The Boss is Very Busy

The little girl looked slightly confused. She looked in the direction she pointed. The professor was asking a student a question. His smile towards him was a bit tender, and his eyes seemed to be firing at everyone.

Before she could say anything, Kapok continued to speak, his tone so calm that there was no wave in it.

"To put it mildly, it's greasy."

"..."

Greasy?

The little girl stared at the professor in silence. At this time, he asked many students to stand up and answer questions. The smile on his face widened. Look carefully...

It seems a little bit.

After Kapok said this, the little girl didn't know how to look directly at the professor.

In the next class, the more she watched, the more she felt that everything the man did was greasy and artificial. After the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the little girl finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The professor arranged the books. He raised his head and looked there accurately. His eyes flickered for a moment and he suddenly stood up: "Kapoen, come to the office with me."

Kapok: "..."

She stopped and looked at the professor expressionlessly. The professor received her gaze, suddenly smiled at her, and raised his hand to signal. The people next to him also looked at Kapok one after another.

The little girl standing next to Kapok looked at the professor, then put her eyes on Kapok for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her head and patted her: "Do you want me to wait for you?"

Kapok shook his head.

"No, you go back first."

The professor had already left the classroom. Kapok picked up the book and followed him. The whispers from the girls next to him came over: "What did the professor ask her to do?"

"I don't know either."

"It should be the course selection representative. Don't you know that Kapok is number one?"

"Huh? If I had known that I would have worked hard to get the first place in the exam, I also want to be Professor Chen's class representative."

"You? Forget it, it'll be great if you can pass."

"..."

Kapok walked to Chen Zeng's office. She raised her hand and knocked. A clear and gentle voice came from inside, "Please come in."

Kapok opened the door and went in. She walked to Chen Zeng's desk, where he was immersed in correcting something. He marked the key points with a red pen on the paper. He looked very serious. The girl stood: "Teacher, do you have anything to do with me?" "

Hearing her voice, Chen Zeng paused with his fingers. Then he put down his pen and raised his head with a gentle smile on his lips: "Kapok, the teacher asked you to come over. It's no big deal."

Kapok looked at him calmly and said nothing.

Chen Zeng pushed up his glasses, and in a gentle manner, he pulled out a pile of information, which was the homework the student had handed in last time. Chen Zeng turned to the first page, which was Kapok's homework, and he lowered his head.

"The teacher read your homework and it was very good. It was beyond my expectation. There are many opinions in it. The teacher thinks it is great and appreciates that you, a young child, can write so well."

Kapok nodded.

"Thank you, teacher."

"So, I think you are the best in our class." Chen Zeng raised his head, his passionate peach blossom eyes were sparkling. Looking carefully, they always seemed a bit hypocritical. He smiled and his tone softened: "So, I wonder if you are interested in being the teacher’s class representative?”

Without even thinking about it, Kapok shook his head: "No, teacher, I don't have much time."

"What?" She refused without thinking. Chen Zeng's mouth froze for a moment, and he couldn't help but be confused. The words came out of his mouth. He paused, as if he felt something was wrong, and his smile became gentle again.

"It's okay. Kapoen, if you have anything to tell the teacher, is there anything the teacher can help you with?"