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

Chapter 914 Come and go in a hurry (1)

It will be level six next week, and the painting style of the entire 111 dormitory has completely turned into darkness before the light. Luo Congcong wants to come to Xueba's notes, and the four of them gather together every day, rushing frantically towards level six.

In addition to the haze of the sixth grade, there is another haze covering some students of University A this week, and that is a big test before graduation-graduation defense.

After the cultural festival, the ministers of various departments of the student union withdrew one after another to concentrate on preparing for graduation.Luo Congcong, the minister of the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment, also submitted an application for resignation to the President of the Student Union on the second day of the meeting in the ministry.Met on the road yesterday, Luo Congcong asked her why she hadn't seen her recently, the former minister made an old face and sighed pitifully.

"I always thought that my graduation thesis was a hurdle in my life, but I didn't realize until these few days that the higher hurdle is defense!"

"Is it so scary? Lecturer Han said that the defense is very simple, as long as the mentality is not disturbed." Luo Congcong said without any pressure.

"Nonsense, what is the level of lecturer Han, and what is my level? To him, the defense is nothing, even the tail of the international competition!" The former minister patted Luo Congcong on the shoulder and said earnestly , "Cong Cong, although you still can't understand my feelings now, but by this time next year, you will definitely wish that you are possessed by Lecturer Han!"

Thinking of what the former minister said, Luo Congcong couldn't help laughing.Han Yan'an possessed?And the possession is for defense?But her small body can't bear Han Zhuangyuanlang's soul, she must be overnourished to cause her soul to fly away!
"Hey, what are you laughing at! Have you finished the newly bought test bank?" Tomato, who was sitting on the bed memorizing vocabulary, threw a pillow over and turned a page by the way.

"Isn't this being done!" Luo Congcong picked up the pillow and hugged it in his arms, sighing a little, "Sure enough, it's the graduation season, the corridor is not so lively anymore."

"Yeah, the freshmen are used to college life, they are no longer as noisy as when they first came here, and they go out and have fun more. Now the seniors are also busy defending, and they don't wander around in the dormitory. The ones who can still stay in the dormitory now are the sophomores and juniors?"

What Susu said made sense, Luo Cong scratched his hair with a pen to read the question, and felt unable to meditate.

Today is the day for Han Yan'an's first debate. Although at his level, she should be more worried about the teacher in charge of the defense, but when she thinks about what the former minister said, she starts to worry.

"There should be nothing wrong..."

"What?" Susu raised her head and asked her.

"Yan'an's reply... there will be no accidents..."

Kyoko, who was sitting by the side, comforted her along her back while reading the question: "Accidents will never happen. In such an important occasion for graduate student defense, no one can enter without the permission of the defense secretary, let alone Lecturer Han. The chief dean of our provincial research institute, the teachers and professors in the chemistry department of our school all respect him three points, and they have to give him gifts every year and holiday. Who dares to give him a defense? Don't worry, if you have this skill, you Why don't you hurry up and make the question bank and analyze the question types for us."

"Hey..." Luo Congcong simply put down his pen and dragged his chin in worry, "I'm even more worried after you say that... If he can't pass, wouldn't it be big news in the chemical industry? ?”

"Luo Congcong, the number one major in the Chinese department, will become big news in the Chinese department of our school if he fails to pass CET-[-] by the end of his junior year." Tomato said quietly.

Luo Congcong's elbow slipped off the table, and his chin almost hit the corner of the table.

"I'll do it, can't I just do the problem..."

(End of this chapter)