I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

The person who was complained about was not affected at all, and stared down at the back of the angry little figure, and reached out to stroke her tail.

What are you moving!Indecent cat!

Wen Yu let out a low cry of dissatisfaction, lying on his side, moved his butt away from her, and skillfully found the most comfortable position in the cat's litter to sink into.

I never thought that someone like Song Qiulin, who doesn't talk nonsense at school, would be so clingy to her cat after closing the door, it's too sensual, too sensual...

"Turn off the light." Song Qiulin pressed the light switch, and gently rubbed the cat's head with his hand, "Good night, soft."

"Meow~" The stinky cat obviously reacted greatly to his name, and Song Qiulin choked his throat when he called out.

Wen Yu raised his paw and patted his forehead: Even if it's a cat, please have a bit of backbone, okay?

Wen Yu thought a lot about it that night.

If she was like this all her life...

Do cats only live for ten years?

Ms. Wen will be devastated. After finally transferring her to the experimental class, she wakes up as a fool who only knows how to "meow meow".

In other words, will her body be captured for research?

If it's a live broadcast, I can't do it again in the future...

It wasn't until the dark night outside the window showed signs of gradually brightening that the poor little fat cat hugged the crying-wet blanket and closed its eyes.

The mornings in autumn and winter came later, thinking that he would never have to get up early to go to school from now on, Wen Yu stretched lazily, habitually hugged the quilt and turned sideways.

"Bang—" the sound of objects hitting the ground.

"Ah! It hurts!"

pain?

Not even caring about the pain, Wen Yu sat up straight, "Can I talk now?"

He lowered his head quickly, and his body was covered with slender arms and legs.

"Changed back?" Or is it really a dream?

If it was a dream, it would be too real.

"Kukou." Someone knocked on the door, it was Wen Ziyang's voice, "Wash up as soon as you wake up, you're going to be late."

"it is good!"

Song Qiulin was woken up by Zhang Youyuan's news early in the morning. When he opened his eyes, he found that the tantrum kitten had calmed down last night. He didn't know when he jumped onto her bed and was sleeping soundly while holding her arm.

She carefully pulled out her arm and swiped up Zhang Youyuan's message.

Zhang Youyuan: What time did you download it yesterday? ? ?

Zhang Youyuan: Do you know something happened to Ruanruan!

Zhang Youyuan: She passed out suddenly during the live broadcast, don’t you know her well, go and ask, Li Yanran didn’t tell me anything.

Song Qiulin frowned, turned over and sat up immediately, found the number of "Doctor Wen" from the address book and dialed it.

In the car

Wen Yu observed Wen Ziyang's expression while eating the breakfast he brought from home with chopsticks.

She seemed to be on the phone with someone, talking with very little osmotic pressure.

"Thank you for caring about her... Yes, that's what I want to say, and I would like to trouble you to help me watch her..."

After making the phone call for almost 5 minutes, Wen Ziyang finally hung up.

"If you have anything to say, just say it." She leaned over and fastened Wen Yu's seat belt, "I've been staring at me for a long time."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Wen Ziyang held the steering wheel with one hand, and took a bottle of milk from the side to Wen Yu, "It's so big, and it's still frizzy."

"No matter how old you are, you are still my sister."

"If you have time to act like a baby, why don't you think about how to make up for it."

"What to make up for?" Wen Yu asked tentatively cleverly, "Sister, last night..."

The car pulled over, and Wen Ziyang turned his head with a serious expression, "I haven't told Mom what happened last night, but it doesn't mean I will indulge you next time."

"Okay, okay! I promise I won't do it again!" Wen Yu hurriedly raised three fingers.

"Before, I turned a blind eye to it, but that was all because your body was in good condition. Last night, your heart rate went up to 140. You should know the consequences of going higher."

"140?"

Wen Yu pressed her chest with her hands, feeling a little puzzled, but she didn't feel any pain at all...

"Don't look at me with such surprised eyes, Li Yanran will help me supervise you in the future, and once again I found out that you haven't gone to bed after twelve o'clock..." Wen Ziyang took out a piece of paper to help Wen Yu wipe off the corners of his mouth Milk stain, looking up at her leisurely, with sharp eyes, "You know the consequences."

It's not a serious matter, Wen Ziyang would never show such a scary expression.

It seemed that he was really angry.

Wen Yu could only take a step back and said softly, "Okay, I see."

Think about the good first in everything, at least she didn't really turn into a cat, and Wen Ziyang didn't completely deprive her of the right to live broadcast.

As long as it doesn't download before twelve o'clock... But!Li Yanran is a traitor!Ahhhhhh!

"Okay." Xu Xin still couldn't bear to see Wen Yu's lost look, Wen Ziyang regained his gentle expression, and helped her smooth her hair, "Today I have to change shifts, be good and don't cause trouble."

"Know it."

Wen Ziyang smiled helplessly, and pinched her slumped face, "Don't look dejected, I'll cook for you when I get home tonight, huh?"

Speaking of this, Wen Yu became excited, "Really! Will you leave work early today!"

"Well, there are no patients this afternoon."

"I like you the most! Sister!"

Wen Ziyang smiled and opened his arms to catch Wen Yu who came over, and the latter rubbed against her arms contentedly, "The thought of being able to eat your cooking at night makes me even more motivated to study!"

"Then hurry up, Qiu Lin has been waiting for a long time."

Who?

autumn what?

Autumn?Is that Qiulin whose surname is Song?

Wen Yu turned around as if someone had stabbed her in the back. When she opened her eyes, she saw Song Qiulin standing beside the car with a cold face and an indifferent expression. She didn't know how long she had admired the love between the two sisters.

Ah...Class One...Song Qiulin...she remembered.

"It's just a shift, do you need the squad leader to pick you up in person?"

Song Qiulin's eyes were dim, his eyelashes were half down, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't even answer.

Wen Yu punched the cotton, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Wen Ziyang gave her a friendly smile, "I'll ask Qiu Lin to take care of her more in the future, and if you need anything, just call me."

"Okay, got it."

Wen Yu asked in a low voice, "When did you get my sister's call?"

Song Qiulin looked sideways at her, and had to lower his head to cooperate with Wen Yu because of his height, which made the latter feel uncomfortable as if he was being looked down upon.

"What are you looking at." She pushed her elbow against the other party, "Don't get so close, we don't know each other well."

Wen Yu felt that she might be sensitive. When she saw Song Qiulin, she always felt that something was weird. When the two of them approached, a strange tingling sensation appeared indistinctly from the limbs.

Did last night's dream affect her too much?

"Really?" Song Qiulin had a smile in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "I thought I could become closer."

"I didn't expect Second Miss Jiang to be so rude to her 'friend'." After a pause, she said in a meaningful tone, "But it seems that the relationship with my sister is good."

"What's wrong! Are you still going to the class to publicize that I am a sister! You despicable villain Song Qiulin! Didn't you lie to me first! Why are you pretending to be a friend! Pretending to be pitiful in front of me The way you look, I thought you—”

"Wow!" Wen Yu hurriedly stepped on the brakes, "Why did you stop suddenly?"

"Poor?" Song Qiulin's voice was a little low, "Do I look very pitiful?"

"That's not..." Wen Yu blinked, "Why do you have an expression that is about to turn black?"

Song Qiulin breathed lightly through his nose, as if mocking himself, "You are much simpler than I thought."

"...Are you scolding me?" Wen Yu reacted fairly quickly.

"No." Song Qiulin turned his head and looked down at her with deep eyes, "It's a compliment, you are so good."

Wen Yu froze in place.

For some reason, Song Qiulin's strange reaction reminded her of Song's father's arrogant face and Song's mother's overly attentive attitude.

Maybe what Jiang Jiang said is right, the complexity of the Song family cannot be understood by just looking at the surface.

"Ok."

"Let's go, I still have to go to class." Song Qiulin took her hand, walking steadily, but not fast.

Wen Ziyang mentioned Wen Yu's situation to her in private, and violent running was obviously not suitable for her.

So when they slowly climbed into the classroom, the recess was almost over.

Wen Yu glanced at the Chinese teacher on the stage who was proofreading the dictation. It was obvious that she had missed the best time to introduce herself.

The Chinese teacher had a stern face, wearing black-rimmed glasses, the wrinkles at the end of the eyes looked deep, and the sharp eyes seemed not to be easily provoked.

Wen Yu tugged on the strap of his schoolbag uncomfortably, only to find that the group of people sitting below were also staring at him with extremely unfriendly eyes.

Oh, she almost forgot after being in Class [-] for a long time, her reputation in school is not very good.

"The attitude is the most important thing in learning, followed by hard work. Some people should not think that they can do a few Mathematical Olympiad questions and then put their tails up to the sky. The college entrance examination is based on the total score! I have to pay attention to other subjects too!"

The thick lesson plan was very refreshing when it was slapped on the podium table, and the rest of Wen Yu's drowsiness disappeared in an instant.

"And the most important thing I want to make clear is that I am different from other teachers. What I value is only grades. Whether you have a good style in private or small actions, don't think I don't know."

"Cough." Clenching a fist with one hand, Wen Yu patted his sore waist, and switched legs for support.

Anyway, she didn't give her a look during the whole conversation, so she took it as if she wasn't talking to her, and just put it in one ear and out the other.

"What are you still standing there wasting time for, waiting for me to call you?"

Everyone focused their attention on the girl who was idling by the blackboard.

Wen Yu was lowering his head to pick his nails. He was sensitive to the disappearance of the surrounding voices before raising his head, pointing to himself for no reason, "Me?"

Yang Xiuzhi took a deep breath, and twisted his masseter muscles fiercely, "Otherwise, who else is wasting everyone's time by being late?"

wow...

Wen Yu originally thought that the old witch was already very fierce, and the ultimate boss was hiding in the first class.

Being taught by such a teacher, no wonder these people are usually docile and lamb-like.

"Isn't it you?" Wen Yu smiled lazily, retracted his left hand into his large school uniform, and swung half of his empty sleeves into a circle, "In the time you spoke just now, I can do ten self-introductions."

"Wen Yu!" Yang Xiuzhi gave her a hard look.

"Hey! It's just right." Wen Yu clapped his hands together, "You just introduced the name for me so I don't need to waste everyone's time, just bow your head and memorize, hurry up and memorize one or two ancient essays."

Yang Xiuzhi has never seen such a student, let alone a thin and frail girl!

Before accepting Wen Yu, she had also heard some rumors about Wen Yu. The leader of the English team called Wen Yu the most difficult student in the whole grade. In addition, there were some bad opinions among the students. The impression has long been preconceived to the extreme.

Even if the dean came to make a relationship, so what, no matter how powerful and background the parents are, when they arrive at school, they still stuff things into the teacher's pocket with a smile on their faces every time they take an exam.

She doesn't believe that there are students who can be lawless in the class she disciplines!

The audience was silent, everyone lowered their heads to preview the books for the first class, and occasionally a few people looked up.

At this time, a clean and white hand was raised in the air.

"Wen Yu."

Wen Yu and Yang Xiuzhi looked at her together.

"Your place is here." The speaker seemed to be unaware of the smell of gunpowder smoke in the classroom, and his voice was slightly urging, "Come here quickly, there are still 2 minutes for class."