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

Chapter 968 Why Are You Crying? Don’t Cry
After the noisy graduation ceremony, and after listening to the principal say "I will sum up two more points" countless times, the time finally came to the last day of the university.

Early in the morning, everyone in the Chinese Department gathered in front of the Chinese Department building. The leaders read their manuscripts with great emotion and expressed their expectations for everyone, and then they lined up to get their certificates.

When they took a photo with the principal a few days ago, they held their graduation certificates in their hands, but in fact it was just an empty shell, and they had to return it after the photo was taken.I can finally get the real graduation certificate today, and I am a little excited when I think about it.

But at the same time, this is also the last time standing in the same team, facing the same direction.The squad leader counted the number of people, but in the end some people still couldn't come back, so they had to ask someone to take it on their behalf.

There was a girl in the class who had been busy before, and she didn't bring a white shirt when she got together. Today, she had the opportunity to ask everyone to sign, but someone was away.There are thirty people in the class, but there are only eighteen signatures on her white shirt.When the squad leader said that six people were missing, she held the white shirt in her hand for a long time before realizing it. Luo Congcong was about to comfort her, but she suddenly squatted on the ground, buried her face in the white shirt and cried loudly.

The boy she liked signed a job outside the province yesterday, packed his luggage and left school overnight.

Did not see the last side.

When she cried, she was still in front of the noisy Chinese department building, but suddenly became quiet.After a few seconds, small muffled cries echoed from each area.

Luo Congcong wanted to pat her on the back, but she just took a step forward, and the circles of her eyes were red.She gritted her teeth, turned her head to look at the roadside trees, and tried her best not to shed tears.

If you say you won't cry, you won't cry.

In the end, the girl was pulled up, and Luo Congcong handed her a pack of tissues, but couldn't say anything, so he patted her on the shoulder, and then walked away silently.

If the white shirt had been given to him one day in advance, this result might not have been the case.

After receiving their graduation certificates and degree certificates, everyone came out of the building, said a few words at the end, and then prepared to leave.Luo Congcong took a deep breath, said goodbye to everyone with a smile, and made an appointment to go back to school to have a look.

On the way back to the dormitory, Han Yanan drove over. Xingzi and the others waved their hands to signal them to go back to the dormitory to pack their things first. Luo Congcong nodded and got into Han Yanan's car.

"Crying?" Han Yan'an asked her.

"No." Luo Cong looked out the window, "Why did you come here today? Didn't you work?"

"You are graduating today, and I skipped class to accompany you to eat hot pot."

"I want spicy food." Luo Cong turned his head and said.

"No."

"I just want to eat spicy food. I didn't have any allergies after taking a sip of the wine at Master Xie Yan, which means that I'm almost healed. I must eat spicy food. I haven't eaten it for a long time."

Han Yan'an looked at her helplessly, parked the car on the side of the road, turned around: "Do you have to eat?"

"You must eat, and you must eat a lot." Luo Cong raised his chest confidently.

"Okay then, let's rock paper scissors, two out of three games, if you win, I'll let you eat." Han Yan'an stretched out his hand after finishing speaking.

"Ah? Rock, paper, scissors, how can I compare to you..." Luo Cong saw that the outside of the car happened to be the long stairs outside the cultural and sports hall, and her eyes rolled around. "How about we make the stairs?" Let's play the game, whoever loses will listen to him."

If you can't beat him, can't you still lose to him?

Han Yan'an looked back, and smiled after seeing the familiar steps: "Well, that's the deal."

(End of this chapter)