Lao Shi strode over: "Who dares to say that to you! You are from Mongolia. Isn't it right that you are not good at Chinese? If they say something about you, you can compete with them in Mongolian! I guess they are not as good as you, you

How well you speak Chinese!"

Lao Shi walked to the desk and looked at the account book written by Yuan Wense, his face turned red.

Is this, this, this still a word?

Fujin probably had never held a writing brush before. Each character he wrote was quite large. If it were smaller, it would be blackened into a ball, making it difficult to distinguish the strokes.

From a distance, it looks like a group of wild dogs running wild on the paper in various postures!

Lao Shi wanted to laugh, but tried his best to endure it: "Whatever you want to learn, I will teach you."

"Just write my name first."

Lao Shi stood up, dipped his chest in ink, and with a swipe of his pen, his name jumped on the paper.

"Oh my God, my calligraphy is so elegant! I, can I just learn from my handwriting!" The original text is "Xingxingyan".

The word "Lao Shi" is much more chic than their principal's. Even she, who is not very knowledgeable, can see what it means to be powerful and what integrity means.

Unfortunately, she was dejected again: "I'm afraid I will never be able to write these good words in my life."

Lao Shi’s eyes lit up and his mouth almost reached his ears!

The Fujin I married is so cute!

In order to have a common language with him, she spent the day in the study learning calligraphy. The most important thing was that what she wanted to read was Lao Shi's post!

As a well-known bad student in the study room, he had been beaten and scolded countless times for his studies since he was a child. This was the first time that someone admired and admired his calligraphy. The look in Chi Guoguo's eyes made him feel embarrassed.

The most important thing is that Fujin said this sincerely. As long as you see Fujin's words that are worse than lying, you will know how sincere her admiration is.

"Okay, isn't it said that where there is a will, there is a way? As long as you are willing, I will teach you step by step every day. Sooner or later, your handwriting will be as elegant as I!"

Lao Shi suppressed his pride, raised the corners of his mouth, spread a piece of paper, sat down, put Yuan Wense on his lap, and taught her how to hold a pen before posting.

Gardi-Abagai Borzigit!

"This is your name! Galdi means Phoenix. You are the phoenix of my family. I will call you that from now on!"

Lao Shi smiled and said while writing three different characters: Mongolian, Manchu and Chinese.

Kangxi's son, even the worst idiot Lao Shi, was proficient in the three languages.

Yuan Wense endured her shyness and studied the post seriously!

She thought, in modern times, a calligrapher of Lao Shi's caliber would definitely not be able to get a class without a few hundred yuan. She would study hard now, and she might be able to return to the school if she has too many skills.

In modern times, you can open a calligraphy school or something, and you can earn a lot of money by teaching students for a month!

Lao Shi was as proud as a drunk old cat, and his smile could not be suppressed like the sound of a purring old cat breathing. He sat in his arms with his little Fujin and taught her to write with her hands.

She could tremble in his arms like an earthquake, her ears pointed to her neck, which kept getting red. He was in a good position, and if you looked down from the collar, there was no spot that was not red.

It's a pity that Fujin's body is too delicate, and he was too rough that night, which scared her. As soon as he talked about going to bed, or felt his majesty, he trembled like a hedgehog. If he continued to tease her, she would

Gotta cry!
Chapter completed!