Change your life: I leave my life to God

As soon as the bell rang, Liao Cong immediately looked at Zhou Caihong

"Wait until I finish this set of papers!"

Liao Cong clicked his tongue, sat back down in his seat, spread out the novel and continued reading. He didn't notice the sly smile flashing across the corner of Zhou Caihong's mouth.

When all the classmates in the class were almost gone, Zhou Caihong stood up. He turned around and knocked on Liao Cong's desktop.

"The chemistry paper was quite hard!"Liao Cong deliberately led the topic to liberal arts and sciences.

Zhou Caihong didn't answer, picked up the book and walked out of the classroom. After taking two steps, he turned around and saw Liao Cong following him, so he continued walking.

Liao Cong had to say:"Tell me about it. Whatever you want to draw, it’s not right to deliberately tease people."

"Did you write that song yourself?

Liao Cong frowned:"Eh?" No, school beauty Zhou, can you answer my question first? Zhou

Caihong snorted:"I'll answer you first, will you answer me later?" Liao

Cong had an idea:"How about we play a game. Tell the truth, don't lie, and take turns asking each other questions. How about that?"

Zhou Caihong looked at him suspiciously and said,"You promise to tell the truth?" Not lying?"

"certainly."Liao Cong smiled:"To show my sincerity, I can answer your question first. I didn't write the song, I just know how to sing it."

"Good, refreshing. Zhou Caihong said:"Who is the original singer?" Why can't I find it?"

"This... I really forgot about it, I just heard about it."Liao Cong lied, so he said magnanimously:"This doesn't count. You can ask other questions."

"Okay, can you still sing similar types of songs?"

"Of course, let’s take a look at the Chinese Ditty Library."Liao Cong pointed to himself and said excitedly:"It's my turn to ask a question, do you choose liberal arts or science? Zhou

Caihong's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. Looking at Liao Chongming's overly persistent gaze, he turned his head and said,"What kind of problem is this?" I haven't thought about it myself yet."

Unknowingly, the two of them had walked out of the teaching building and walked slowly towards the girls' dormitory.

Liao Cong asked:"Your grades in liberal arts are better, why don't you choose liberal arts?"

"Why do you ask? Zhou Caihong knew that Liao Cong had repeatedly vowed to choose a liberal arts major, so he wondered if he hoped that he would also choose a liberal arts major?

Zhou Caihong hurriedly changed the subject:"Just draw another painting of Shui Haoyue. I'm here." Go back first"

"Hey, I can’t afford to play with you!"Liao Cong shouted at her hurried back, with a frustrated expression. It seems that this week's task will not be completed! The phone rang, it was Liao Cong's netizen little monster

"Hey, little sister, aren’t you asleep yet?

A young girl's voice came:"Are you going to the Lianshi No. 9 Middle School competition tomorrow?""

"Huh? how do you know?"

"I'll go to No. 9 Middle School to find you tomorrow."

Liao Cong was about to say something when the phone hung up. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Are all the girls today so unethical? They didn't even give them a chance to say a word! On

Wednesday afternoon, Liao Cong went to school wearing a basketball uniform. In the rented car, the two oversized bags he was carrying were particularly conspicuous. The aroma of jujube cakes made people's index fingers tickle, and the eyes of the people in the car were all focused on it.

Jiang Shilin smiled shyly:"Brother, you are so kind. , and also prepared food! Just in time for us to replenish our energy and win today's game."

"Snapped! Slapping Jiang Shilin's hand away, Liao Cong glared and said,"I brought it to my sister, it's not your share.""

Jiang Shilin said with a sneer:"Brother, our sister is from the Ninth Middle School?"

"What are you asking about?"Liao Cong sat in the last row, closed his eyes and rested:"How are you doing with your three-point practice? Don't hold back when you come on stage soon!"

"Brother, will you let me play? The opposite school is a No. 1 middle school this time, not a nurturing school!"

"cut……"Liao Cong made a scornful sound and closed his eyes to rest:"The No. 1 Middle School didn't even dare to arrange the finals in my own school. Isn't this just a coward? What's there to be afraid of?"

Hao Xuyang reminded in a low voice:"Cong, this time I'm going against a senior , should we still fight as before? I heard that the leaders in the school have some different opinions on our tactical arrangements."

"It becomes more difficult to fight if the tactics are changed."Old God Liao Cong is here. If he wins one more game, he will be among the top three in the winner group, and he will be able to complete the task. Do whatever you want then. The competition should have been completed two days before the game, and I don't know why it was postponed. After a few days, Liao Cong got tired of avoiding training every day.

Zhao Xiaokang turned around excitedly and asked:"Liao Cong, do you still have any paintings for double figures this time?" Liao

Cong smiled and scolded:"Get out of here, no, you're going to tire me out. My hands cramped after painting last time!" Hao

Xuyang said excitedly:"The Wu Zetian you drew for Xu Xiangnan is so domineering. Her eyes are amazing. She was so happy."

Liao Cong asked coquettishly:"Brother Yang, do you have the urge to kneel down when you see him?""

"roll!"

The people in the car were laughing and joking. Zhang Hongfa looked at the two groups of people sitting in separate groups and scratched his head in worry. It seems that it is impossible to be close to each other, but these guys have a good mentality. Facing such a strong person like No. 1 Middle School. The team was not nervous at all.

As soon as they got off the bus, Liao Cong ran to the resting bench of No. 3 Middle School. Sure enough, he saw Jiang Honghong's figure, and he happily walked over with two big bags.

Jiang Honghong was stunned and exclaimed:"So many?"

"One bag for you and one bag for my sister.

Jiang Honghong blinked:"But we'll have a holiday in two days?""

"I won't go home for the holidays."Liao Cong secretly took out three hundred yuan and handed it to Jiang Honghong,"Bring it to my sister so she doesn't miss it. Jiang

Honghong smiled:"You trust me so much, aren't you afraid that I will be ignorant?""

"Are you embarrassed to be an aunt?"

"Phew, are you calling me aunt again now? Jiang Honghong was so amused that she laughed, and poked Liao Cong's forehead with her fingers:"You are a person who faces forward when you use people, not behind when you don't need people!""

"hey-hey……"

The basketball players of No. 3 Middle School stared at Liao Cong indignantly. This kid who came from nowhere made their student union's new girl and basketball department manager laugh. He was trying to pick up a girl from their school in front of them. It was unbelievable. People take it seriously!

It wasn't until Jiang Honghong generously divided out half of her portion of the jujube cake that the group of people listened to Jiang Honghong's explanation."This is my nephew" made the group of animals change their attitudes and put friendship first again. Competition The second face.

Of course, having a beauty like Wei Pingting throw herself into Liao Cong's arms also makes people believe that he and Jiang Honghong have nothing to do with each other.

"Did you come with me or did you ask for leave?"

"Ask for leave."Wei Pingting whispered in a low voice:"I asked for sick leave. I just need to study early tomorrow and rush back.""

"Aren’t you afraid that your teacher will see it?"Liao Cong protected Wei Pingting. The No. 1 Middle School attaches great importance to today's game. The teachers who come to the No. 9 Middle School are as many as the basketball team.

Wei Pingting stuck out her tongue, lowered her cap, and took Liao Cong's hand. Vocational education lounge

"Where did you bring back a beautiful woman?"Zhang Hongfa looked at Liao Cong and Wei Pingting with his belly in his hands with a smile.

Jiang Shilin complained jokingly:"Teacher Zhang, what are you talking about? Look at other schools, they all have special cheerleading teams for girls. This cheering sound is so loud. Hey, it’s like taking a shot of chicken blood? If you look at our school, it’s all filled with old men. Who cares about them cheering?"

Zhang Hongfa gave Jiang Shilin a slap in the face, laughed and cursed:"Do you blame me? It’s not that girls don’t sign up, you can invite them yourself if you can!"