Raised after a boy's scumbag

Chapter 22 System Master
"Devil's mission, what's the big deal? I'm not afraid of you, I'm going to kill you!" Liu Tong thought to himself, sat down at his study desk, opened the copybook, and took out the pen in the pencil case.

Although he was a little worried that the system's requirement was to copy brush characters, since he didn't make it so clear, he decided to use a pen to copy. After all, he has never used a brush before, so it must be impossible to complete.

If the system insisted on being so difficult, then he would have to be punished a few times before trying to find a way to complete it.

For the next day, Liu Tong was copying the preface to the Lanting collection. After eating at night, his fingers were sore and sore, and he could barely hold the chopsticks.

Fortunately, my mother didn't pay attention, otherwise it would be another criticism and education.

Picking up the pen after dinner, I felt that my fingers were thicker. This feeling made Liu Tong want to give up, and the writing became slower and slower. Every time he had to let go of the pen to let his fingers relax, but he still worked hard. keep on.

He wrote it until he went to bed at 11 o'clock in the evening, and he copied it 24 times in total.

During this day, except for eating, he was almost copying seriously, but unfortunately his speed was not as fast as expected.

After washing and lying on the bed, Liu Tong rubbed his sore fingers and secretly calculated that if the speed is still the same in the next two days, he might not be able to finish it a hundred times.

There was some anxiety in his heart, but Liu Tong knew that he couldn't be in a hurry. Thinking that there might be a different task in his dream today, he calmed down and fell asleep.

Soon, he entered the mission dungeon in his dream.

"A copy of the primary task, get three stars from the calligraphy teacher, success rewards Temperament +1, rewards 1 entry-level lottery draw, failure penalty unknown, completion time limit, energy exhaustion."

Liu Tong slowly opened his eyes after hearing the voice of the mission.

The first thing I saw was a middle-aged man in a white robe with a sallow ugly face looking at him seriously. Just when Liu Tong was about to speak, the yellow-faced man asked first: " Xiaotong, are you ready?"

"I..." Liu Tong trembled slightly. This strange yellow-faced man called his name directly, which made him a little uncomfortable, but he still asked in a daze, "Teacher, what do you want me to do?" ?”

"Of course I pick up the pen and write the preface to the Lanting collection. Let me see what level you are." Liu Tong couldn't help but leaned back a little.

"That's it..." Liu Tong turned his face and looked around. The whole room is [-] to [-] square meters in size. The wooden tables and chairs are antique. Two or three meters away is a classic desk. A wooden window is open in front of the desk. The faint sunlight fell on the desk, giving Liu Tong a sense of elegance and elegance.

"Xiaotong, hurry up and start, let me see your level." The yellow-faced man leaned over again as he said, his thick lips, nose bridge, and eyebrows that were so pale that they were almost invisible Liu Tong couldn't bear to look directly at him.

"Ah..." Liu Tong avoided the ugly yellow-faced man and walked quickly to the desk. Only then did he realize that he was dressed differently. He was wearing a long black silk dress with a slightly protruding chest.Taking another look at his white and immature fingers, Liu Tong knew that this time he had transformed into time travel again.

"Damn the system, this is very interesting?" Liu Tong complained in his heart. If it is said that the last time he transmigrated into a girl in the dance class, it was to adapt to the environment. But this time it is a calligraphy class, and it is still a girl's body .

"Xiaotong, don't be in a daze, let's start quickly." The yellow-faced man said impatiently.

"Okay." Liu Tong calmed down, and glanced at the desk, four brushes of different thicknesses, and two open inkstones, he felt that his head was a bit big, he had seen these things in elementary school, but he didn't feel at all The interest has been returned to the teacher for so many years.

Liu Tong first rolled up the long sleeves that were in the way, exposing a white lotus-like arm, and then he tremblingly picked up the brush, trying to recall the brush-holding posture that the teacher said when he was a child.

"Xiaotong, have you forgotten to hold the pen?" said the yellow-faced man, leaning over to hold Liu Tong's hand with one hand, then corrected his pen-holding posture, and said, "Just hold the pen like this and start writing. Well, it doesn't matter how bad the writing is, I won't mind."

"Well, with your words, I feel at ease." Liu Tong remembered that this is a mission dungeon, there is no punishment for failure, and he has nothing to worry about.

Liu Tong held the brush tightly, dipped it in the inkstone, and began to write seriously.

Because he copied the preface to the Lanting collection 24 times during the day, he could already memorize it, so the yellow-faced man asked him to write the preface to the Lanting collection, and he didn't bother at all.

However, his calligraphy is really bad, not to mention crooked, and the size is different, some even have to run out of the paper, which is a bit excessive.

The yellow-faced man watched from the side without making a sound. He waited until Liu Tong finished writing, and then he sighed and said, "Xiaotong, you let me down so much, this word is already uglier than me. , I'm convinced too."

"Teacher, are you kidding me?" Liu Tong almost laughed when he heard the yellow-faced man tease him, but he still maintained a respectful attitude and said, "I seldom write with a brush, I will try my best."

"That's right, your study attitude is good, then I'll give you three chances, if you're still as bad the third time, you'll be punished by me." The yellow-faced man said flatly.

"Teacher, what's your punishment?" Liu Tong's heart tightened for no reason. Seeing the yellow-faced man's expression that seemed to harbor malicious intentions, he suddenly recalled that the punishment for failing the dungeon mission was unknown, not nothing.

"You'll know when the time comes. It's not a good thing anyway, so write it a second time now." The yellow-faced man was obviously not interested in answering this question.

Immediately, Liu Tong stopped thinking about this problem, so she changed the paper and began to write again. This time, she had the experience of the previous one, and felt that it was much easier to write, but it was still crooked, and finally there were no outrageous words. .

"That's right, I've made some progress, but it's still too bad. You still have another chance. I hope you can cherish it," said the yellow-faced man.

"Teacher, I will work hard." Liu Tong really wanted to give this ugly man a kick, but considering that the teacher was dispatched by the system, and it could be regarded as helping him practice calligraphy to complete the task, so he held back.

Another piece of paper was changed, and Liu Tong began to write for the third time. This time he was more serious and concentrated on writing, which made him feel calm. It's a bit of a mess, but it's got some shape.

"It's much better this time, it's not too bad, I'll give you three more chances." The yellow-faced man said flatly.

"Teacher, can you tell me what the punishment is?" Liu Tong asked again.

"You really want to know?" The yellow-faced man glared at Liu Tong.

"Yes, and you should tell me the rewards for doing well." Liu Tong said seriously.

If it was the former dance teacher or the stage director, Liu Tong would not have said these things to them, but this yellow-faced man seems to be different from those two people, which made Liu Tong feel the need to ask a few more questions, Figure out the current situation.

"Xiaotong, do you think the devil mission is fun?" the yellow-faced man asked.

"Ah, you are the master of the system?" Liu Tong exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)