Proud Farm Girl With A Space

Chapter 20

As soon as the boy left just now, Tang Wanli stopped talking with her throat closed, so Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't recognize her voice at first.

Rolling his eyes, Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't plan to waste time on someone like her, and he didn't want to say a word to her, so he picked up his schoolbag and left.

Tang Wanli jumped angrily, "Stop, stop!"

Yun Ting was extremely displeased with Tang Wanli, and his tone was rarely cold, "We saw clearly just now, that girl and your brother Yanfeng are innocent, girl, don't talk nonsense No, so as not to tarnish the name of the students."

Yun Feng also helped to speak, "Miss, don't make nonsense, if you let the master know, you will be very serious."

As soon as these words came out, Tang Wanli immediately settled down, fearing that the two of them would sue her husband, she threatened, "How dare you!"

The two of them were so fed up with Tang Wanli's nonsense, they didn't bother to talk to her anymore.

Seeing that it was getting late and class was about to start, she stomped her feet in annoyance, then ran quickly to the academy, cursing inwardly: "Dogs look down on people."

Yun Ting and Yun Feng looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing bitterly, there are students with good tempers and students with bad tempers in the academy, it's really speechless.

Jiang Xiaoxiao walked through the lotus pond, and met many hurried teenagers and girls along the way, some of them cast curious eyes on her, while others turned a blind eye.

After finding Mr. Mo Xian, under his guidance, he entered a room full of women.

After introducing Jiang Xiaoxiao to everyone, he pointed out a place for her and ordered her to sit there.

There were about forty people in the class, and she was in the first row.

She found that everyone's positions seemed to be arranged by Mr. Mo Xian.

For some reason, there were three or four vacant seats in the first row, but no one sat there. A heroic girl was sitting on Jiang Xiaoxiao's right.

Sword eyebrows, star eyes, red phoenix eyes, red lips.

This was Jiang Xiaoxiao's first impression of her. The sword eyebrows on her face didn't look strange, but instead set off her heroic spirit.

In modern terms, it is both A and Sa.

So lovely.

After she sat down, she heard whispering voices from all around, and some people cast extremely sympathetic eyes on her.

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't know why, so it was not easy to talk casually in class, so he suppressed his curiosity and quickly laid out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Shhhhhhh~"

A whistle came from beside him, and Jiang Xiaoxiao turned to look at the heroic girl with a puzzled face.

"Is your handwriting ugly?"

Hey, how did she know?

Mo Xian, who was sitting behind the big case, couldn't help but patted the table, "Qin Wanrou, Jiang Xiaoxiao! You two, go home and copy the classroom rules ten times, and leave them to me for inspection after class tomorrow!"

Qin Wanrou's face turned bitter, and she fell onto the desk, "Sir, please spare me!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded, what is this all about? Why is she going to copy the classroom rules out of nowhere...and copy it ten times!

She obviously did nothing!

Jiang Xiaoxiao stared angrily, she was completely influenced by that heroic girl——Qin Wanrou!

"Qin Wanrou, twenty times."

Qin Wanrou was startled, she didn't dare to continue howling, and quickly raised her head from the desk.

Jiang Xiaoxiao just stared at her, so he could clearly see the ink stains on her forehead.

It seems that when her head fell on the desk, she wiped the brush on her forehead?

Mo Xian looked at the ink stain on Qin Wanrou's forehead, and the imperceptible smile in his eyes flashed away without attracting anyone's attention.

The anger in Jiang Xiaoxiao's heart immediately dissipated, her shoulders trembled, and she endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing with a "puchi".

Qin Wanrou didn't understand, she made a "what are you laughing at" mouth shape to her, and then made a grimace.

The students in the back didn't know what Jiang Xiaoxiao was laughing at, and their hearts were itchy, but they were afraid of being punished by the teacher for writing the classroom rules, so they had no choice but to suppress their restless hearts.

Mo Xian's face darkened, "Jiang Xiaoxiao, you too, copy it twenty times."

When Qin Wanrou heard the words, her heart immediately felt balanced. As long as someone was with her, even if her wrist was sore from copying, she could bear it.

Jiang Xiaoxiao wanted to cry without tears, fearing that if he continued to speak, he would be punished even more. He kept his mouth tightly shut, and didn't dare to look at him randomly. It would be bad if he was amused by something again.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, Mo Xian distributed a piece of paper to everyone. Jiang Xiaoxiao only knew a few words on the paper.

Fortunately, when Mo Xian was in class, he would read every word and explain the meaning of that word. Jiang Xiaoxiao could keep up without too much effort.

At this time, she missed the modern ballpoint pen very much. If she had a ballpoint pen, she could write pinyin on the words and note the meaning of the words below.

The characters written by the brush are too big, and there is not enough space for her to write.

"Study books is expensive and persevering, and practice books must be attentive. The heart is upright and the pen is upright, and the pen is determined to be in the heart. The pen is not far from the point, and the turning point is expensive. If you want to draw, you should avoid mediocrity. The left side should be vertically exposed, and the right side should be straight and sharp. Needle. Pressing like a golden knife, curling like a rhinoceros horn. Never let up, the layout is ingenious..."

Listening to Mr. Mo Xian's views on brush calligraphy, as well as his experience, Jiang Xiaoxiao had a general understanding.

Mr. Mo Xian's lectures are not rigid, and when he talks about a certain word, he will quote some small examples from life as metaphors.

She listened very carefully.

"There is no shortcut to writing calligraphy. If you want to write beautifully, you must first adjust the posture of holding the brush and master the brushwork and calligraphy.

To achieve the unity of eyes and hands, we must persist in practicing and copying copybooks every day. When you can write the horizontal and vertical strokes, then you will be considered to have entered the door..."

"Okay, let's talk here first, everyone take a break, and continue after half a stick of incense."

After Mr. Mo Xian walked out, Jiang Xiaoxiao suddenly realized that the get out of class was over, and exclaimed: The study time flies so fast.

Qin Wanrou looked at her, "Jiang Xiaoxiao, what were you laughing at just now?"

Five or six of the girls sitting at the back quickly approached, ready to watch; while some took advantage of a short break to practice writing on the desk seriously, turning a deaf ear to the fights around them; A row of students get along.

Those who can sit in the first row are particularly ugly.

Mr. Mo Xian arranged people in the first row, naturally to take special care of them, if he didn't practice his handwriting well, he would always sit in the first row.

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't know this, but she soon found out from Qin Wanrou.

She pointed to her forehead, "There are ink stains."

The girls leaning over to watch the fun pointed at Qin Wanrou's forehead, "Ah, that's true!"

Qin Wanrou raised her hand and flicked it. Because of the sweat on her palm, her palm turned dark, and her heroic face became like a little cat, adding a little cuteness.

Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't hold it back, and burst into laughter again.

Qin Wanrou originally wanted to see how ugly Jiang Xiaoxiao's handwriting was compared to hers, but now she couldn't care less, and immediately ran to the lotus pond to clean it up.

Along the way, I met young girls who went out to admire the lotus after class, and they laughed, but Qin Wanrou didn't care at all.

When Jiang Xiaoxiao heard the laughter coming from outside, she knew she was laughing at Qin Wanrou, which gave her a general understanding of her character.

It seems that she is a straightforward girl who is not afraid of other people's eyes.

It's her name...it seems to go against her personality, doesn't it?

The girls who gathered around were just curious about what made Jiang Xiaoxiao laugh, and after solving their curiosity, they left together, not intending to make friends with her at all.

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't care either, she was very resigned to friends.

If you get along well, stay there, if you don't get along well, you don't get along, friends are expensive and fine but not expensive.

Thinking of Mr. Mo Xian's explanation, she was very excited, and she also wanted to practice her calligraphy quickly, so she brushed the paper and ink, and practiced the simplest horizontal, vertical, vertical, horizontal, and hook strokes.

It's just that when he was writing, his hands were shaking badly, and when she wrote it like a caterpillar, Jiang Xiaoxiao was speechless.

When Qin Wanrou walked in, she saw this scene and couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, I thought my handwriting was ugly, but I didn't expect you to be even worse than me!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao soon learned from her that the reason why Mr. Mo Xian arranged people to sit in the first row was because of the short distance, so that he could take care of them during class.

Secretly slandering: Isn’t this the same as in modern class, if any classmate is mischievous in class, he will be invited to sit next to the lecture hall.

No wonder there was no one in the first row!

"Can I read your handwriting?"

Qin Wanrou nodded happily, and wrote the words that her husband taught in class. Although she was also ugly, compared with Jiang Xiaoxiao's, it was still slightly better.

"By the way, do you know what the classroom rules are?"

As soon as she mentioned the classroom rules, Qin Wanrou raised her eyebrows, "If you hadn't laughed at me just now, I wouldn't have been fined twenty times! That's twenty times!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao was unhappy, "If you want to blame it, you are to blame. If you hadn't whistled at me, I wouldn't have been punished by my husband!"

The two stared at each other with big eyes, then "hum", each turned their faces away from each other, not looking at each other.

After turning his head, Jiang Xiaoxiao regretted it.

What is she doing?

Just like a child!

Although the body is a child, the soul inside is more than twenty years old!

Qin Wanrou rolled her eyes, but she couldn't bear it, she patted her chest and assured her:

"Forget it, Miss Ben is so merciful, I don't care about you anymore. I will go to Babao Ruyi Pavilion for dinner after class later, Miss Ben treats you!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao's face is not very good-looking, the shopkeeper and chef of Babao Ruyi Pavilion are not very good people.

Besides, no matter how delicious the dishes made by Babao Ruyi Pavilion are, they are not as good as the dishes with Lingquan water, so she won't go there.

Instead of going to your own restaurant, why go to a competitor's restaurant? She is not stupid.

She pouted her lips, shook her head and said: "No, go to Babao Ruyi Pavilion, if you want to go, you will go to Qingfeng Xulai!"

Not to be outdone, Qin Wanrou said, "Let's go to Babao Ruyi Pavilion!"

"Go to Qingfeng Xulai, I treat you!"

"Go to the Eight Treasures Ruyi Pavilion!"

"Go to Qingfeng Xulai!"

"go……"

Mr. Mo Xian walked in and said concisely: "Okay, let's continue."

Fortunately, he interrupted the two of them, otherwise this dispute would not know when it would be the end.