Wen Lian's notes were very neat, she not only showed her notes to Ding Yutong.

I also wrote and drew on paper, and I answered the problem in detail.

Xiao Lei, who was left behind, felt bored, and he didn't have any consciousness at all, so he directly grabbed the book on Wen Lian's table and looked at it.

"Yo, I can't see it, the more you write, the better it looks."

Hearing the words, Wen Lian was secretly frightened.

Her real handwriting now doesn't look like it was written by a middle school student.

In order to maintain the personality of the star, it is necessary to write a good hand.

In her previous life, she not only found someone to design a signature, but also put in a lot of hard work to practice calligraphy in her spare time.

The current Wen Lian, the words written, of course, are not comparable to a real high school freshman.

In particular, before her, her handwriting could only be regarded as a rule, and it was not good to look without a unique font.

In fact, Wen Lian has long discovered this, in addition to the fact that her eyes are no longer short-sighted, there are some places on her body that have also improved a lot.

It's easy to be suspicious, and it's okay to say that this writing skill can't improve by leaps and bounds in a day or two.

On weekdays, Wen Lian pays attention to this problem, and when he writes, he deliberately writes very well, like the feeling of practicing calligraphy.

The words written in this way are not distinctive, but they also have the advantage of not being too noticeable.

It's just that today, when I was talking to Ding Yutong, I got carried away and forgot my sense of proportion.

So by accident, she wrote the kind of font she had been practicing for several years.

However, facing Xiao Lei, Wen Lian just said indifferently: "I've been practicing calligraphy recently, and I casually found a calligraphy to imitate." ”

However, at this time, Jiang Yonghao also came over from the back row to join in the fun, and said with a smile: "This is better than Xiao Lei's writing." ”

That's an absolute compliment.

Xiao Lei's handwriting is good-looking, which is recognized in the entire sixth class of high school.

is the strict homeroom teacher, Teacher Zhou, who has publicly performed in the class, and Xiao Lei wrote the words.

didn't want to be judged in public, Wen Lian snatched back the notebook that he temporarily used as scratch paper, and just said fiercely: "This is my thing, I won't show it to you." ”

Jiang Yonghao grinned and asked deliberately, "Don't show it to me, or, don't show it to that guy?" ”

And the guy in his mouth was originally sitting inside against the wall, but suddenly, his body leaned out.

But it was very close to Wen Lian, and there was only a centimeter of distance left between his shoulder and hers.

Wen Lian frowned tightly, and couldn't wait to get a piece of chalk and draw a 38 line on the table.

This guy is not allowed to cross the line.

I'm afraid that if things are too eye-catching, it will not be good for herself.

Xiao Lei suddenly smiled at Wen Lian, and said, "Since your handwriting is so good-looking, write me a love letter again." ”

"What are you nervous about, who's going to write you that?" Wen Lian replied impatiently.

Xiao Lei's heart trembled slightly, as if he had been stabbed by something, and it hurt a little.

"Didn't you write it to me, why can't you write it again?"

"I used to be wrong, but now I've corrected it, so of course I can't write anymore."

Isn't it, corrected?

Then you, do you still like me?

But this sentence, no matter what, Xiao Lei can't ask.

He had a hunch that if he asked again, he might be humiliating himself.

She was looking at him now, very focused, but her eyes were clear and pure.

are clearly telling Xiao Lei that she is real and doesn't like him anymore.