Young Commander’s Supernatural Sweetheart

It was only there that science learned about the preferences of the people who control the weather in the capital star. It turns out that the weather of each planet is based on the preferences of the people who control the weather. Today, I suddenly think of a cloudy day, so I directly turn on the cloudy mode, and I want to think about it tomorrow. When there is wind, turn on the windy mode. Of course, the wind is also limited by the level, and the maximum level is three.

After getting up and washing, she went to school after eating. Mu Qingxin didn't know why, but she was suddenly very happy. It might be because of the good morning message sent by her boyfriend in the morning.

"Drip..."

Suddenly, Mu Qingxin heard the unified voice of Light Brain on the campus. As soon as she heard it, she knew that this morning's competition event was announced. Mu Qingxin slowly turned on the Light Brain. Before she could see the content above, she heard There was a lot of chatter around.

Mu Qing looked at the above content with doubts. After reading it, she was also confused. A calligraphy competition? Mu Qingxin raised her head and looked around. It was indeed the Star of the Interstellar Capital. She almost thought that she had worn it back again. It was a calligraphy competition in Interstellar? Uh...that's really outrageous for an interstellar.

However, it is for this reason that Luo Rui is going to try calligraphy. They are already one game behind, so they have to rely on other competitions to win the competition. The calligraphy competition is indeed a bit opportunistic, because people in Interstellar rarely write by hand these days, but their royal family There is one item that requires practicing calligraphy, and his calligraphy, fortunately, is recognized by everyone.

Haqilin frowned and leaned in front of Zi Jinfu, "Last time you told me, whose handwriting is good? How is the handwriting?"

Zi Jinfu hurriedly took out Mu Qingxin's handwritten manuscript from the space button, "What do you think of this word?"

Haqilin took the paper, and when he saw the words on it, his eyes lit up immediately, "Okay, who wrote this?" Haqilin looked at the graceful and fortitude font above with admiration.

"It was written by Mu Qingxin..." For this word, he almost sacrificed his love... Zi Jinfu said bitterly.

"Mu Qingxin?! Okay, this girl can do anything, not bad! Not bad!" Ha Qilin put his heart back in his stomach at this time, "Hurry up and tell her to come to the competition! Humph, the people of the empire are so happy this time. The abacus is estimated to fail again, hahahahahaha..."

Zi Jinfu lowered his head to inform Mu Qingxin that Mu Qingxin was already on her way. She didn't want to come, but because the students in the xenotransplantation class had seen their own words before, they urged them one by one. When she felt like going to the competition, she had no choice but to hurriedly asked her tutor for leave and came over.

When Mu Qingxin arrived on the first floor of the training room, she saw the message sent by Zi Jinfu's tutor. Mu Qingxin turned off the light brain and went to the head of Ha Qilin and Zi Jinfu's tutor.

Chapter 378 What is a soft pen

"Second brother, Mu Qingxin is here!" Seeing Mu Qingxin, Isa quickly pulled Lalorie.

Luo Rui looked up and saw Mu Qingxin walking in, his eyes lit up, and at the same time he was wondering, what is she doing here? race? Can she write?

If Mu Qingxin knew about Rory's last doubt, he would definitely roll his eyes at him and say something! Can you write? Ha ha!

"Dean, tutor, I'm here." Mu Qingxin walked up to the dean and Zi Jinfu and said.

As soon as Ha Qilin saw Mu Qingxin, he happily pulled her over and said, "Xinxin, I just read your words, help! You can just write according to the previous standard later, you will definitely win. Over to the empire!" He couldn't believe it, the empire could have someone as good as Mu Qing!

Mu Qing nodded heartily, "Okay, no problem. Then, when we will test calligraphy, is it softer or harder? Do you need to prepare some pen and paper or something?"

Mu Qing thought to herself that there seemed to be a set of "Mao" pens and inkstones in the study room in the space. If you want to write "Mao" pens later, you can take out that set and use it, but it's been a long time. After writing "Mao" pen, does she have to practice it first and become familiar with it?

After waiting for a long time, without waiting for an answer, he raised his head to look at the dean and mentor Zi Jinfu, only to see the two of them looking at him in confusion, a little embarrassed, "Cough, that... Xinxin, you just now What are you talking about? I don't understand!" Zi Jinfu asked, ashamed that he would do it, not the dean.

"Uh..., those are just two ways to write." Mu Qingxin could only explain in this way.

"Oh, I get it!" Dean Haqilin walked over to the empire with realization, coughed, and said "color", "I just talked about a calligraphy test for a while, but what is the specific comparison? Is it softer or softer? What about hard writing?" Looking at a group of ignorant imperial people, Ha Qilin's heart was overwhelmed with joy, making you seem so powerful, you don't even know what a soft pen and a hard pen are, are you stupid? Stupid not stupid!

Everyone in the empire looked at Rory. Their words were super invincible. Only Prince Rory and Princess Isa were qualified to practice. The two of them should know what the other party meant, right?

At this time, Luo Rui also stiffened, what kind of soft pen and hard pen? He had never heard of it, but, as a member of the royal family, how could he be troubled by this sudden embarrassment, Luo Rui asked very naturally, "What is a soft pen? What is a hard pen? Sorry, this competition is actually ours. I'm not good at it, just for the sake of fairness, and let the people in the interstellar remember not to rely too much on technology, so I thought of this game..."

"..." Haqilin heard Luo Rui's words, suffocated, looked at Luo Rui with a humble face, and sighed in his heart, this second prince of the empire really can't hide and speak without revealing traces. , can always make people find the "wrong" disease.

"Haha, you're right, we can't discard handwriting at any time, no

You can become that kind of 'illiterate', that is, the kind that you can recognize when you look at it, but when you go to write, you suddenly forget how to write those words. As the old saying goes, 'good memory' is worse than bad writing', of course there are many There are people with good memory, but no matter how good the memory is, there are times when they forget. At this time, the best memory is not as good as handwritten memory..." Mu Qingxin came over, looked at Luo Rui and smiled, "As for what is softness? Pen, what is a hard pen, you can literally know what it means, such as the words we handwrite now.”

Mu Qingxin took out the interstellar pen she used for writing before, "This kind of pen has a hard tip, so the characters written are hard characters, but when the tip is soft, the characters written are Soft pen."

"The nib is soft? Then how can you write?" Isa asked curiously, she was very puzzled. What kind of words can a soft nib write? is that a lie!

Others present also expressed their disbelief. Not only the people in the Empire didn't believe it, but even on the Alliance side, Dean Ha Qilin and the others didn't believe it, but because Mu Qingxin was his own, they didn't ask.

"Of course you can, do you want to watch it?" Mu Qingxin asked after looking around.

Everyone nodded in unison, "Look! Look!"

Mu Qing looked at everyone in her heart, "Want to see it? Of course you can..."

Everyone "showed" expressions of excitement and anticipation. They really wanted to know how the soft nib could write words. It must be very powerful. They couldn't imagine it anyway.

"However, the competition is about to begin. I already know it now. The calligraphy competition will be written in hard pen later. I will show you soft pen when there is a chance!" Mu Qing said slyly, before the crowd had not yet When he reacted, he turned and walked to the chair behind and sat down, took out a pen and paper to practice writing, and waited for a while for the competition.

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