Seeing this, Liu Yinian showed a smug smile and said: "The content of this writing is based on the hard reading of the cold window, and you can make your own proposition." ”

The focus of calligraphy is on the font, not the content, and the hard reading of the cold window is the usual content, which is naturally difficult for a group of students, but in the warm school, Liu Yinian uses the cold window to read hard as the main purpose, which shows that he is still worried about the heating.

"As for Merton, Master Ben can give you a license, as long as you don't use pencils and quills, Master Ben can turn a blind eye." Liu Yinian got carried away.

Morton nodded, put aside all the quill pens and pencils on the table, picked up the ink and inkstone on the table, and began to sharpen the ink like the other students.

Liu Yinian suddenly showed a smile of victory, he didn't believe that Morton could play any tricks without pencils and quill pens.

However, he didn't wait long for Liu Yinian to be proud. He suddenly noticed that Morton did not pick up the brush next to him, but took out a small finger-thick and three-inch-long piece of steel from his bosom.

Liu Yi secretly said in his heart that it was not good, only to see that Murton opened the steel product in his hand in two, and plunged the pointed end into the inkstone, and actually sucked the ink into the steel.

"Fountain pen!"

Mo Dun secretly said in his heart that he was lucky, fortunately, Mojia Village made the pen and sent it in advance in order to prepare a gift for himself before the graduation of Guozijian, otherwise it would definitely be planted in Liu Yinian's hands today.

Many of the students in Bingshe opened their mouths in surprise when they saw the pen in Merton's hand.

"Steel can make pens! What else could have stumped Merton. ”

Qin Huaiyu and the three of them were even more surprised, if one day Morton did something more outrageous, they would be able to accept it calmly.

Liu Yinian was so remorseful that he even wanted to slap himself in the mouth, if it weren't for his cheap mouth, how could Mo Jiazi have the opportunity to take out this pen.

But there was a vague expectation in his mind that Merton would not be able to write much better with this new pen.

After all, calligraphy is more about calligraphy, not how fancy the pen is.

Merton held the pen, holding the familiar hand, his heart was slightly excited, and every time he made an object that was familiar to future generations, his sense of belonging was a little more.

"Study hard in the cold window." Merton's heart moved when he thought about the title, and Liu Yinian's idea was to use the example of ten years of hard work to take the opportunity to attack Merton's contribution to creating heating.

If Morton writes according to Liu Yinian's ideas, wouldn't it be in Liu Yinian's routine, Morton took the pen in his hand and thought for a while.

Since Liu Yinian still wants the students to return to the cold window to study hard, then he can only do the opposite, and Merton had an idea, and wrote: "I love my teacher, I love the body more, no, it's the truth." ”

The eight-hundred-word article, with Morton in his hand, was sprinkled with a fountain pen, and it was completed in two moments. 、

"Master, it's already written!" Morton showed a confident smile, got up and handed his notebook to Liu Yinian.

The other Guozijian students suddenly sighed in their hearts, and when they looked at the pen in Merton's hand, they suddenly felt hot, it was also eight hundred words, they had just written about two hundred, and Merton had already finished writing.

And just now everyone saw clearly, the steel pen in Merton's hand didn't need to be dipped in ink, only after absorbing ink once at the beginning, writing 800 words, it was simply done in one go.

And they write with a brush, and they need to dip a few words in ink, and this iron pen is much more convenient than their brush.

Seeing Morton holding a thin piece of rice paper and getting up and walking to the desk, a thought suddenly flashed in the hearts of all the students, convenient and fast, once absorbing ink, can write 800 words, and the font is fine, a piece of paper is enough to hold thousands of words, such a writing instrument, is it really Liu Yinian can stop it?

Liu Yinian was uneasy in his heart, and the only thing he could pray for now was that Mo Jiazi was not skilled in using the new pen and could not write very good words, so that he would have a reason to fail the exam.

The fluttering rice paper was placed on the lectern, and Liu Yinian's eyes couldn't help but turn black when he saw the small block in front of him with square words and iron and silver hooks.

It seems that Xiaokai is born to be an abnormal fit with the fountain pen, and the small Kai written by the fountain pen is at least half smaller than that written by an ordinary brush, and all of them are dignified and well-proportioned and neat.

Liu Yinian sat on the chair gloomily, he knew that this time he had let the Mo family escape again.

An hour later, the bell rang for the end of the school year's exam.

Liu Yinian returned to the prison in despair, and a group of doctors from the country immediately surrounded him.

"Dr. Liu, where is Mo Jiazi's masterpiece this time? Don't let me wait to enjoy it! "Doctor Simen and Liu Yinian are the best friends, and when they saw Liu Yinian coming in, they stepped forward with a smile and said.

"That's it, we heard that Mo Jiazi had already handed in the paper in a quarter of an hour, so he must have given up!" Dr. Taixue said with a smile.

The other Guozijian doctors suddenly chuckled, he immediately knew Liu Yinian's plan, and about the idea of the cold window bitterness, the eight-hundred-character long format, and the ban on pencil quills, they saw that they were not less involved, and they all decided that this time Mo Jiazi was completely planted.

Liu Yinian shook his head with a wry smile, reached out from the end of the exam paper, took out a thin piece of paper and put it in front of everyone.

Seeing the extremely neat Xiaokai, Dr. Zhongguo Zijian was dumbfounded.

"Didn't you say that it was forbidden to use quills?" The doctor of the four disciplines was stunned.

Liu Yinian shook his head and said, "Mo Jiazi didn't use a quill pen? ”

"Then this ......" everyone looked at the handwriting that was exactly the same as a quill and wondered.

Liu Yinian suddenly said bitterly: "Mo Jiazi did not use a quill pen, but a pen made of steel. ”

"A pen made of steel!" Dr. Zhongguo Zijian suddenly felt that his brain was not enough, and he couldn't think of how to use steel as a pen to write.

"This pen was dipped in ink only once, and I wrote 800 words without stopping." Liu Yinian was also refreshed today.

"Write 800 words at a time!"

As a reader, the biggest trouble in writing is not the number of strokes, the most troublesome thing is to dip the ink again and again, and the ink will affect the writing effect.

"This is a fountain pen!" Shen Hongcai's voice came from behind everyone.

Everyone hurriedly looked back and saw Shen Hongcai and Kong Yingda standing behind them, each holding a three-inch-long steel object.

Liu Yinian couldn't help but shrink his eyes, isn't this the steel pen that Mo Jiazi just used to write?