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

Chapter 969 The right of final interpretation belongs to me (1)

She is so smart, when she can't win against Han Yan'an, she has to change the rules so that the loser wins!

Losing is winning, winning is losing, how can she be so smart!
"Isn't it enough to make rock-paper-scissors in the car? Why do you have to come out and do it?" Han Yan'an locked the car and asked her.

"I feel that today's mood is not beautiful. It's too stuffy in the car. I want to breathe more fresh air so as not to suffocate in it." Luo Congcong stretched his waist, turned his head and looked around, "As expected of the graduation season, Didn’t there used to be activities here, but today it’s so quiet.”

"Well, the seniors are leaving, and the non-graduating classes are preparing for the final exam, so no one will come to do activities."

Sighing softly, Luo Congcong stood directly under the long stairs and directed him: "You go up this time, I'm too lazy to climb the stairs."

"Well, yes." Han Yan'an said as he walked up, "It doesn't matter who stands on top, the important thing is that I am very worried about how to lose to you now."

"It's easy to beat me, but not so easy to lose to me. How about you give me some of your luck?"

"I would like to, but even if I want to give it to you, it depends on whether you can accept it." Han Yan'an stopped halfway and said something, and then walked quickly to the top of the stairs.

Luo Congcong made a face at his back, watched him stand still on the top of the stairs, and shouted: "It's started! The winner goes to the opposite side five steps, whoever gets to the other side first wins, and whoever loses Listen to anyone!"

Han Yan'an looked down at the little Luo Congcong, and muttered helplessly, "Did I fall into your trap..."

"what?"

"It's nothing." Han Yanan shook his head, "Are the rules the same? Is it still the same as before?"

Luo Congcong held his chin and thought for a while: "This time... no more questions, no more truth-or-dare, you don't have any secrets that I don't know... how about... let me know every time. To win that person... sing? Tell jokes? Or sing a poem to the sky?"

The corner of Han Yan'an's mouth twitched, and he looked even more helplessly at his girlfriend who insisted on punishing him. After thinking about it, he nodded: "I listen to you."

"Then it's settled! The winner can sing, tell jokes or sing poems! Come on, come on, I'm ready to hear you sing! Rock, paper, scissors!"

Luo Cong almost shouted from the end, not giving Han Yan'an a chance to speak at all.After all, this time it is decided that if you lose, you win or if you win, you lose. In order to prevent Han Yan'an from intentionally releasing the water, she must catch him by surprise so that he has no chance to release the water...

"Forehead……"

What just happened?She obviously yelled out quickly, but what Han Yan'an conditioned reflexed, was it scissors?How could it be scissors?She is a fist!
She actually won!
Luo Congcong couldn't believe the sudden bad luck. She withdrew her hand suddenly and shook her head firmly: "It was just a warm-up! Now it's officially started!"

Han Yan'an looked at the scissors that he came out inadvertently with satisfaction, and shook his head: "This is not okay, you didn't say it was a warm-up before."

"I said yes! The final interpretation rests with me! Do it again!"

Han Yan'an tilted his head and asked her directly: "Singing? Telling jokes? Or reciting poems?"

Luo Congcong is depressed, so the goddess of luck still refuses to be by her side?No matter what the rules are, must she be the unlucky one?

It seems that the goddess of luck must be an appearance association, and she was hooked away by Han Yan'an so easily!

Han Yan'an was still looking at her, Luo Congcong blinked, sighed and nodded: "Okay, I'll tell you a joke."

(End of this chapter)