The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

Xiaobao said that he would just learn, so he directly asked someone to bring the table.

Just in time, Niu Niu's teacher also arrived at this time.

"Ms. Qin, this is the kid. He saw Niuniu's beautiful handwriting and wanted to learn from her. Do you think we will take part in today's class?"

Qin Qiyou frowned slightly. His class fees were sky-high.

What's more...

"Look at the posture of holding the pen. Didn't you have any foundation before?"

"Ah, it's like this...Xiaobao doesn't like writing very much." Bai Xiran's voice was weak. The little guy was good at everything else, but he didn't like studying. The old mother was really worried.

When Qin Qiyou heard that he had no foundation, his old face sank.

Bai Yinger hurriedly persuaded, "Teach me as you like, and see if you have talent."

"Well, that's okay." He said that he had already taken out his special brush and laid it out on the teaching table, "At your age, you shouldn't practice brushes directly when you don't have the foundation, but Niuniu is very good at calligraphy. One is quite talented, so it is faster to learn."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, "Niuniu first review the words you learned last time, as for you..."

"My name is Xiaobao." The little guy said in a childlike voice, Ranran taught him to respect his teacher, this is a teacher, he must be polite.

Seeing that he is well-behaved, Qin Qiyou looked better, "Let's write your name first."

"Okay."

The little guy thought about it, and then started to write seriously.

He wants to write the character "ink".

However, there are many gestures and the upper and lower structures are very long, so it is very difficult to write.

What's more, it's the first time to hold a brush, and after writing, the ink is scattered on the rice paper, which is almost unreadable.

Mo Xiaobao blinked, looked at the brush in his hand, then turned to look at Bai Xiran, "Ranran, it's so difficult."

"This... is a little difficult. Let's write it again, take your time."

"Actually, he doesn't even know how to hold a pen, right? How do you do it slowly? It's the same if you ask him to write it a hundred times, right, Mrs. Mo?"

"I see what Ying Er just said is right. Young Master Mo has no talent, so don't waste your time."

"Sign up to a training class outside to learn the exam style, and you can also practice calligraphy well. Playing calligraphy is more difficult."

The people around looked very dissatisfied, but Mo Junzhe also came here today.

Although he went out to put something away and didn't come in for a long time, since he was here, no one dared to speak rudely.

Bai Xiran sighed inwardly when he heard the sarcasm and unwillingness in their words.

Sure enough, Uncle Mo was more able to calm down the situation.

Then he asked softly, "Teacher Qin, if you just want to see Xiaobao's foundation, how about letting him write with a hard pen?"

"Okay, Mrs. Xu, please get him a pen." Qin Qiyou already knew that this little boy might not even be able to write a few serious words.

Bai Yinger was quite upset, but she still handed over the pen.

I just couldn't help raising my voice, and said sharply, "Since you can't write, no matter what kind of pen you change, the result will be the same. I thought that Niuniu had some talent in calligraphy, and Xiaobao might also have it. But I didn't know that Xiaobao I haven't studied hard in the past few years, the other children in the kindergarten can at least write their own names..."

She looked disdainful.

But before the words fell, he suddenly heard a gasp from the side.

"What's going on, how did you write this word... so well?"