"Really?" Song Shenbai put down the enamel cup in his hand, and glanced up and down with a gloomy gaze, but he didn't see how smart he was.

On the contrary, I saw some kind of arrogant stupidity.

Ning Fugui raised his chin and swore an oath: "If you don't believe it, I'll recite a multiplication formula and pinyin table for you now." ”

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Song Shenbai to respond, and recited by himself.

In the end, he was a person who had lived for more than 30 years, and Ning Fugui still had these two things at his fingertips, fluent throughout the whole process, and he didn't stutter a single one.

"How's my back?" After stopping, Ning Fugui raised his chin confidently, and the hair in his nostrils was clearly visible.

Song Shenbai's slender jade-like fingers lightly tapped on the stone table, bowed his head, and gave a pertinent evaluation: "It's good." ”

He can do this at his age, and he is indeed talented.

However, he was a genius himself, and he could memorize these things backwards when he was two years old, and he would never take him seriously.

Ning Fugui stepped forward excitedly, thinking that he had agreed: "Then you are going to teach me?" ”

There was a sour smell of sweat on his face, Song Shenbai subconsciously distanced himself from him, the corners of his clothes swayed gently in the breeze, and he said indifferently: "Don't teach." ”

He's so conceited, he probably doesn't have the ability to teach him.

"Why?" Ning Fugui clenched his fists unconvinced, and glared angrily at Ning Zhi, who was sitting on the stone bench practicing calligraphy, and was angry: "You can even teach her, why don't you teach me?" ”

Ning Zhi couldn't help but put down the pen, turned his face, and glanced at him faintly.

She is a first-class talented woman in the Great Luck Dynasty, why should she compare with her, is it not good to live?

Seeing that he looked down on the little girl, Song Shenbai's face instantly sank: "Do you think Zhizhi is inferior to you?" ”

"Needless to say!" Ning Fugui snorted, one foot on the stone bench, full of pride.

His soul is in his thirties, and he once graduated from elementary school, can he still compare to a five-year-old little mold?

"If that's the case, you must know the words she knows, right?" Song Shenbai didn't laugh angrily, staring at him coldly, accentuating the tail note.

"Of course!" Ning Fugui responded without even thinking about it, and didn't take Ning Zhi in his eyes at all.

"Okay." Song Shenbai regained his expressionless face and walked towards the stone table: "As long as you recognize these two words that Ning Zhi knows, I will teach you to learn." ”

"No problem!" Ning Fugui hugged his arms, holding a winning roll.

After Song Shenbai sat down, he lifted the brush, dipped it in ink, put the pen on the rice paper, and wrote down two words - covetous.

"Zhizhi, you write the pinyin of the two words." Song Shenbai put down his pen and lowered his head to take care of the little girl.

After she finished writing, his eyes fell on Ning Fugui's proud face: "You don't need to write pinyin, just read it out even if you know it." ”

"Just read it!" Ning Fugui proudly took the rice paper, originally full of confidence, but when he saw the words on the paper, he was directly dumbfounded: "These two words are, yes, are they the mountains and Yu Jian?" ”

He stammered, almost guessing from the side, not expecting that he, a ten-year-old, would come up with such a problem.

Song Shenbai: "......"

Ning Zhi: "......"

Song Shenbai didn't look at him anymore, and turned his gaze to the little girl on the stone bench: "Zhizhi, you come and tell him how to pronounce these two words." ”。

Ning Zhi got up, smiled on her white face, and said softly: "This word is called covetousness." ”