Change your life: I leave my life to God

Fan Xiaoxuan was so humiliated that she became even more angry and frustrated. She just wanted to give Liao Cong a blast to relieve her anger. It was all Liao Cong's fault!

After finally holding back her breath, Fan Xiaoxuan continued to unfold the second note:"This question was asked by Hao Xuyang, will there be a new series of School Beauty sketches?"

"depend on mood"

"You answer well!"

"oh! That won't"

"Liao Cong, you!"Fan Xiaoxuan really took action this time, and the banging sound was heard through the radio.

Xu Wanqing covered her mouth and snickered, stood up, pulled Fan Xiaoxuan, and pointed to the watch on her wrist.

Fan Xiaoxuan nodded knowingly and sat down. After getting ready, I suddenly felt a little melancholy. It was my first time to host a radio broadcast, and I still felt that I didn't perform well. I was so angry that I glanced at Liao Cong again with a fierce expression:"Time is limited, Liao Cong, as usual, do you also have to bring some talents?"

"How about I do another mental arithmetic?"

"puff……"Xu Wanqing couldn't hold back her laughter

"……"Fan Xiaoxuan turned pale with anger:"You are here specifically to cause trouble, right? Just sing a song"

"Sing?"After Liao Cong finished speaking, he saw Fan Xiaoxuan's gloomy face. He was afraid that she would really beat him up if she went down, so he hurriedly said:"Okay, okay, I'll let you choose what type of music you want."

"Something youthful."As soon as Fan Xiaoxuan finished speaking, she saw Liao Cong digging hard in his left sleeve with his right hand. After a while, a green flute appeared in his sight.

"you……"

"I would like to dedicate this song to Miss Fan Xiaoxuan. I hope you will not change your original intention and can achieve your wish in the future and become an excellent host."Liao Cong stood up as he spoke, holding the flute in front of him, and the crisp melody spread throughout the campus through the radio.

Xu Wanqing stood up as if he had seen a ghost, pointing at Liao Cong with a green finger, with disbelief on his face. The melodious flute sound seemed to pass through the air instantly. Entering the sky and swimming freely among the towering clouds, it is like the fearlessness and enterprising spirit of young people. The free and unrestrained feeling also makes people yearn for it.

Teachers and students alike subconsciously raised their heads when the flute sounded. , capturing this beautiful sound of nature, I felt my scalp numb in an instant, and my whole body was vibrating like an electric shock. The sound of the flute seemed to have a special magic power, taking people into a fantasy journey, with blue sky, white clouds, and green grass. , green trees, red flowers, all the colors related to youth seem to be everywhere. When the lingering sound lingers and you wake up from the dream, all the incredible things turn into excitement, obsession and aftertaste!

"It turned out to be him!"Many old students murmured to themselves, feeling that it was unexpected, but they felt that they had vaguely guessed this in their hearts.

Many transfer students raised their heads in surprise. This piece of music conquered their ears. Most of them were interested in Liao Cong. A strong curiosity arose.

Liao Cong ran all the way to the canteen after coming out of the radio station. Seeing that Shi Xuexia had prepared all the preliminary work, he took over with a satisfied smile. The girl looked up and asked:"Have you eaten?"

"How can I care? Eat again later.

Shi Xuexia stepped forward and said,"You eat, I'll do it, and you tell me how to do it by the side.""

"It's okay if I come, there's still time. Liao Cong was busy in an orderly manner:"The next step requires some strength. You can't do it yet.""

"Um. Shi Xuexia responded, stood aside, and said quietly:"Don't you want people to know that you can play the flute?""

"I just thought it was fun at the time. Liao Cong grinned:"Besides, don't everyone in your dormitory know about it?""If it can help Fan Xiaoxuan gain a foothold, then expose it."

Shi Xuexia remained silent, and after a while she said,"I thought you would only play it to Yu Shuang.""

Liao Cong stopped moving his hands and sighed:"I also hope I can play it to her."

Shi Xuexia clearly saw the pain in Liao Cong's eyes, and felt a little distressed for no reason. He is so kind to everyone, no wonder he wins everyone's love, but sometimes he is tired and miserable.

Liao Cong and Shi Xuexia He arrived at the classroom with the bell ringing for evening self-study. As soon as he entered the classroom, Liao Cong was frightened by the fiery eyes of his classmates and took a step back.

Han Meihui stretched out her white and fat little hand:"Brother, where is the flute?" let me see."

Liao Cong has always been very doting on Han Meihui, but he is about to go to class and it's really hard to show off:"I'll give it to you in the evening."

Sun Yuying had already entered the classroom from the back. Liao Cong didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of this teacher. He took three steps and two steps at a time, quickly returned to his seat and sat down. Do your homework in one class, and read it in the second class. After reading another million words of novels and gaining 1 more destiny point, Liao Cong was a little worried. With the speed at which he read, he probably could finish reading the novels he brought with him in less than two days.

"Why do you love reading novels so much? Hu Yajing whispered:"Can you help me see how to do this question?""

"Physics?"Liao Cong was confused when he saw the question,"I don't understand what the teacher said at all. Hu

Yajing snorted softly:"I thought you knew everything. You read novels during class.""

"No way, I failed physics."Liao Cong remembered that he had seen the report card of the year-end exam. The physics test paper this time was very difficult. Only four people in the class passed, Zhou Yushuang, Shi Xuexia, Wang Qiang, and Du Weifeng. The number of students at the beginning of the semester was reduced by half.

Hu Yajing said bitterly:"What should I do? If I can't learn physics well, I can only apply for liberal arts."

"Are liberal arts classes bad? Hu

Yajing glanced at Liao Cong:"Many good majors in the university can only be applied for by science majors. There are more majors that can be applied for by science majors, and the employment options are wider.""

Liao Cong didn't know this. He didn't go to college before his soul passed away. He saw that Hu Yajing was a little depressed:"If you really want to learn well, it's better to borrow the notes of classmates who are good at physics in other classes. It's better than studying behind closed doors."

Hu Yajing nodded, but she didn't seem to get much comfort. Think about it, if you can learn well through self-study, how can you fail the exam? As soon as the bell rang, Liao Cong handed the flute to Han Jinghui, and before Sister Han could say anything, I ran out of the classroom. It was a new week, and I had to start my sports tasks. I ran along the small playground and vaguely heard that the small canteen was very busy. I didn’t need to guess. This must be the second uncle in high school who started selling jujube cakes. Thanks to the help of Uncle Gao Er, otherwise he would be really busy, at least he would not have time to do the sports tasks.

One lap, two laps, three laps, Liao Cong did not run fast, but it was also a unique scenery. From time to time, people who recognized him would stop and watch in surprise, but Liao Cong remained unmoved.

After turning off the lights, Liao Cong was almost at his limit, and his breath was no longer as stable as it was at the beginning. He ran for a while, in order to avoid trouble. Liao Cong returned to his residence to rest for a while, lying on the ground and doing push-ups to make up for the remaining exercise time.

By the time Liao Cong lay flat on the bed panting, it was already eleven o'clock. It seemed that he had to use his spare time and go buy one tomorrow. Jump rope.

Boil water as hot as possible, wash your face and feet, but don’t dare to wipe your body. It’s too cold in the room.

Shivering, you get into the quilt, and the breath you inhale is cold. Liao Cong wraps himself tightly and realizes Sink into a special space.