I'm really not a scumbag

Chen Jun returned to the bedroom and opened the post.

The script can be used again and again, provided that the brush is dipped in water.

When I was a child, I had a special brush class at lunch, and at that time, I also wrote one stroke at a time.

Later brush lessons were canceled.

Since then, Chen Jun has not touched the brush again, and holding it in his hand at this time, it is a little rusty.

The brush is not like pencils, ballpoint pens, and fountain pens, first of all, there is a considerable difference in the grip posture, and secondly, the brush strokes are soft and difficult to control.

“First complete the first stage of the task ‘Beautiful Brush Writing’, and when you are proficient with the brush, then proceed to the third stage of painting.”

The details of the task appeared in front of Chen Jun’s eyes——

[Mission: Beautiful brush writing].

[Description: A beautiful brush word will definitely add highlights to the host, carefully practice the brush word, there will be surprises at each stage].

[Stage 1: Copy 100 brush characters, after completion, you can get brush word specialization, 1000 yuan].

Equivalent to 10 bucks a word.

Compared to the rest of the tasks, the bonus is not much.

Three roommates will also come at this time.

They carried a bag of sweet oranges and ate a lot halfway through.

“Does it taste good?” Chen Jun thought about the previous ridicule, and couldn’t help laughing.

“Hehe, it’s sweet.”

Hou Ping said simply, “Brother Chen, if you buy us food every day, why not be your son?” ”

“…… Shameless enough. ”

Chen Jun gave a thumbs up.

It seems, the other two roommates had no opinion.

“Are you going to start practicing your words?”

Luo Hong came over and looked at it, and said, “There are many exquisite brush characters, I have studied with my grandfather for two years, if Brother Chen does not understand, you can ask me.” ”

“Oh?”

Chen Jun was surprised: “Why haven’t I seen you write it?” ”

“Well, I can’t write very well, I can’t quite take out my hand.”

Luo Hong took two oranges and ate them aside.

Chen Jun didn’t believe it.

Because he has seen Luo Hong’s handwriting, he has a good handwriting, and he thinks that the brush writing will not be too bad.

“Start practicing brush writing.”

Chen Jun held the pen according to the posture in his memory, dipped in water, the pen hair was soft, and the pen dropped.

Follow the words one by one, paying full attention.

Every task requires Chen Jun to devote himself wholeheartedly, not perfunctory.

Chen Jun gradually cultivated patience that was rare before.

Writing brush writing is not easy.

The other three ate oranges, glanced at them a few times, and hid to the side to chat.

“Can you see the level of Brother Jun?” Zhou Hanliang threw a clove of orange in his mouth, chewing while asking Luo Hong.

“Not very skilled, and there are mistakes in the holding posture of the pen.”

Luo Hong hesitated again and again and did not point fingers at Chen Jun.

It’s one thing for others to ask for advice, it’s another thing to take the initiative to teach others.

In the former, others will not feel disgust.

In the latter, the person being pointed out will annoy you and think that you are nosy!

“Oh, Brother Jun practiced casually.”

Zhou Hanliang said vaguely: “It’s paper cutting again, brush writing again, Brother Jun has a wide range of hobbies recently.” ”

The other two agreed.

Chen Jun was immersed in copying the post, and halfway through the task, the mobile phone on the desktop rang, breaking the state.

“Don’t be disgusting spam text messages again.”

He put down the brush, picked up the phone and looked at it, it was sent by an unexpected guy.

“What is Chen Ling’s little girl texting me for, didn’t she say not to contact me?”

Although his three ex-girlfriends deleted all his numbers, he still saved them in his phone contacts.

Chen Junman was puzzled, clicked on the text message, and saw an inexplicable text message.

“Bah, scumbag!”

Toot ….

Another text message came in.

It was still Chen Ling: “Don’t reply, I just want to scold you!” ”

“Yes, what brain circuit is this woman?”

Chen Jun put down the mobile phone, pondered for a moment, and picked up the mobile phone again.

Don’t let me reply?

No, must be replied.

The woman said no, that is to be!

Snap type, click send.

Put down your phone and continue to practice.

Bedroom 402.

Chen Ling was sulking.

Originally, I went to the forum at noon to see if there was any bad news from Chen Jun.

However, clicking into a post, I saw a reply that made Chen Ling crazy:

“The scumbag Chen Sing Southern girl is very involved, Xia Qingyu and Guo Xiaoyu happen to be southern girls, and his feelings for the two can be seen.”

Chen Ling exited the post, clicked on it again, and reported the reply angrily.

As for the reason for being angry….

Because Chen Ling suddenly thought: “Why does he only sing about southern girls, has he never seen me again?” It’s not fair! ”

When Chen Jun first learned her name, he laughed and said that everyone had the same surname Chen, which was really fate.

Now she can’t wait to change her surname!

Finding a grievance point, the more Chen Ling thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and as soon as his brain was hot, he sent a text message to Chen Jun.

After sending it, Chen Ling regretted it again, so he resent another one and deliberately explained.

It’s not that the old lady misses you, but wants to scold you!

“Scumbag, dead scumbag, smelly scumbag, I obviously like you so much, and I want scumbag …”

“You scumbag me, why can’t I forget you?”

“It must have slandered me,

woo-woo…”

Chen Ling was lying on the bed, tears couldn’t help but fall, soaking the soft pillow.

The grievances accumulated over the past few days suddenly exploded.

First love, how can I say forget it, I have always hidden it in my heart.

“Toot toot…”

The phone vibrates gently.

Chen Ling wiped his tears, swiped his phone, and saw Chen Jun’s reply: “Miss me, please say it directly.” ”

Damn it!

She couldn’t stop her tears even more, sniffed her nose gently, and gritted her teeth: “Dead scumbag, who will miss you!” ”

But the text message sent out was duplicitous: “Yes, I want to be a scumbag, but I can’t talk to him.” ”

After sending, turn off your phone.

The world suddenly went quiet.

Chen Ling curled up between the beds, tears rolling down the corners of his eyes.

The other side.

After Chen Jun saw the text message, he fell silent.

That reply originally wanted to tease Chen Ling, but he thought that Chen Ling would reply like this.

“It seems that Ben Slag’s charm is not small, she still misses me.”

Chen Jun laughed at himself, and wanted to reply to the ridicule, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

“It’s fun to practice words.”

He turned off his phone, took a deep breath, adjusted his fluctuating emotions just now, and plunged into copying the words again.