I just won't let go of cats

But when the so-called contrast is cute, Wen Xi said with her cute cheeks, gentle temperament, and a calm tone: "Heh, looking at the pure appearance, I don't know how sao I am in private."

Not only Han Zisheng and the others who rehearsed at the same time laughed out loud, but even the teachers who came to see them rehearse couldn't help laughing out loud.

But Xu Yan, as an educator, is not very good at pointing out the correct way to perform this role, so she can only simply suggest to Wen Xi: "You have to try to figure out the character's heart."

Wen Xi pursed her lips in silence.

She didn't know why everyone would laugh every time she came to her place.

But even if almost everyone said that her performance was wrong, that she had to re-think the character's heart.

She also didn't understand something very well.

"Let me try it!" Han Zisheng looked at the lines, silently brewing emotions.

After a while, she took the script away from her body, turned her body slightly, her eyes were contemptuous, her face was relentless and disgusted, and her voice was ridiculed and disgusted: "Oh! Look at her innocent appearance, I might not know how much she will do in private Woolen cloth!"

Han Zisheng's performance made the students who were practicing slightly startled, and their bodies trembled slightly as if they were frightened.

"Zi Sheng, why don't you switch with Wen Xi? You seem to be more suitable for this role than her." Lu Meng, who came by to watch the rehearsal progress, suggested standing at the door of the classroom.

She never expected that Han Zisheng would have such a talent in acting.

She has always felt that Han Zisheng is just a simple skin, and she never expected that even this kind of "the worst woman's heart" role, she can perform vividly.

If she hadn't known what kind of person Han Zisheng was, she might have assumed that she acted in her true colors.

Han Zisheng's performance was naturally noticed by Wen Xi, aside from other things, she really didn't like her children like this.

"No change!" She was determined, "I already understand. I'm sorry, let me do it again!"

As long as Han Zisheng heard the slight breath change in Wen Xi's voice, he knew that the person beside him was about to get stubborn again.

She echoed softly: "Well, let's do it again."

Wen Xi took a few deep breaths, and in his mind was the picture of intrigue in the harem of the cat world.

In fact, she is far away from that kind of life, she is just the maid of Princess Yanguo.

Saiguo is the most important little princess in the royal family. She has been openly raised as the next queen, and she hardly gets involved with the so-called intrigue.

But not participating doesn't mean you haven't seen it.

She just didn't overlap this role with those people at first, but after watching Han Zisheng's performance, she felt that there seemed to be no big difference between the two.

After confirming this point, the aura she displayed was more mature than Han Zisheng's, and closer to the real aura of a person.

What she said this time shocked everyone.

And that sense of shock was different from Han Zisheng's.

If the word "seems" is still used to describe Han Zisheng's feeling, then Wen Xi is "immersive", and can really feel the feeling of being disgusted and loathed by others.

There were too many changes before and after, and even Wen Xi's gentle aura that everyone had always loved seemed to disappear in an instant, which made Lu Meng and the others afraid to speak.

After Wen Xi calmed down slowly, she asked in a slightly nervous voice, "How...how?"

She doesn't have much confidence in her performance, and she also understands that she doesn't have deep feelings for many human beings.

She was still flustered in her heart, she didn't want to change roles with Han Zisheng!

"Perfect...perfect!" Lu Meng withdrew her mouth that was opened wide in shock, her voice trembling.

The matter of changing roles was not mentioned again. Later, during the rehearsal, Wen Xi couldn't find a place to feel, so he would first ask Han Zisheng and everyone around him.

After integrating everyone's insights and performing what they understand, it made everyone's eyes shine.

On the day of the primary election, their performance entered the secondary election with the first place in the sketch.

Back in class, Lu Meng spread out her precious password diary in front of Han Zisheng and Wen Xi: "Come on, future performing artist, sign me first."

The two were taken aback for a moment, looked down at the diary on the table, and then looked at each other.

Han Zisheng laughed and said, "Why are you still a performing artist? We didn't say that we will be admitted to an art school in the future."

Although she said so, she still took a pen and wrote her name squarely on the paper.

He added: "This was written in the first day of junior high school. It can be sold for a lot of money in the future, but it must be collected!"

"You really shine when given some sunshine!" Lu Meng complained with a smile, and then pushed the book in front of Wen Xi, "Wen Xi, you sign one too."

Seeing that Han Zisheng had already written it, Wen Xi wrote his name on the line below Han Zisheng without any further hesitation.

"In case my family goes bankrupt in the future, I will survive on the two names of you two!" Lu Meng locked the diary and held it in her arms.

"Then you might as well come to our house to be a nanny, with food and shelter included and the salary is high." Han Zisheng began to talk nonsense in a serious manner.

"Okay, it's a deal, don't go back on your word!" Lu Meng took the topic unceremoniously.

Wen Xi watched the two of them start talking about the future with tender eyes, imagining in her mind that her little friend would grow up to the age of Han Ziyu, would be engaged in the job she likes, and would be with the person she likes.

the person I like...

What kind of person would Shengsheng like?

She thought about it in silence, but it seemed that the topic of the two of them gradually overlapped.

Because when she was thinking about what kind of person Han Zisheng would like, she heard Lu Meng's voice: "Have you finished reading the previous batch of novels? Have you found the genre you like?"

"I haven't finished it yet." Han Zisheng only answered the first half of the question.

She reads very slowly, and after rehearsing recently, her reading time for novels has been reduced by more than half.

"Have you always been so slow in reading?" Lu Meng didn't realize that he was being misled.

Han Zisheng sighed and looked at Wen Xi: "Ask her."

"Need to go to bed at twelve o'clock." Wen Xi had regained consciousness, listening to the conversation between the two, and added tacitly.

Lu Meng: ...

She has nothing to say!

In fact, it's not that the Han family rule requires that you have to go to bed at twelve o'clock, it's just that every time Wen Xi waits for Han Zisheng on the bed, she will say lightly: "I'll go to bed first."

It is not so simple to say a seemingly simple sentence from Wen Xi's mouth.

Its deep meaning is: I am angry!I won't hold you!Don't hug me either!How do you like it!I don't care about you anymore!

So, similar meaning.

Moreover, the time is always zero, and there is no more or less than one minute and one second, leaving Han Zisheng completely helpless.

Sometimes Han Zisheng had to stop when she saw an important part, and obediently turned off the lights to sleep; sometimes, she happened to see a place where she was puzzled and wanted to record the question, but Wen Xi's faint words made her feel at ease in an instant. Forget about your doubts.

She often felt that Wen Xi did it on purpose.

But it was the same time every day, and she didn't know her reading speed, let alone read the full text of the novel. She really couldn't imagine such a coincidence.

Unless, let it become a supernatural event...

Of course, Han Zisheng had also thought about this, but just thinking about it made her hairs stand on end, a little oozing.

After a long time, after getting used to it, she realized that Wen Xi simply wanted her to rest well.

It's not what she imagined at all.