My cat always wants to suck me

The white chalk slides on the blackboard, recording the word '正' softly and gracefully.

The knuckles of the fingers holding the chalk are well-proportioned, but they have the toughness of a boy, and even the words have a sharp hook.

The two rows of "positive" characters are inseparable.

The girl standing under the podium raised her eyes slightly, and peeked at the two lines of writing. She wore a neat ponytail and showed a beautiful and full forehead. To the man holding the chalk.

The boy is tall, and the sporty blue and white school uniform looks very refreshing on him.

Ruan Chengyun didn't look sideways, and finished writing the last stroke steadily, then turned to look at the female class teacher on the side: "That's all?"

Tong Wu is in his 40s. He is used to being a head teacher, and he is also used to choosing a class leader. He casually glanced at the roster, and then at the orthography, before realizing something was wrong: "58?"

She frowned, and sternly glanced at the students under the podium: "There are 61 students in our class, and there are still not enough people at the roll call. Three of them were missing in ten minutes of class?"

Ruan Chengyun stood on the podium, picking up chalk without his own business.

The roster hit the podium heavily, and Tong Wu Zhang sternly said: "On the first day of class placement, you guys take me for a fool?"

Tong Wu has been in school for many years, and his dignified appearance is not a joke, and they are in a key class. The head teacher is so serious, and everyone under the podium is cowardly like a quail.

The class was in full swing, and the corridor outside was eerily quiet. Only two people sneaked against the wall and rushed to the door.

The first one was a boy with curly hair, his yellowish hair was dyed a little green. He looked up and saw that the house number was Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School. Then he coughed lightly, straightened up, straightened his clothes and walked in.

The people behind him didn't have so much drama, they just followed behind with a schoolbag on one shoulder.

The blond hair raised his hand and knocked on the door, glanced at the three people standing on the podium, and smiled stiffly: "Hi...?"

The silent class became a little more deadened. Tong Wu moved his eyes and looked at the two students. When he saw the yellow hair all over his head, he became very angry.

"Hi? Are you playing house with me? Look at what time it is now. You are already a sophomore in high school. You are late for the first day of school. Are you trying to shake the world?"

The two of them didn't respond, Huang Curly said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, teacher, something happened on the road, we promise there will be no next time... You are so good-looking, don't worry about it with us?"

The slick tongue made Ruan Chengyun couldn't help but glance at the two of them.

Tong Wu squinted his eyes, took out a piece of chalk, and handed one to each of them: "The class is selecting a monitor, Ruan Chengyun is on the left, and Jiang Yu is on the right. You two can draw on it, and sit down when you finish."

Huang Mao looked at the chalk, squeezed out a smiling face, regardless of left and right, and drew to the left casually, his eyes swept around and ran to the empty space at the back of the class, the person behind immediately followed him and drew a line to the left.

It was originally a tie vote, because they came up with the result at once.

Originally, there was another person, but this person never came, so Tong Wu directly announced the result and made Ruan Chengyun the squad leader.

Ruan Chengyun blinked, stepped off the podium and returned to his seat to sit down. He was tall, and although he didn't have a formal row of seats, he sat in the back, and behind him were the two latecomers.

While Tong Wu lowered his head and circled the people who hadn't arrived with a black marker pen, the two behind him were stealing small biscuits.

Ruan Chengyun couldn't help frowning as a sweet and greasy smell of milk wafted over.

The classes on the first day of school are not tight. They have just been divided into arts and science classes. The teachers will let the students get used to it in advance. The second and fourth classes in senior high school are arts classes. There are fewer boys than girls. It was difficult for Ruan Chengyun to squint for a while.

In the end, he had no choice but to pick up his coat and put it on his head, isolating the world.

However, it didn't take long, as if the chair was hit hard by the table behind, Ruan Chengyun frowned displeasedly, and then did it unexpectedly.

Only then was he a little annoyed, he took off his school uniform and looked back at these two people who were late on the first day of school, and knocked on the table twice with his knuckles.

"You guys, be quiet."

After saying that, he turned his head back, lay down on the table, covered himself with his school uniform, and went to sleep.

The two were robbing for the basketball. Hearing that the blond-haired boy glanced at him, he threw the ball in his hand at the other person, leaned over and said in a low voice.

"Fuck, who is this guy?"

The man took out the class list with everyone, pointed to the name on the front and read: "Ruan Chengyun, new monitor, what are you listening to in the morning?"

"Because I didn't eat in the morning and rushed over, you still told me to listen, what a fart, I'm going to have hypoglycemia..."

While talking, the two left the classroom holding the basketball.

Finally, the two noisy people left. He thought he could have a good sleep during the lunch break, but Ruan Chengyun was woken up by someone shaking him again. His patience was exhausted, and he immediately punched the table with a loud bang.

The class fell silent in an instant, and everyone looked in Ruan Chengyun's direction, including Wang Zimo who looked terrified in front of him.

Wang Zimo wore black thin-rimmed glasses, and looked clean and white. When he saw him getting angry, he immediately picked up the book and fanned others: "Calm down, calm down, monitor."

Only then did the bystanders look away, but there were still many girls looking this way. After all, Ruan Chengyun's face was very in line with the aesthetic standards of girls nowadays, and he was naturally handsome.

There were also people who looked at Wang Zimo, but what they discussed was not a good thing.

-Is that Wang Zimo the one who complained to the teacher every day in Class [-]?

-Seems to be……

Suing this kind of thing is not a good reputation. There are too many people talking about it, and Wang Zimo also vaguely heard it.

Ruan Chengyun closed his eyes and pressed his temples that were throbbing: "If you have something to say, you have to fart."

Only then did Wang Zimo get rid of his anxiety, and he held the class list and posted it in front of him: "Squad leader, have you read this?"

"Looked."

Wang Zimo was shocked, and asked in a low voice as if afraid of something: "Xing Yu is actually in our class? Isn't he supposed to be in the third year of high school?"

Ruan Chengyun raised his eyelids: "Demotion."

——Xing Yu, the school tyrant of Yanhe No. [-] Middle School, in the words of Wang Zimo, is a man who is full of fans inside and outside the school, and is in charge of the power of life and death

In the classroom in summer, the fan was whistling, making people upset. Ruan Chengyun felt hot, and was about to get up to fetch water, but was blocked by Wang Zimo.

"Relegated...he was relegated, and he is in the same class as us again, so will you two fight like before?"

Ruan Chengyun looked at him sullenly: "No."

Probably not.

Wang Zimo carefully probed: "Squad leader, why don't you react to such a big matter?"

Ruan Chengyun was surprised: "What kind of reaction do I have?"

Wang Zimo swallowed: "Aren't you, that... childhood sweetheart?"

Ruan Chengyun held the water bottle irritably, and moved his face away with one hand: "Qing you ghost!"

Wang Zimo's glasses were crooked, he hurriedly reached out to fix them, and turned to follow: "Why do you feel so sleepy, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Ruan Chengyun nodded while catching the water.

Wang Zimo was full of admiration: "Squad leader, have you been studying all night?"

Ruan Chengyun looked at him like a fool.

"Play games."

The admiration in Wang Zimo's eyes disappeared very quickly, as if it never existed.

As for the squad leader playing games, Wang Zimo knew about it when he was a freshman in high school.

The two of them were in Class [-] in their first year of high school, and they were at the same table for a year, and they got along pretty well. Ruan Chengyun was the class monitor in their first year of high school, and Wang Zimo yelled it smoothly, so there is no need to change it now.

But for Ruan Chengyun, the monitor was really wronged. If possible, he really wanted that female classmate to be the monitor.

However, the female student's grades are too good, the top ten in the school list, the teacher can't bear to distract her, and can't bear to discourage the enthusiasm of the students, so he can only use himself to stand out and hold an election.

But I didn't expect that Jiang Yu's popularity was not inferior to Ruan Chengyun's. The two almost drew a tie, and their busy work was wasted.

Ruan Chengyun was clear about these matters, but he would not refuse too much. Being the squad leader was nothing more than trouble, and sometimes he could take a break by the way.

He returned to his seat, his eyes involuntarily moved to the neatly printed A4 paper, and locked on the word Xing Yu again.

The curriculum of Yanhe No. [-] Middle School is tight, and Ruan Chengyun's home is far away. Logically speaking, he should live in a school, but he has just submitted his application, and the dormitory has not been approved yet. He doesn't want to bother his family, so he can only wait. Go outside the school to the bus station.

There are not many people on the bus in this direction, because it is going outside the urban area. Ruan Chengyun's family lives in a remote place, in a villa area on the outskirts of the city, but fortunately, it is also clean. He can always find a seat on the bus in the morning and evening.

The boy was wearing a school uniform, neatly carrying a white schoolbag, and a brown bear was hanging on the right side. It was hard to imagine that a boy of this age could use a white schoolbag, but this bag was clean in Ruan Chengyun's hands.

After a few stops, the phone in my pocket rang.

Ruan Chengyun picked it up: "Mom?"

The gentle female voice pierced through the phone and entered his ears.

"Xiao Yun, is school over? Are you in the car?"

Ruan Chengyun replied: "Yes."

At this time, the voice broadcast in the bus happened to sound, and the voice over there was quiet for a few seconds, and he did not speak until the noise here was less noisy.

"The bus you took again, why didn't Uncle Hao pick you up?"

"Need not."

Ruan Chengyun looked out, and the light from the stars outside the window overflowed. After the summer season, the air at night was a bit cool.

As soon as he finished speaking, there were some noises from the phone. Ji Yan gently covered the phone, and turned to look at the secretary: "Put things here first."

The secretary nodded: "Okay, by the way, Mr. Ji, you have a meeting in 10 minutes, and it should be over in a while."

Ji Yan lowered his eyes: "I see."

Then she came back and continued: "Xiao Yun, I heard from your class teacher that you want to live on campus?"

Ruan Chengyun hugged his schoolbag and hummed lightly.

Sure enough, Ji Yan began to persuade.

"Why do you live on campus? You have Aunt Wu taking care of you at home, and Uncle Hao can pick you up when you go out. The environment of living on campus is not as good as at home. Besides, you didn't discuss this with your family. Do you want to..."

Ruan Chengyun listened to her analysis from various angles, and only stared at the wrist watch when she finished the last sentence and spoke softly.

"Six minutes, Mom, go to the meeting."

As soon as Ji Yan heard it, she knew she was talking in vain.