Fu Shao knelt down today?

Chapter 791 Teaching Handwriting (4)

On this day, Nanqiao went to calligraphy class in the afternoon. When she saw Ying Muyao, who looked like a giant baby against the backdrop of a group of children, she turned her head and wanted to leave, but she was a step too late.

"Nanqiao." The calligraphy teacher stopped her, "Class is about to start, what are you doing?"

Nanqiao was MMP in his heart, turned his head dejectedly, and smiled stiffly, "I want to go out and buy a bottle of water."

The calligraphy teacher directly gave her the mineral water that he hadn't unscrewed, "You don't need to buy it, just drink mine."

South Bridge: "..."

Thank you very much, teacher.

After the class started, the calligraphy teacher asked to hand in the homework for the next class. Nanqiao said "Fuck". Recently, that bastard Ying Muyao messed up her life.

Nanqiao watched all the well-behaved children hand in their homework, while he was still sitting in his seat, his old face blushing.

The teacher glanced at Nanqiao, took an elementary school student's homework, and walked up to Nanqiao: "How does this classmate's handwriting compare with yours?"

Nanqiao glanced at the well-regulated, neat and beautiful characters, and said weakly: "Teacher, stop joking. It's not like you haven't seen my characters before, they are ugly."

"Then why do you have the confidence not to do your homework?"

South Bridge: "..."

"Heh." There was a deep and short laughter from the side, and Nanqiao's neck was red.

The teacher heard it too, and turned to look at Ying Muyao, "How is the new student's handwriting?"

Ying Muyao didn't say a word, just picked up a pen and copied a line of poem, the pen is powerful, the font is chic, and it's a style of its own.

A person who does not need to learn calligraphy at all.

Nanqiao was also very surprised, looked at Ying Muyao's face, and then at his handwriting, it seems that "handwriting is like a person" still has some credibility.

The teacher held Ying Muyao's handwriting, his face full of doubts, and then he heard Ying Muyao say: "I came to accompany my girlfriend to class, she has been losing her temper with me recently."

teacher:"……"

South Bridge: "..."

The teacher coughed, "Student Ying should teach Nanqiao calligraphy well."

"I will." Ying Muyao said.

Thus, Ying Muyao sat down beside her in a majestic manner.

I have been so angry recently, Nanqiao feels that his endurance has been improved.

When Ying Muyao was sitting next to her, she could still hear the few words the teacher said.

When it was time to practice in the hall, Nanqiao picked up the pen and was about to write it down when Ying Muyao's voice sounded beside him.

"The posture of holding the pen is not right, how can I write well."

As he said that, Ying Muyao directly corrected her posture with his hands. She was a little stiff, and Ying Muyao couldn't adjust well, so he stood up and walked behind her, bent slightly, and corrected her holding posture with both hands.

The man's fingertips were hot, and Nanqiao's scalded hand trembled subconsciously.

"Don't move." The man clenched her hand tightly. On the back of his hand, his palm became hotter and hotter. The temperature like the scorching sun almost burned into the tip of her heart from the back of her hand.

Nanqiao unconsciously lost his mind. Under his eyes, he was holding her hand, one small and one large, one white and one wheat, and the tip of the pen was drawn across the paper. Soon, a beautiful word "love" appeared under the pen.

The tips of Nanqiao's ears felt hot, for no reason.

It was clearly the word "patriotism", but when the word "love" was written alone, she felt her whole body go limp.

Nanqiao was almost wrapped in his arms, and the end of his nose was filled with his refreshing breath with a faint smell of tobacco, which smelled very good.

His warm breath fell on the top of her head, making her flutter.

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　　This one is really flirtatious [old mother smiles]
　　Pumpkin: Ying'er, come on!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)