The Villainous Classmate is my Lucky Star

"Can't you tell? I drew a duck." Wen Yantong said.

Chi Jingxi really couldn't tell.

It is estimated that this kind of thing will be shown to the whole Shaojing people, and no one will recognize it as a duck.

Wen Yantong has learned a bit of fine art, so the painting of this Duck Duck is very restorative, but Chi Jingxi has never seen such a weird duck.

He took a closer look and found that the creature with big eyes did indeed have a flat beak, which was quite in line with the characteristics of a duck, but the appearance of holding his head in two hands was really weird.

"This is the duck from my hometown." Wen Yantong explained.

Chi Jingxi put down the paper in her hand with a weird look, and when she turned her eyes, she saw the half-drawn thing in front of her again.

He had never seen this kind of painting before, and it was both surprising and absurd.

Wen Yantong saw him staring at the painting on his paper, so he hurriedly flipped out the blank pages and said to him, "Master Xiaohou must have never seen this kind of painting. I'll show it to you."

She turned her whole body sideways, put the paper upright in the center, the pen tip was moistened with ink, and then she muttered, "An old man, borrow our eggs, I said three days, he said four days, I will pay you back. Big egg..."

This is something that children can draw. Just read the formula once and an old man Ding will appear on the paper. After Wen Yantong finished painting, he said, "Look, this is Old Man Ding, isn't it amazing?"

Chi Jingxi looked at the man on the paper and suddenly felt very magical. He raised his eyes and saw that the few sheets of paper beside Yantong were full of big and small... Old Man Ding.

He felt a little pain in his head and became suspicious of certain things. This person is also studying at Songhai Academy? Turned out to be his classmate?

What is the difference between this man and the fool by the city gate who always yells the **** and lays eggs?

Oh, there are still some. That fool can't draw Da Duck and Ding Old Man.

The stuff in this person's head may be different from others. Others pretend to be poetry and essays, laws and morals.

And Wen Yantong...

He wondered, "Is your mind full of the paste used to paste the door links? This makes me feel quite magical."

Wen Yantong took the paper and pen and sat back. No, it's not chanting, why scold someone.

It was as if he had touched the dust of his nose, it was inevitable that he felt a little unhappy when he heard Yantong, and the corners of his mouth rolled down unknowingly, bringing some resentment.

Chi Jingxi took a look and said coldly, "Are you not planning to practice calligraphy today?"

Calligraphy must be practiced. Wen Yantong folded up the messy pages of the painting and put it in his arms, and then started copying the article again.

Thanks to the fact that she had just painted a lot of things, she didn't tremble anymore with the brush at this moment, but was able to write down the words completely. It's just not so good-looking.

Wen Yantong knows that calligraphy is a profound knowledge, and it is impossible to make a fat man in one bite. She looked at the rather spicy-eyed font on the paper, but felt very at ease. But after a little improvement, it was always very inspiring, and she copied half of the article in one go.

She waited until she wrote that her arm was sore, then she put the pen, twisted her shoulders, and yawned. With this movement, she realized that she had been sitting for a long time and her legs were a little numb.

She only crossed one leg and stretched her injured right leg straight. This movement made her feel uncomfortable, so she remembered to walk two steps.

She glanced at Chi Jingxi, saw that he was concentrating on copying, and slowly got up. The movement was very light, and there was no disturbing sound. But at such a close distance, Chi Jingxi could not have noticed, and he was distracted for a moment, which caused him to copy the wrong words.

Chi Jingxi was inexplicably irritable.

Wen Yantong supported the crutches and twisted it a few times. After feeling that the bones and muscles were moving, he sat down slowly.

After spending an hour peacefully with Chi Jingxi in the same room, Wen Yantong felt that he was quite amazing, so he took out a bag of pastries that he had brought before leaving from his arms, intending to reward himself.

This pastry is a bit like a small dumpling cake, sweet, only the size of a dollar coin, round ball shape, smelling of inkstone and cute to eat.

She brought a lot of them, and when she put them on the table, they would roll down. Wen Yantong was quite puzzled. He bent down and put his eyes on the edge of the table, only to realize that the table was not flat, but slightly inclined.

Xiao Yuan Tuan couldn't stabilize on the table. Wen Yantong couldn't hold it with her hands. She looked around the table and found a red plate.

The size of two palms, it is dull red, and there are some white fine lines on the top, with delicate patterns carved. There are still some crumbs on the plate, which seems to be the plate that Li Boyuan used to hold snacks.

Wen Yantong was pleased to come from his heart, reached out his hand to fish the plate in front of him, and felt quite heavy. She was afraid that the cloth picked up along the way would be dirty, so she poured the small round **** directly onto the plate.

The snow-white snow-white round ball rolled on the red plate, but it was quite beautiful, and Wen Yantong stuffed two in his mouth.

I feel that the small dumplings become more delicious in the luxurious plate.

As long as you finish eating before Li Boyuan comes back, you won't find that she has used this plate.

And Chi Jingxi. He shouldn't be someone who likes to complain.

Wen Yantong thought, then quietly raised his eyes to look at him. But he didn't expect this look to hit him directly.

Chi Jingxi didn't know when she stopped writing, and looked at her blankly with weird eyes.

Wen Yantong hesitated for a moment, and tentatively said, "...Do you want to eat Xiaohouye?"

Chi Jingxi tilted her head slightly, her eyebrows curled up in confusion, "Will it be more fragrant to eat something in the inkstone?"

"Inkstone, inkstone?" Wen Yantong was startled. The chewed dumplings in his mouth didn't know whether he should vomit or swallow. He lowered his head and looked at the red plate carefully. "Is this an inkstone? Isn't it a plate?"

Are the inkstones all black? There is red one? ?

Chi Jingxi probably didn't want to talk about it at first, but seeing Yantong's appearance was too stupid and couldn't help saying, "You can think of your sesame-sized brain a little bit, who would put a plate on the desk?"

Why not! She will! Put something in your mouth with your left hand and write with your right hand without delay!

Wen Yantong still swallowed what was in his mouth, but the red inkstone did not dare to eat it anymore, and returned it to Jinbuli, wrapped tightly, and then tucked it back into his arms.

This time I really didn't dare to trim any more monsters, and honestly copied the remaining half of the article. She checked it again and found that the words written this time did not faint and were not smeared into a large piece. Although it was still crooked, it was much better than the previous one.

She blew the ink, and then whispered softly, "Master Xiaohou."

Chi Jingxi's eyebrows moved lightly. Wen Yantong said, "Master Li said I will show you after I finish copying."

Chi Jingxi answered in a low voice of unknown meaning. Wen Yantong thought he was unwilling to read it, and when he was happily preparing to put it down, when he saw that he had finished writing a word on hand, he put the pen down.

Then he stretched out his fingers and motioned to her to hand over the paper.

Wen Yantong was pressed back before she felt happy, and she offered the paper full of words with her hands.

Chi Jingxi took it, and when he saw it for the first time, there was a brief stunned look in his eyes. At the second glance, his face sank, "This is a character written by humans? Isn't your hands changed from chicken feet?"

Wen Yantong retracted both paws subconsciously.

Chi Jingxi laughed sarcastically, with a cold voice, "Just putting the chicken's beak in ink and pecking on the paper is more correct than what you wrote."

Wen Yantong instantly felt that his heart had been hurt by tons, and screamed, "That's not necessarily..."

Chi Jingxi glanced at her, threw the paper on the table, "rewrite."

Wen Yantong hurriedly pulled the paper back and moved the pen to the ink very quickly. When he was about to write, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and asked a little timidly, "Is it right that I only need to write better than a chicken." Even if it's qualified?"

Chi Jingxi paused, and this time, his handsome face was completely shocked.

The author has something to say: Chi Jingxi: I have never seen such a brazen person.

Wen Yantong good luck +1+1+1.

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