I just won't let go of cats

The study and life of the new class began in the process of re-acquainting with classmates and teachers.

With Wenxi by her side, Han Zisheng has reorganized her social atmosphere. Even some classmates who have heard her gossip and experienced her warmth personally erased those gossips in their hearts.

Han Zisheng, who discovered his superiority in character, asked Guo Ziru to call him to the office while the get out of class was over.

"Teacher, what can I do for you?" the carefree kid walked to the door of the office and asked impatiently.

"Are you interested in the class representative?" Guo Ziru didn't hold back, and asked while writing English dictation.

"Where do you want to arrange for me to go?" Han Zisheng walked to Guo Ziru's desk and stood there, watching her make corrections. The familiar notes happened to be Wen Xi's.

Guo Ziru looked up at Han Zisheng, patted the English weekly newspaper on the table, looked at Han Zisheng and said with a smile: "English."

Han Zisheng looked at the stack of brand new English weekly newspapers, was stunned, and declined softly: "My sister's English score is better than mine..."

If it wasn't for English she might have said yes.

Her cat sister is a little jealous of Teacher Guo. She is an English class representative. When she goes back, she doesn't know how many lollipops she will have to buy to coax her well.

And if you can't coax...

No, no, she had to avoid such a thing.

Guo Ziru heard that Han Zisheng was resigning, looked at the child and smiled, and continued: "You should understand what it means to be my class representative..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but she knew that Han Zisheng could understand her meaning. This little girl is very eccentric and has a good temper with her. She likes it very much.

The head teacher is an English teacher, which means that the status of the English class representative is basically equal to, and may be higher than that of the class leader. After all, the class representative meets the teacher more frequently.

Han Zisheng naturally understood.

"Can I go back and think about it?" She looked into Guo Ziru's eyes and knew that this was actually a certainty.

But there is a difference between reporting first and being forced to inform. She should go to find out what Baby Sister thinks before taking on this drudgery.

Guo Ziru is not in a hurry, after all, she is a class representative for three years, and if she finds a child who gets along well, everyone will feel comfortable doing things. She has experienced it personally and understands it very well.

Han Zisheng, who left the office, trotted all the way back to the class and squeezed next to her sister who was doing homework.

"Sister, Teacher Guo wants me to be the representative of the English class." Han Zisheng said a little aggrieved.

"Well, let's go." Wen Xi wrote the math problem, but didn't take this matter too seriously.

"Then aren't you jealous anymore?" Han Zisheng asked in a low voice, lying on the table, looking sideways at Wen Xi.

Hearing what the child said, Wen Xi could probably guess what the child said to the teacher just now.

She pinched Han Zisheng's nose with her left hand, lowered her body slightly, put her lips next to Han Zisheng's ear and whispered: "You are the little vinegar jar."

Han Zisheng hid his ears, scratched his ears when Wen Xi sat up straight, and muttered softly: "You are not the same!"

"Then I promise her." She added without giving up.

Wen Xi had already continued to calculate the math problems she hadn't finished, she nodded lightly: "Yes. Be more serious."

"Especially in English, as a class representative, you can't let me rush you anymore." Wen Xi added.

Han Zisheng: ...

She has a sense of déjà vu that her sister found the class teacher with bad ideas.

My sister didn't care, so Han Zisheng, the representative of the English class, naturally couldn't escape.

So, she started running between the classroom and the office every day. At first, Wen Xi refused to accompany Han Zisheng.

But after a long time, during several breaks a day, half of the time the villains around her were not around, and she felt a little awkward about duplicity.

In mid-December, Han Zisheng, who has been an English class representative for more than a month, has already developed the habit of going to Guo Ziru's office for a walk between classes.

And getting used to it meant getting used to not having Wen Xi's company during class.

What the class representative did was exactly as she had imagined. In addition to her original work as a class representative, she also worked as an assistant to the class monitor and a teacher's communicator.

She always receives the work arrangement first, then brings it back to the class and forwards it to the monitor.

The squad leader is in a good mood and will arrange things by himself, but the squad leader is in a bad mood and just says "tell me for me", and Han Zisheng is the one who suffers.

Speaking of which, because of these messy class affairs, she really didn't have the opportunity to chat with her friends with Wen Xi during the break for a while.

New Year's Day is approaching, and their studies are heavy, and their experimental class has no chance to participate in the New Year's Day Party. The whole floor is approaching Christmas, and there is a strong learning atmosphere, quiet and without any feeling of festivals.

In order to forcibly appease the restless hearts of the children, the teachers also intentionally increased their homework efforts through the mouth of the end of the term.

As a result, Han Zisheng ran to the office more frequently.

Wen Xi finally couldn't help it. On Christmas Day, he pulled the kid who had already run to the office three times in a row, and asked awkwardly, "Is there still so much going on today?"

"Ah?" Han Zisheng didn't react, and replied blankly: "It's okay, I didn't dictate today, it's better."

Han Zisheng is really serious about doing the work of the class committee, which is the good quality she learned from Wen Xi.

After many days of habit, she did not realize the true meaning of Wen Xi's words.

Seeing the child's serious appearance, Wen Xi couldn't help but let go of her, and said calmly, "Well, let's go."

Went to the office to pick up the homework, and on the way back to class, the more Han Zisheng thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong...

Was my sister a little unhappy just now?

Only then did she suddenly realize that Wen Xi's tone of voice and breath on her body were different from usual.

She quickened her pace, started running in small steps, and ran all the way into the class.

She put the thick homework book on the desk, and she didn't rush to distribute it, so she ran to Wen Xi's side first.

"Sister." She softly called Wen Xi who was talking to Xu Jingyi.

"Yeah." Wen Xi stopped talking and responded softly. Seeing the homework book on the desk, she said softly, "Do you want to send out your English homework? I'll help you."

"Send it!" Han Zisheng replied as he was taken away, then shook his head when he realized something was wrong, and continued: "I didn't mean to say that."

Wen Xi nodded, and asked warmly, "What's wrong?"

Han Zisheng looked at Xu Jingyi, a little timid and shy.

Xu Jingyi stood up knowingly, and patted Liang Jia who was sitting at the same table because of Han Zisheng: "Go, help Shengsheng send the English homework."

Han Zisheng watched the two friends leave their seats gratefully and apologetically, and helped her hand out the homework in a friendly manner.

"What's wrong?" Wen Xi asked softly again.

There was indeed a lack of warmth in her voice, which could not be heard by others, but Han Zisheng could feel the difference.

It's right that some are arguing.

Han Zisheng sat down on the seat, grabbed the stool and put a sticker on Wenxi's side, and said softly, "It's not me, but sister, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Xi looked at Han Zisheng and shook his head slightly: "I'm fine..."

Han Zisheng stared at Wen Xi's eyes without saying a word, just staring.

Wen Xi looked a little nervous and avoided seeing her.

"It's nothing, sister, what are you hiding?" Han Zisheng said seriously.

"It's not very important..." Wen Xi could only explain softly.

She has calmed down, but being stared at like this made her a little embarrassed, and she was just embarrassed to avoid it, and had no other thoughts!

"Then go home to talk about it at night?" Han Zisheng said softly.

Wen Xi thought about it, and by the time school was over, she should have calmed down.

She nodded without thinking about it, and agreed.

But Wenxi agreed, but Han Zisheng was worried about it all the time.

There happened to be a computer class in the afternoon, and the classroom was in the laboratory building. Taking advantage of the recess, Han Zisheng pulled Wen Xi to find an empty top floor stairway in the building and stopped.

"Sister, are you unhappy this morning?" The child asked straight to the point.

Wen Xi was thinking about what the kid was trying to do by pulling her to this deserted place. Although she regained consciousness after asking this question, she was also stunned.

She looked at Han Zisheng and did not answer for a long time.

Han Zisheng frowned slightly, and said softly: "I've been running to the office between classes recently, and I didn't spend much time with you, I should be upset..."

Wen Xi looked at the child's self-serving reflection, and suddenly smiled softly.

"So you know!" She replied angrily.

"Eh?" Han Zisheng didn't expect Wen Xi to answer her words, and he was taken aback, blinking his eyes, a little silly.

"Then... kiss and make it up." She asked Wenxi as she spoke.

Wen Xi covered Han Zisheng's face with one hand, and said softly, "Is this compensation for you, or compensation for me?"

"Compensate sister." Han Zisheng's lips moved in the palm of Wen Xi's hand, and he kissed it a few times.

Wen Xi withdrew his hand hastily: "Dirty."

"Hey, it's not dirty." Han Zisheng smirked twice, "Don't sister like to kiss!"

Wenxi: ...

She was silent, unwilling to answer the question ashamedly.

"Sister, I was wrong, don't be unhappy, okay?" Han Zisheng, who couldn't kiss anyone, stretched out his arms and hugged Wen Xi in his arms, and said the words of confession very seriously, "My whole body, my whole heart It belongs to my sister, so I won’t neglect my sister because of other things!”

Wenxi has heard a lot of love talk from Han Zisheng, and she is basically immune to it.

What she couldn't avoid, what she couldn't handle, was the seriousness in Han Zisheng's eyes every time he said something like this.

At this time of revealing their hearts and expressing their liking, no matter what irrelevant topics they talked about before, Han Zisheng could always get serious in an instant.

Don't give her any room to escape.

Every time it makes her feel touched, she is so ashamed that she has nowhere to escape.

In fact, she doesn't care that much, but occasionally she feels lost when she can't find anyone for a moment, but she can recover herself.

And she didn't deliberately express her loneliness, and she didn't know how the child felt it.

"Hmm." She turned her head away and responded softly.

Wen Xi hides because of shyness.

But Han Zisheng was full of worry and concern, and didn't think about it at all. He just thought that he hadn't coaxed him well, so he lowered his head and resorted to a big trick...

He kissed the corner of Wenxi's lips...