Since Xia Sangyu became a member of the Chinese learning committee, he has almost become a frequent visitor to the teacher's office, Xia Sangyu is the youngest in the class, but in fact, Xia Sangyu feels extremely stable and makes it easy for people to get along on an equal footing, and they are all 26 years old, can they not be stable? During this time, Xia Sangyu not only successfully completed the tasks arranged by Tian Rui, but sometimes arranged them in advance according to Tian Rui's needs, so Tian Rui was very satisfied with the study committee member he selected, even to the point of praising everyone he met, so that more than 40 teachers and more than 30 teachers in the school knew Xia Sangyu as a student.

"Xia Sangyu is here, and I help your teacher send homework, why don't I have a study committee member as capable as you?" Xia Sangyu walked to Tian Rui's desk with her homework in her arms. "Hello Mr. Li", nodded and said hello to the ridicule of Mr. Li, the head teacher next door. "You just envy it!" Tian Rui answered jokingly, stretched out her hand and lifted it a few times, saw Xia Sangyu's homework book, and took it out for inspection, and found that Xia Sangyu's homework was not only clean and tidy, but also neatly written. "Do you usually practice calligraphy?" Your handwriting is good." "I usually practice writing for a while after writing homework." "This habit is good, you must stick to it, the words are like the person, and it is very important to write a good hand." "Yes, Mr. Tian." Xia Sangyu replied along with the teacher's words.

Xia Sangyu walked out of the office and thought about Tian Rui's praise, feeling very embarrassed. "In fact, how can there be a good, but compared with the first-grade students, it is relatively neat, Xia Sangyu went to the martial arts school in the first and second grades in the previous life, the foundation was not laid, and there was no special practice writing when he returned to ordinary school, and when he arrived at junior high school, he wrote more sloppy and later learned to advertise, usually printed on the computer, and there were fewer opportunities to write, Xia Sangyu thought that it was time to practice words well, otherwise it was still a primary school student level.

In the afternoon martial arts class, Xia Sangyu was targeted again, although Xia Sangyu understood Ning Bowen's strict requirements for himself, he was also a little helpless, when kicking, he found out that his legs were slightly bent without paying attention, and punished 10 push-ups. For these, it has been staged almost every day this week, as long as Xia Sangyu has irregular movements or has not completed the movements well, 10 push-ups will not be able to run.

Finally got out of school, Xia Sangyu rubbed his arms with his schoolbag and walked to the store, he was fined 40 push-ups a little hard today, and when he arrived at the store, Xia's mother had already set the table and started serving: "I'm back, go wash your hands and eat." After eating with his parents, Xia Sangyu sat in front of a study desk specially purchased by Xia Shuyuan for his daughter's convenience and began to write today's homework, not 5 minutes Xia Sangyu had already finished all the homework, thinking of practicing words, Xia Sangyu opened a blank straw paper and began to practice words stroke by stroke, half an hour, wrote two pieces of Dayuan scratch paper, carefully looked at his font, and found that even if he wrote one stroke at a time, it did not change much, it seems that if he wants to practice the font well, he has to think of other ways. Xia Sangyu packed up her homework, put it on the study desk, saw that it was still early, and walked towards the park with a word to her parents.

After running a few laps along the runway, he stopped, put his hands under his head, and lay on the lawn in the inner circle of the runway. In the evening, the sky was still dark, the orange sun was blurred, and the surrounding sky was orange and red. This is Xia Sangyu's latest pastime, whenever he is tired after exercising, Xia Sangyu will lie on the lawn for a while, no computer or mobile phone, look at the blue sky and white clouds in the morning, look at the stars and moon at night, and feel that his whole person is relaxed after reading it.

Lying down for a while, Xia Sangyu remembered that he had practiced pen calligraphy in junior high school in his last life, but he didn't know if there was one at this time, so let his father take me to find it tomorrow, and Xia Sangyu got up and went home when he had an idea.

As soon as school was out the next day, Xia Sangyu was abnormal, not the last to walk out of the classroom, as soon as the bell rang, he began to pack up his things, the teacher just walked out of the classroom, Xia Sangyu followed and went straight to his own store Qingxiangding.

When I got home, I saw my mother stir-frying, my father was reading the newspaper on the side, Xia Sangyu sent down her schoolbag, "Dad, I want to practice calligraphy, can you accompany me to buy a fountain pen?" ”

"You can practice words, you can, you don't know a few words now, how can you practice?" Xia Shuyuan looked at Xia Sangyu in surprise.

"I can write and recognize at the same time, so that I can practice calligraphy and learn more, killing two birds with one stone."

"Yo, see what my daughter can, and she knows how to kill two birds with one stone, okay, let's go now." When Xia Sangyu heard that Xia's father thought that he was young and illiterate, Xia Sangyu couldn't wait to grow up all of a sudden, he was too young to do anything, it could be said that he was a success or a failure. But when he heard Xia's father's words, he said that he would buy it now, and the purpose was to get Xia Sangyu to sit on the Phoenix brand girder bicycle that Xia Shuyuan bought in the second-hand market two days ago. Along the way, Xia Sangyu intentionally or unintentionally guided Xia's father to go to T City No. 1 Middle School to buy, T City No. 1 Middle School is a key middle school, and T City No. 1 Middle School is divided into junior high school and high school. In the last life, Xia Sangyu was in junior high school here, but in the third year of junior high school, his playthings were demoralized, and he was rejected from high school because of his unsatisfactory results in the high school entrance examination. Xia Sangyu felt that if there was a calligraphy post now, he would definitely be able to find it here.

Approaching the gate of the No. 1 Middle School in the school T City, Xia Sangyu saw several familiar stationery stores, it turned out that these shops are available now, but they don't have the atmosphere of Xia Sangyu's decoration when he went to school in the previous life. Pulled Xia's father into the familiar shop in the previous life, the boss was not the same as a fat man in the previous life, and now this is a polite young man in his thirties, "Hello, what do you want to buy?" "How do you sell this fountain pen?" Facing the warm hospitality of the boss, Xia Shuyuan pointed to a hero pen in the counter and asked for the price. "Your vision is really good, this is the best fountain pen, 10 yuan get a bottle of ink, if you are too expensive, there are cheap ones here." Xia Sangyu tried it with ink, and sure enough, the old brand was easy to use. Seeing that Xia Sangyu likes it, Xia Shuyuan never feels distressed about his daughter's study, and never refuses as long as it helps. "That's it."

Seeing Xia Shuyuan happily paying the bill, Xia Sangyu's main target copybook has not yet been bought, "Boss, do you have a copybook?" "There are calligraphy, but there are no elementary school students!" "If you have it, I'll take a look" Hearing the boss's words, Xia Sangyu was helpless about his age again. In the end, Xia Sangyu chose a copy of Pang Zhonghua's ancient poems, which can practice and review ancient poems. Satisfied, followed Xia's father home. After eating, Xia Sangyu began to practice calligraphy after writing homework, and practiced on straw paper for a while after practicing a page of calligraphy, until Xia Sangyu felt that he could write these few analogies, and rubbed his numb right hand, Xia Sangyu also knew that he was greedy and couldn't chew too much, and decided to practice again tomorrow, and got up to pack his schoolbag.