After Wearing the Book, I Became the Second Mary Sue

Gu Pan watched Jiang Xun enter the study again, and when he came out again, he had a copybook in his hand.

Gu Pan: "..."

What does it mean?

Jiang Xun coughed, and then returned to his righteous and stern expression: "Words are very important, otherwise you will be deducted from writing."

Gu Pan hesitated, she wanted to say that even if her writing was not as good as Jiang Xun's walking copybook, it wouldn't be enough to deduct points for writing, right?

How ugly would that have to be?

But Jiang Xun looked serious, and Gu Pan swallowed the words again. Forget it, occasionally practice calligraphy... there's nothing wrong with it, it's just to cultivate sentiment.

Gu Pan opened the copybook and began to write on A4 paper.

Gu Pan has always been very serious when he devotes himself to doing something, and he is not perfunctory in every stroke.

This made Jiang Xun, who had been waiting to find fault with her, a little restless.

After Gu Pan wrote more than half of the page, Jiang Xuncai finally reluctantly picked out a problem.

Jiang Xun frowned, "It's okay to practice, but... the speed is too slow. There's definitely not enough time to write the exam like this."

Gu Pan: "..."

Isn't that because she just started practicing! You can't make a fat man in one bite, and calligraphers aren't born good-looking.

Gu Pan felt that today's Jiang Xun was very strange. In the past, even if he was moody, he would never be so unreasonable.

Gu Pan has no choice but to increase the speed.

The speed was improved, but the handwriting began to become more and more scribbled. Jiang Xun looked at it with satisfaction.

"You can't do this." He quietly stood behind Gu Pan, his upper body slightly bent, and from a distance, it seemed like he was holding Gu Pan in his arms.

His voice rang in his ears. For some reason, Gu Pan suddenly felt a little itchy in his ears.

"Even if you don't need a copybook, you still need to know where each stroke should go..." Jiang Xun moved his fingers slightly, and then he worked hard...

"Like this... I'll show you how."

"!!!"

Gu Pan was startled and turned his head stiffly.

The temperature on his right hand was particularly obvious. Jiang Xun looked cold, but the temperature of his palm was extremely high. When it was placed on the back of his hand, it was like a natural hand warmer.

He ignored Gu Pan's stiffness and "demonstrated" with Gu Pan's hand.

A handwriting completely different from her own appeared on the paper. After comparing it, she had to admit that her handwriting was indeed somewhat incapable.

That's why the boss couldn't stand it and wanted her to practice calligraphy, right? Now this situation...

Gu Pan's eyes flickered, reluctantly to comfort himself.

Anyway, in Jiang Xun's eyes, she is a "man", and she is still his student, rounding up to the nearest number. Students are not good enough, and the teacher's hatred is not steel, so she must be anxious.

No, those who were in a hurry started doing it on their own.

Gu Pan, who thought he wanted to understand, relaxed a lot, and stopped fiddling. Still that sentence, what happened to the two big men touching their hands? If the reaction is too large, it may be suspicious.

Peace of mind began to look forward to enjoyment.

She even leaned back so that she could see the position of the boss's pen more clearly.

But from Jiang Xun's point of view...she was trying to seduce.

The two were already close, and now they are directly attached to themselves. If they can bear it, they are not men.

Gu Pan turned his head and looked innocent, "Why don't you move?"

Gu Pan watched as the tip of the pen poked a row of black dots on the paper, holding... ugh, Jiang Xun, who was holding her hand, seemed to have settled down, and there was no further action.

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