"Need not."

"Don't fool me." Sheng Wang said seriously: "I still know this. You may not believe it when I said it. I practiced calligraphy when I was a child, and I was serious-"

He raised two fingers and said, "Two years."

This time Jiang Tian really laughed.

He pressed his wrist against the door frame, turned his head and smiled for a long time, and the Adam's apple vibrated slightly.

"Smile, fart." Sheng Wang had a tense face.

Jiang Tian turned back and looked at him and asked, "Do you want to do it quickly?"

"Nonsense!" Sheng Wang looked at him suspiciously: "Aren't you... you even have the tricks to practice calligraphy?"

"I can't practice much in depth, but at least I can see it." Jiang Tian said.

Sheng Wang suspected that he was attacking himself, but his hands were short. For the sake of copybooks, he endured: "It's fine to read it, but I won't do calligraphy."

Jiang Tian spread his hands and hooked his index finger and said, "Give me a pen."

Sheng Wang pushed him directly into the next room.

The desk here had already been packed, and the chair was empty, but Jiang Tian didn't sit there. He took out a red pen from his schoolbag and bent down to circle some words on the copybook.

"Guo, Liao, Xi, Tan, Crow, Oxygen..." Sheng Wang followed a few times, but couldn't see the rules.

Jiang Tian turned over ten pages, circled less than 30 words in total, and then put down his pen and said, "Just practice these, imitate several times a day, and pay attention to writing when writing, and it will be almost done."

"Really or false?" Sheng Wang was very suspicious. "Is there anything special about these words?"

"I have selected a few typical examples of the structures of all surrounds, half surrounds, up and down, left and right." Jiang Tian said: "Just like you do the questions, if you practice these, the others will be similar."

Sheng Wang glanced around and asked him: "Do you have any blank notebooks? I'll give it a try."

Jiang Tian found a copy for him and also provided a fountain pen.

"You write it, I'll recite the book." He picked up the Chinese language book at the table and sat on the windowsill like many late nights before.

The night insects in the White Horse Alley started to scream again, and were serenely. Sheng Wang was stunned at the table for a while, pulled open the chair and sat down, and wrote them in strokes according to the circled words on the copybook.

Five minutes later, he breathed a sigh of relief, holding the notebook and shaking in front of Jiang Tian’s nose: “If you have finished writing, look, I think it’s a big improvement.”

Jiang Tian glanced at him and his handsome face collapsed on the spot.

He stopped memorizing the book, put the book in front of Sheng Wang again, bent down and supported himself by the table, and said, "Rewrite it."

“…”

Sheng Wang said damn in his heart, feeling that he had returned to kindergarten.

The eldest young master never expected that he would have been able to last until 2:30 because of practicing calligraphy. When the supervisor finally nodded, he was so sleepy that he couldn't even find the door.

He didn't remember how he was so scattered in the end. He only knew that when he opened his eyes the next morning, he saw the ceiling of Jiang Tian's room.

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