Can the Class Representative Come Out for a Moment?

Shi Si didn't understand, how could he be given the position of a class representative when his Chinese language was always hovering on the passing line, arranging morning and evening self-study, collecting homework, supervising endorsements, counting papers... He was so annoyed that he wished he could kill himself, until Meng Qianyu, who was off duty downstairs, timidly showed his head at the door of the classroom and asked in a low voice: "Classmate, can you let the Chinese class representative of your class come out?" If men and women are matched, the work will not be tiring, don't tell me, it is such a truth. Every time Meng Qianyu came to him and said, "Classmate, let's count the papers together." What he heard in his ears was the charming young lady in ancient times, waving her fan and lying on the couch, her eyebrows seductive: "Uncle, come over and play." Shi Si propped up his head and looked at her, thinking, it seems that Mr. Shi would be a good representative of the Chinese class if he was affected.