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

Chapter 988
It seems that it has been a long time since I saw Han Yan'an's handwriting. She saw him writing almost every day when he was still his student.The chalk writing on the blackboard during class, the grades when grading papers, and the way he propped his chin with his left hand while holding a pen in his right hand to give her a lecture on the paper on the table in the private room of the coffee shop, every character filled her. college time.

But later, as the two of them got busy, she no longer needed Han Yan'an to give her lectures, let alone read his writing on the blackboard, so when she saw the three lines on the postcard today, she suddenly remembered that her own Boyfriend also has an excellent advantage, called a small handwriting expert.

"It's a foul for a big boy to write so cleanly and beautifully."

Luo Cong muttered in a low voice, not caring that saying such words at this time would spoil the atmosphere.Han Yan'an pursed his lips and said "um", paused, and then said quietly: "Better than some people."

"Some people" were instantly embarrassed, why did she shoot herself in the foot and give him a chance to hurt herself!
Therefore, you must keep a low profile when you are young, otherwise when you are older, when you think back on what you did before, you will probably feel crazy like "my f*ck was out of my mind at that time"!
Luo Cong glared at him angrily, and looked down at the postcard in his hand.

The words that are beautiful are all to cover up the little excitement in her heart at this moment.

In addition to being a master at writing, Han Yan'an is also a "little expert at flirting with girls". A casual sentence can make her heart beat faster and give her an indescribable touch and warmth.Sometimes he did it on purpose, sometimes it was unintentional, or he didn't know that what he said would make her throb, and he just wanted to say something casually.

But this time, the three lines of words seem to have been well thought out.

Especially the word "with you", Luo Cong could clearly see that he was serious about every stroke, as if he was treating a treasure he cherished most.

She regretted it. At that time, she should have thought carefully and thought about what to write in the first letter of her life!Although I can't write such short and beautiful three-line characters, writing "I like you" is more sincere than drawing a heart!
There was silence in the car for nearly 10 minutes. Han Yan'an stopped in front of the red light, and turned to her with a smile in his heart, "If you keep reading, your scorching eyes will burn this postcard to ashes."

Luo Cong put down the postcard abruptly, staring at him righteously: "Give me the one I sent you, and I will write you a new one, that one is not very good."

"No, I don't think there's anything wrong with it." When the light turned green, Han Yan'an drove the car and looked at the time, "Would you like to sleep for a while, you'll be busy all the time when you get there."

"No, I don't think it's good enough. Remember to give it to me next time, and I'll definitely write you a serious one." Luo Congcong put the things in the file bag and packed them, his tone was still firm.

Han Yan'an took the time to poke her on the face, and his tone was also firm: "I am the recipient, and I will decide whether it is good or bad. If I think it is not good enough, I will settle the score with you on the day I receive it, but it is also because of me. I like it very much, so I never mentioned it to you."

Luo Congcong was puzzled: "You like it? When did your eyesight rot?"

"Small." Han Yan'an laughed, "For a science student like me, a heart can move me far more than an [-]-character love letter. So, I like it very much."

"...Ah bah, who said that was my love letter to you! You narcissist!"

(End of this chapter)