Just when the two of them were discussing with great interest, a grandma with a stern expression walked in, she glanced at Yuan Wanying dissatisfied, and said directly after saluting Miss Su:

"Miss, you're going to school tomorrow, and Mrs. reminds you not to forget to do your homework."

Miss Su's pretty face collapsed suddenly, she sighed and sighed with a white pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, picked up the brush weakly, and began to write in small letters.

The grandmother looked at it for a while, nodded with satisfaction, and then knocked a few waiters with her eyes, and then left with relief.

As soon as she left, Miss Su immediately threw away the brush in her hand and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Obviously it is a new-style school, but it turns out that you have to write such big characters!" ”

While complaining, she picked up a book from the desk, looked at Yuan Wanying, and asked with interest: "Sister knows whether she knows words or not, it doesn't matter if she doesn't know, I'll read poems to you!" ”

Yuan Wanying blinked and said calmly: "I know." ”

Miss Su immediately opened her eyes, and her voice was an octave higher: "Do you know?" ”

Yuan Wanying nodded honestly: "Yes." ”

Miss Su still didn't believe it, she simply put the poetry collection in her hand in front of Yuan Wanying, "What do you read this word?" ”

Yuan Wanying: "...... I. ”

Miss Su was not convinced, and pointed to another word: "What about this?" ”

Yuan Wanying: "...... Wave. ”

She sighed softly and simply read out the first line of the whole poem: "I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the heart of your waves." ”

Miss Su looked surprised, and then rejoiced: "I like this poem by Mister Shen so much!" ”

She continued to read with joy on her face: "You don't need to be surprised, and you don't need to rejoice, you have disappeared in an instant—"

Yuan Wanying wanted to reach out and cover her face, in the script, she imagined a romantic talent, but appropriated the classic work of the melancholy poet in real history.

The worst thing is that this merry and talented man deceived Miss Su and eloped with him!

How could she tell Miss Su that this poem was not her Mister Shen's work! Her Mister Shen is not a genius as she thinks!

Ah, so desperate.

Only when you wear it into the script you write yourself will you know how deep the pit you have dug is.

Yuan Wanying coughed lightly twice, interrupted Miss Su's immersive reading, pointed to the white paper on the desk with only two lines written, and kindly reminded: "Miss, is it time for you to write?" ”

Then, she watched as the colored cursor on Miss Su's head, the orange part that was already almost full suddenly dropped by half.

Yuan Wanying: "......"

This girl is really realistic.

Q, how to save a scumbag from fire and water?

Of course, a student fell from the sky!

Yuan Wanying asked tentatively, "I...... Write it for you? ”

Suddenly, it seemed that two searchlights suddenly lit up in the dark night, and Miss Su's eyes looked at her with a terrifying look: "Can you write for me?!" ”

Yuan has been practicing calligraphy for ten years, and Wanying modestly said, "You can give it a try." ”

Miss Su immediately took action, personally pulled out a chair for her, re-opened the ink, and turned the light on with her own hands.

Finally, he stood aside with a look of anticipation.

Yuan Wanying coughed, "You change a piece of paper and let me try it first, in case our handwriting is not very similar, you have several words written on it, and you can't write it in vain." ”

With this sentence, Miss Su's favorability jumped up again.

Miss Su took out a blank piece of paper again.

Yuan Wanying observed the few words written by Miss Su, well, the beginning of the word is slightly heavier, and the end of the word is slightly lighter, especially the last apostrophe and pinch, like a fox's tail, it is almost to the sky.

After pondering for a while, she picked up the pen and wrote the first word stroke by stroke in Miss Su's silence.

Miss Su immediately exclaimed in surprise: "It seems! Quick, keep writing! ”

The corners of Yuan Wanying's lips were hooked, and she wrote big characters for ten years, and for her, writing calligraphy is as natural as eating and drinking.

The difficulty now is just to write your own handwriting a little ugly.

After the initial obscurity, Yuan Wanying wrote faster and faster, and later, she was obviously writing Xiaokai, but she wrote at the speed of the book.

Miss Su screamed again and again at the beginning, but later, unconsciously, there was no sound coming out.

When Yuan Wanying finished writing, she looked up and looked, okay, Miss Su, her mouth is wide open, and she can become a parking airport for flying insects.

She couldn't help laughing, picked up the white paper she had just written, gently blew the ink on it, and sent it to Miss Su, and opened her mouth reservedly, "See? ”

Miss Su slowly closed her mouth, took the big letter, saw it from the beginning to the end, and finally cried with joy, and pounced on Yuan Wanying: "Cuicui, you are amazing, you are the angel in Sister Mary's mouth." ”

Yuan Wanying knew that in this era, many schools and hospitals were set up by churches in Western countries, so it was not surprising that there was a nun in the school.

She looked at the progress bar of Miss Su's favorability with satisfaction, like a heated mercury thermometer, swished back again, crossed the orange-red boundary in a blink of an eye, and stubbornly took a step towards the red area.

After being happy for a while, Miss Su's smiling face slowly collapsed again, she carefully put the big characters aside, and said frustratedly: "I don't like to write, but, barely finished-"

"Arithmetic is really annoying!"

As she spoke, she took out a textbook with a blue cover from her schoolbag, and on the textbook, two big characters were written vertically-arithmetic.

Miss Su looked at Yuan Wanying with anticipation, and did not hide her careful thoughts at all.

Yuan Wanying: "......"

Being able to write calligraphy can also be said to be the origin of family learning, after all, her ancestors have also been scholars.

But if you want to say that you can count, it is estimated that no one will believe it except for this stupid Bai Tian in front of you.

Yuan Wanying looked innocent, "Miss, I'm a countryman, how can I have the opportunity to learn any new science——"

Seeing that Miss Su's little face collapsed suddenly, although the favorability on the top of her head had not changed, Yuan Wanying was still a little unbearable.

She thought about it, it seems, the self-taught character is not bad?

Yuan Wanying said tentatively: "That, why don't I learn it?" Perhaps, just learned? ”

Miss Su was like a drowning person grasping the last straw, and without hesitation, she stuffed the textbook in her hand into Yuan Wanying's arms: "Learn!" Hurry up and learn! ”

Yuan Wanying: "......"

Hey, your scumbag nature is completely exposed!