However, how could he be willing to fall behind in front of Ye Qinghe before he started? Hehe sneered, "Float? Or is it a suit? After the competition, I will let you know what it means to serve! Come on! Don't grind! ”

"Since it's floating, let's compare it to something!" She finished and walked out of the room.

When the door was opened, Xiao Chengzhuo's little head crashed in, his center of gravity was not captured, and he plunged into her arms, and then touched his head and grinned, "I really didn't mean to eavesdrop." ”

Ye Qinghe took his hand, sent him into his own room, bent down and nodded his nose, "Now don't worry, right?" Trust me, I can cure him! ”

Xiao Yiting waited for her return with doubts, and a few minutes later, he saw her enter the door with two bowls of water, and he instantly understood what she was going to do, he had also practiced this kind of calligraphy when he was young, and it was not a big deal.

Without saying a word, he took a bowl, rested it on his wrist, and began to write.

Ye Qinghe put aside the paper, put another bowl of water on his wrist, and said, "For four hours, I will accompany you to see who can hold on to the end." ”

Xiao Yiting's hand shook slightly, and the water almost splashed out, what? Four hours on your wrist? He asked himself if he had the ability......

But can she? Her wrist sticks out like a twig, has this power?

The young man was very competitive, and when he saw that she was calm and calm when she wrote, her small body and plain appearance revealed the demeanor of everyone that she usually did not have, and he no longer dared to be careless, and began to write his own words attentively.

Time slipped by bit by bit, Xiao Chengzhuo, who was originally consumed to see how his sister cleaned up Xiao Yiting, couldn't stay up and fell asleep on Ye Qinghe's bed, Xiao Yiting only felt that his wrist was becoming more and more unstable, and his forehead was forced to sweat, he didn't know how long he had been writing, because he didn't even dare to take a look at the clock when he was distracted, lest if he was not careful, the bowl would fall off......

But what about her? Can you still hold on? Why is there no movement at all? He is becoming less and less sure about winning or losing......

Finally unable to suppress his curiosity, he glanced sideways at her, wondering what was going on with her. However, at this moment, what he saw was still her calm and relaxed, as stable as a mountain, and his confidence was suddenly shattered, just because he felt that he was on the verge of not being able to support it, and because of this distraction, this loss of confidence, his sour right arm tilted, the bowl fell, and the water splashed all over the paper, staining his writing.

And she, slowly took off the bowl, and said indifferently, "You lost." Float? Or is it a suit? ”

Yes, he lost, lost to the little girl who was plain in his eyes......

Revisit her words. It is said that the words are like her people, but her words are completely inconsistent with her appearance, the strength through the back of the paper, domineering and steady, free and easy but not sharp, where can you see that this is a sixteen-year-old weak girl writing words?

Willing to gamble and lose. He Xiao Er still has this bit of courage!

Tidying up the table, he picked up his pen again, and began to finish his four-hour punishment without saying a word.

And she, without resting, stood beside him and continued to write with him.

Whether he was angry or unconvinced, he didn't stop her, nor did he ask her why she did it, and in the growing night, there was only the sound of the alarm clock ticking.