Yan Xiaomo felt that it was difficult to write calligraphy with calligraphy.
It would have been better if she had practiced it before, but Yan Xiaomo had zero basic skills and she wrote some traditional Chinese characters that she couldn't even understand.
After a while, Zhuge Liang stood up and looked at what Yan Xiaomo had copied.
"This is what you wrote."
Zhuge Liang frowned.
What was written on it was so dark that the handwriting could not be seen at all.
Yan Xiaomo nodded sheepishly.
"The writing is indeed not good-looking."
Zhuge Liang said bluntly without any concern for Yan Xiaomo's face.
"What can I do?
I'm in despair.
It's not that I don't want to write well, but I just can't write.
Why am I not a student in the literature department?"
Yan Xiaomo said with an aggrieved look, she also wanted to write beautifully and clearly.
But it just doesn’t work.
"Then why don't you go to the literature class?"
Zhuge Liang looked at Yan Xiaomo, who looked aggrieved, and raised the corners of his mouth.
It seemed easier to hide his identity in the literature class.
"Isn't this already in the martial arts class?"
Zhuge Liang didn't say anything more to Yan Xiaomo.
He stood behind Yan Xiaomo, held Yan Xiaomo's right hand close to his body, and said, "Write slowly, don't be in a hurry."
Yan Xiaomo was shocked by Zhuge Liang's close-fitting movements, and could feel the warmth of Zhuge Liang's big hand.
"Don't be distracted."
Zhuge Liang looked down at Yan Xiaomo and said softly.
"Yeah."
Yan Xiaomo felt embarrassed for a moment, but it quickly disappeared.
She secretly thought in her heart, how can you let me concentrate when you are so close?
Zhuge Liang has a pleasant fragrance on his body.
It is very light and you can't smell it unless you smell it carefully.
It's not surprising that a man has a scent on his body.
This scent is that of rosewood, with a moderate intensity.
With Zhuge Liang's help, Yan Xiaomo finally wrote two or three readable words.
"You must write this carefully, don't be too anxious."
Zhuge Liang let go of Yan Xiaomo's soft little hand and stood aside to teach Yan Xiaomo.
"Yes, I understand."
Yan Xiaomo nodded, indicating that he understood.
But at this rate, she would have to wait until night.
Yan Xiaomo couldn't be distracted in class.
Yan Xiaomo was a little tired of Mrs.
Wang.
If it weren't for Zhuge Liang being in the academy, she really wanted to leave the Royal Academy and return to the Marquis's Mansion to continue being her little princess.
It was already dark after Yan Xiaomo finished copying, and the lamp had already been turned on in the room.
After yawning, Yan Xiaomo fell asleep on the desk tiredly.
Zhuge Liang came in from the outside and saw the copyist lying on the table.
He shook his head and laughed, walked towards Yan Xiaomo, and then picked him up.
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"I don't want to copy anymore."
Yan Xiaomo murmured twice without waking up.
Even when she was sleeping, Yan Xiaomo still copied the boring book in her dream.
This can be considered as something to think about every day and dream about at night.
"Okay, no more copying."
Zhuge Liang carried the person to the bed, covered the person on the bed with a quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed looking at Yan Xiaomo.
Which girl are you from?
Why are you so different?
Zhuge Liang stood up and took a look at what Yan Xiaomo copied on the table.
The handwriting on the front was crooked and it was difficult to recognize what it was, but on the back, the handwriting was barely legible.
"This can be considered a bit of progress."
Zhuge Liang said thoughtfully while holding the things Yan Xiaomo copied.
Then, Zhuge Liang placed the book copied by Yan Xiaomo safely on the bookshelf. oshow7: