. It's the weekend again, look...can you...don't study tonight?"

Before Han Yan'an could speak, the waiter sister happened to come over and leaned over to ask him: "The vanilla milk tea in the store is sold out, can I change it to strawberry milk tea temporarily?"

When they stayed in the coffee shop to study at night, Luo Congcong usually ordered a cup of vanilla milk tea. Han Yan'an didn't like coffee, and he only drank a few sips of milk tea, so he would only occasionally order a cup of plain water.

Luo Cong murmured in his heart: "I'm the one drinking milk tea, what do you ask him for?" Then he stared pitifully at Han Yan'an, and softly shouted, "Assistant Han..."

Han Yan'an glanced at her modern Chinese, closed the chemistry book suddenly, and started packing: "We won't come tonight."

The waiter was stunned, but Luo Congcong immediately laughed excitedly, and packed his schoolbag non-stop: "Assistant Han, you are simply a very good person!"

"Rest well tonight." Someone suddenly paused, "Starting tomorrow, I won't have this chance."

What does it mean?
Luo Cong looked at Han Yan'an's expressionless expression from his movements, and felt a chilly wind blowing from behind, which made her shiver uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)