After Xingyue sent the materials to the finance department, she returned to the president's office and sat next to Zhang Yue to rest. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Zhang Yue, what are you playing?" Xingyue asked Zhang Yue.

At this time, Zhang Yue was holding a puppet-like thing, constantly tinkering with the puppet's limbs and swinging its head. This thing was taken out of the space ring, I don't know what it is, I have nothing to do to study its function.

"I guess it's a stand-in puppet."

Zhang Yue replied casually, he didn't quite understand the purpose of this thing, guessing that it was a stand-in doll used to resist fatal damage, because he had seen someone use similar puppets before.

"Can you show me?" Xingyue asked curiously.

"Give."

Zhang Yue handed the puppet in his hand to Xingyue and asked her to look at this thing too.

Xiao Ningxue saw that Zhang Yue and Xingyue were idle, such a big person, they were still playing puppets.

"Zhang Yue, you have nothing to do to teach Xingyue to write." Xiao Ningxue said.

If you want to adapt to modern society, you must read and write. Xingyue has been locked in the cage of the Green Snake Gate, has not received nine years of compulsory education, and does not know a single character of Dou Da, that is, he is illiterate.

Xiao Ningxue was going to wait for Xingyue to learn to write, and then let Liu Feixu teach her some basic accounting knowledge.

"No problem."

Zhang Yue replied, and looked at Xingyue next to him, "Don't play with puppets, I'll teach you how to write." ”

"Okay."

Xingyue also knew that literacy was the foundation of modern people, and illiteracy had a great impact on daily life, so she returned the puppet to Zhang Yue and learned to write with him.

"Learn your name from me first."

Zhang Yue found a pen and a piece of paper, put them on the coffee table on the surface of Xingyue, and wrote her name neatly with one stroke.

Xingyue sat obediently next to her like a first-grade elementary school student, watching Zhang Yue write, seeing the complex font structure on the paper, and feeling that writing was so difficult to learn.

"You write it, imitate these two words." Zhang Yue handed the pen to Xingyue.

Xingyue took the pen, held it in the palm of her hand, and wrote directly on the paper.

"You're not doing the right way to hold the pen." Zhang Yue reminded.

"How did you just get it? I won't. Xingyue asked with a frown, just now she only paid attention to Zhang Yue's writing, but didn't pay attention to his way of holding the pen.

"Alas, Lao Tzu has become an elementary school teacher."

Zhang Yue sighed, took Xingyue's tender white jade hand, put the pen between her tiger mouth, and let her hold the pen with her middle finger and index finger.

"In the future, I will use this way of holding a pen to write, don't write in the palm of my hand, I will be laughed at."

"Oh."

Xingyue responded, leaned on the coffee table, and imitated the two words written by Zhang Yue. However, her writing is not so much a writing as a painting, and she imitates these two characters as a pattern.

After a while, two crooked Chinese characters were drawn by Xingyue, and she said happily: "Zhang Yue, you see that I have written it." ”

Her two characters are written crookedly, typical of elementary school students.

"Zhang Yue, have you ever been to elementary school? Learn to write is to learn the radical pinyin first, you teach Xingyue to write as soon as you come up, how can she learn it? Liu Feixu said.

To be honest, Zhang Yue really didn't go to elementary school.

"Okay, then I'll teach you strokes first." Zhang Yue said to Xingyue.

He wrote a dot on the paper, followed by horizontal strokes and other Chinese character strokes, and said to Xingyue on the side: "These strokes, copy each one hundred times, this is today's homework." ”

If you want to learn to write, the most important thing is to practice more and write more, Zhang Yue just wants Xingyue to write a few more times to deepen his impression.

Xingyue looked at more than ten kinds of strokes on the paper, if she copied each one hundred times, that would be more than a thousand times, and said in her heart, Zhang Yue was too ruthless to assign her so much homework.

"Zhang Yue, can you have less? How about fifty times each? Xingyue pulled Zhang Yue's arm, looked at him pitifully, and bargained with him.

"No, I'm a strict teacher." Zhang Yue pretended to be serious and said. If you want Xingyue to learn to write quickly, you can only be strict with her.

"A thousand times I'll be exhausted." Xingyue pulled Zhang Yue's arm and was coquettish unrelentingly.

"Otherwise, you copy each one hundred times, and I'll give you back this gold coin." Zhang Yue took out the gold coin that Xingyue had lost in the desert. Xingyue, a money fan, can only tempt her with money, otherwise she will not obediently obey.

"My gold!"

Xingyue looked at the Arab gold coin in Zhang Yue's hand excitedly, her eyes were full of heat, the last time she was caught back by the Green Snake Gate, this gold coin accidentally fell off, which made her heart ache for a long time.

"How about a hundred strokes per stroke and get your gold back?" Zhang Yue asked.

"Okay."

Xingyue smiled sweetly, didn't bargain with Zhang Yue anymore, and obediently went to the coffee table to copy the strokes.

Sure enough, to deal with money fans like Xingyue, money is the last word.

……

For a whole afternoon, Xingyue copied the strokes on the paper over and over again, and copied several large pages of A4 paper before she finished copying the dozen or so strokes.

When it was time to get off work in the afternoon, Xingyue handed over the strokes she copied to Zhang Yue to see.

"Not bad."

Zhang Yue said with a smile, copied to the back, Xingyue's strokes were not as crooked as they were at the beginning.

"Where's my gold? Give it back to me. Xingyue said.

"Here you go."

Zhang Yue returned the gold coin to Xingyue, who held the gold coin in both hands, as if she had found her long-lost relatives, with a smile on her face.

"Zhang Yue, thank you." Xingyue stretched out a pair of jade arms to hug Zhang Yue's waist, leaned her head on Zhang Yue's shoulder, and made up her mind to follow Zhang Yue, a local tyrant.

Xiao Ningxue saw that Zhang Yue was hugged by Xingyue, and she felt a little surprised in her heart, and said in a salty tone: "We should go back." ”

Zhang Yue then remembered that Xiao Ningxue was watching, and hurriedly pushed Xingyue away, making a serious appearance, and estimated that Xiao Ningxue was a little jealous again.

Xingyue knew that Mr. Xiao was the main master, but she just wanted to follow Zhang Yue all the time, and didn't want to take her position.

"Haha, let's go."

Zhang Yue laughed, pulled a beautiful woman in one hand, and walked out of Xiao Ningxue's office.

But what he didn't know was that all this was seen by Liu Feixu, a gossipy old driver, and she was particularly interested in this bloody love triangle.

"There are so many beautiful rivers and mountains, look at how Zhang Yue is tired and breaks his waist." Liu Feixu said with interest.

Zhang Yue walked out of the Yunshang Group with Xiao Ningxue and Xingyue, and there were envious, jealous and hateful eyes along the way, which made him not very embarrassed.

"Zhang Yue, where is your Erha?" Xiao Ningxue asked.

"I don't know where I'm going crazy."

Zhang Yue replied that as soon as he returned to Huajiang City, the guy ran away, and it was estimated that he ran to a barbecue stall and ate barbecue alone. (To be continued.) )