Change your life: I leave my life to God

However, Liao Cong still admires Liu Haitao's methods, and it can be seen from the appointment of the class committee, first he took away the qualifications of the students who were criticized by the school in the school notice, so that Zhang Chongchong and Jiang Jinkui were warned, suppressed their increasingly arrogant arrogance, and then added fuel to the fire, let Zhao Jiye serve as the sports committee, Zhao Jiye and the eight people in their dormitory are all special Buddhists, and now they are involved, and the atmosphere of the other two boys' dormitories is resolved into a three-legged stand, Liao Cong feels that even if Zhao Jiye didn't shout at the time, Liu Haitao should also appoint a person from their dormitory as the sports committee。

As for proposing that Xu Xiangnan continue to serve as the secretary of the regiment in public, it is not only an affirmation of her active contribution to the class, but also an attitude to all her classmates, at least Zhang Chongchong will never dare to treat Xu Xiangnan so arrogantly in the future.

It was Hu Qianqian's disciplinary committee member who came to the fore, and the more Liao Cong pondered it, the more he sighed, Liu Haitao's usual free time would not be spent studying Sun Tzu's Art of War, right?

Feeling something, Liao Cong quickly drew Liu Haitao on paper, perhaps Liao Cong gave himself too many psychological hints, and always felt that there was a strange and sharp feeling of looking at Liu Haitao in the portrait.

After evening self-study, Liao Cong was just about to leave the classroom to exercise, when he saw Zhou Caihong coming towards him, holding a book in his hand.

"What's wrong? Someone is bullying you again?".

Zhou Caihong raised her eyes and looked at Liao Cong, and shook her head slightly: "I can't solve this question for a long time, can you help me explain it?"

"No problem, what's the question?".

"The last math assignment. "

Liao Cong grinned: "Then it's even more of a problem!".

It didn't take long for a question, Liao Cong broke it a little bit and crumpled it to explain it to Zhou Caihong, and finally waited until she made a request to herself, and Liao Cong had to agree unconditionally.

It's just that in the eyes of others, the two of them are obviously engaging in objects under the guise of studying, Lin Xiaoxiao can't see this, and leans over with a dead face.

Shi Xuexia and Han Jinghui also stood over to listen together, and Han Jinghui's tablemate Ma Weili also came over cheekily, math problems are a problem in the entire liberal arts class, and there are too many partial subjects.

"Liao Cong, you spoke so well!" Ma Weili was also in the top ten in the class, and after understanding this question, she couldn't help but praise: "I feel that you have spoken in more detail than Teacher Lu." "

"That's because you're distracted in class, right?" Liao Cong glanced at Ma Weili: "Little Pony, my brother snatched your first row of thrones, did it affect your study?"

The black and thin Ma Weili laughed: "No, you have to teach me math to be compensated!"

"Snakes, climb the poles!"

"Haha......

".

Liao Cong snapped his fingers and rubbed in Zhou Caihong's ear: "What about you, do you understand?"

Zhou Caihong nodded.

"Just come to me directly next time you have a question, we don't have to be so polite in this relationship. Liao Cong got carried away and said, "I'm the best person to speak." "

Han Meihui took the opportunity to say: "Brother, then you can help me complete that song, just the song [I will only meet you at the beginning of love] ......

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Liao Cong smiled and waved his hand: "Didn't I tell you that I was drunk and couldn't remember anything about that day." "

Han Meihui was angry: "You just lied to you!".

Ma Weili rolled her eyes and poked Zhou Caihong: "Didn't he sing it to you?

"Huh?" Zhou Caihong was stunned for a moment, turned his head to Liao Cong and said, "You sang it to me?"

"Isn't it?" Ma Weili's eyes flashed with gossip: "Liao Cong, who are you singing to?".

"Forgot, forgot......" Liao Cong ignored it: "Let's go, go back to the dormitory!".

Seeing that Ma Weili and Han Meihui had the momentum to break the casserole and ask the end, Liao Cong jumped out with his support on the table, and did not forget to say: "No wonder you two don't grow up, you like gossip every day!".

"Humph!".

"Hmph, go back early, I'll go first. Liao Cong had already put on the standard posture of running, remembered something, and turned around and asked: "Sister Han, let's run at night together!".

"Hmm. "

Ma Weili saw the two of them leaving, and sighed: "Liao Cong's mouth is too strict, Meihui, we can't ask, why don't we let Jinghui ask?" I think she might be able to do it!".

Han Meihui was unconvinced and shouted, "I must ask out!".

Li Yiling also came over, her eyes glancing at Zhou Caihong's back: "Did you say that Liao Cong really sang to Zhou Caihong that night?"

Ma Weili exclaimed: "Isn't she who she is?".

Li Yiling said again: "Then do you think she will know the full lyrics?"

"Eh, why didn't I think of it!" Han Meihui jumped up and rushed out of the classroom: "I'll ask her." "

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two people who run at night are very eye-catching, almost no one in the whole school will run and exercise independently except for physical education classes, good students are stuck in their studies, and the scumbags can also be busy, busy bragging and joking, busy falling in love, busy showing their differences, and sports are a kind of neuropathy-like behavior.

When Liao Cong was there, Han Jinghui was obviously bolder, and she didn't care about other people's strange eyes and pointing movements, and after running around for more than ten minutes, she was escorted downstairs by Liao Cong to the girls' dormitory.

As soon as she entered the dormitory, Han Jinghui was pulled over by the sisters in the dormitory, and she heard Han Meihui shout in surprise: "Sister, look, so many lyrics, it's almost complete, I'll show it to my brother tomorrow and make him hard-mouthed!"

Han Jinghui was surprised: "How do you make it up?" Su Tang remembered less than a fifth when he was so close, and the others didn't make up much, how could they make it up all of a sudden?

Li Yiling hurriedly said: "If you don't say that it is still a good student, the memory of the student is good, this is what Zhou Caihong remembers, Meihui is coming!".

Han Jinghui was surprised: "Doesn't she know all the lyrics?"

"Hmm. Li Yiling didn't care about explaining anything else, and excitedly pointed to the lyric book: "Meihui, you see that this sentence is different from what we remember, which one is right?".

Han Meihui hummed a few times, and felt that Zhou Caihong's felt better, and if someone could remember so much, it must be her more accurate.

Ma Yuemei couldn't help laughing when she saw a few roommates discussing enthusiastically: "Yiling, Weili, you are all about to go crazy, each lyric is just a short paragraph, and you can't remember it all." "

Several girls looked at each other, and for a moment they became sad again.

Ma Yuemei leaned on her quilt and said leisurely: "You guys, you haven't found someone who can cure Liao Cong, otherwise you would have learned these songs a long time ago!".

Wei Xiao blinked and asked, "Who can cure him?"

Ma Yuemei smiled but did not speak, and continued to sketch the lines on the sketchbook.

Han Meihui squeezed to Ma Yuemei's side with an affectionate face: "Eldest sister, just tell us, please!"

Ma Yuemei screamed and sat up straight: "Don't squeeze my painting!"

"Sister Ma, I'll wash your feet!"

"Sister Ma, I'll give it to you...... I'll let Meihui warm your bed!".

"Go, go, it's a hot day, what kind of quilt is warm!" Ma Yuemei protected her paintings, coughed lightly, and didn't sell it anymore: "I just suggest, the first person is Xiao Haiyang's ......."

"How can he cure Liao Cong?".

"Hmph, in his first year of high school, except for the girls, he got the most paintings!".

"He's at the same table as Liao Cong!"

"Then you just don't know one thing and don't know the other. "

Ma Weili asked, "Sister Ma, you just said the first one, and the second one?"

Ma Yuemei clicked on the lyrics they borrowed: "This is not the second one. "