Chapter 42： Call me

"Practice my name first, and then practice yours." Wei Zhiqian said.

"Why don't you practice mine first? Mine is just two words, simpler." Tan Mo asked again.

Wei Zhiqian: "..."

Who said this little girl is cute?

Not obedient at all!

"No matter what you do, you can't just give up because of difficulties. Choosing simple means surrendering. It's because my name is difficult. When you practice well, then practice other things, it will be much easier." Wei Zhiqian stuffed his pen into Tan Moshou Here, "Don't talk nonsense, practice!"

Tan Mo: "..."

I believe in your ghost.

Helpless, Tan Mo had to practice obediently.

Wei Zhiqian looked at it with satisfaction, and wanted to wait for Tanmo to write it out. The Wei family brothers realized that Tanmo's best character was his name, so he stomped his feet unanimously?

When Tan Mo was practicing, he was a little boring and tired, and his wrists and fingers were aching.

She quietly put down the pen, shook her hand, and rubbed her face again.

Turning his head to look at Wei Zhiqian's fascinating study, Tan Mo found that he had not carefully observed Wei Zhiqian.

The skin of young people is so good, the pores are not visible even if it is thin.

When he lowered his head to read the book, his eyes drooped slightly, his eyelashes were lightly covered, long and dense.

Tan Mo thought, no wonder Qin Murong was so persistent to Wei Zhiqian.

As the next Patriarch of the Wei family, Wei Zhiqian is a rare outstanding person, not to mention, the key is so good-looking and unparalleled.

It's the best proof of the word talent and appearance.

Such a boy who has all the advantages at the same time, I don't know what kind of style he will have when he grows up.

"What are you looking at?" Wei Zhiqian reached out and tapped her forehead.

It was very light, and Tanmo didn't hurt at all, but he still said "Oh," rubbing his forehead pretending to be knocked.

The fingers also quietly used a little bit of strength to rub red the place that Wei Zhiqian had just knocked on.

The ones that weren't red were all rubbed by herself.

"Uncle, why are you knocking on me?" Tan Mo's aggrieved eyes were watery, and he put his hands down, letting Wei Zhiqian see the red on her forehead.

"I didn't use my strength either, so I touched it. Why is it so red?" Wei Zhiqian frowned and walked around Tan Mo, seeing that there was a big red on Tan Mo's forehead.

It's like smudging a small piece of plum juice on the snow.

Wei Zhiqian asked heartily, is the child's skin so tender?

Tan Mo pouted, and see if you dare to knock me in the future.

It's useless!

She used this method to make her master carefully touch her petals every day, but she didn't dare to use any strength.

"Is it very red?" Tan Mo raised his hand to touch it.

Was stopped by Wei Zhiqian: "Don't touch it."

I'm afraid she will hurt if she touches it.

Seeing Tanmo's watery eyes, Wei Zhiqian regretted it, and would have stopped knocking if he knew it.

Unexpectedly, Tanmo not only looks like a porcelain doll, but even people are like porcelain dolls.

"Shoo me." Tan Mo pointed to his red forehead, "every time I knocked, my parents and brothers took turns calling me."

Wei Zhiqian: "..."

He couldn't even think about this picture.

How did Tan Mo spend his spoiled life at home?

"Hurry up." Tan Mo urged.

Wei Zhiqian had to lower her head and blew lightly at the place where her forehead was red.

"Blow gently." Tan Mo narrowed his eyes with enjoyment.

One of the ancestors of green tea tea art, you will have to hold me in your hand from now on, and never dare to make a mistake again!

Wei Zhiqian: "..."

Wei Zhiqian was tired of what she said, her forehead didn't turn red too much, and she started to settle accounts after autumn: "You just didn't practice calligraphy, why were you in a daze?"

Tan Mo: "..."

"My wrists are sore." Tan Mo raised his right hand to show Wei Zhiqian again, "You see there is still a place to hold the pen, it hurts."

Wei Zhiqian looked at the side of the first knuckle of her middle finger. It was indeed red from the pen rubbing, and even the skin was a little wrinkled, which meant that bubbles would be rubbed out.

"If you write too much, it will become a little harder here, so it won't grind." Wei Zhiqian said, "Since I have decided to skip a grade, how can I not be able to withstand this little difficulty."

"I can stand it." Tan Mo said immediately, "but my wrist is sore, uncle, rub it."

Wei Zhiqian: "..."

How could this little girl be so squeamish.

Moreover, she practiced calligraphy as soon as she practiced handwriting, how could she practice all the ink in her hands.

Her small hands are not big, white and tender, and now they look like small flowers.

The one above and that one are all ink.

"Let's get here today, first go and wash your hands." Wei Zhiqian went to the bathroom in the study with Tanmo again, and washed all the ink on her hands.

On the way to send Tanmo back to Tan's home, he rubbed the wrist of this squeamish little girl all the way.

On the way back from Tan Mo, Wei Zhiqian sighed again.

How did Tan Jia spoil Tan Mo, so squeamish.

*

Because of the temporary "forbearance" of the Qin Murong sisters, this semester passed very peacefully except for the noise on the day of school.

It was the final exam of this semester, how did she study with Wei Zhiqian, whether it is a mule or a horse, it depends on this time.

Although he is very confident, it does not affect Tanmo's emphasis on this exam.

Wei Zhiqian didn't let her skip too many levels at once.

Only skipped from the first grade to the third grade.

Therefore, the examination paper is also for the third grade.

But because she didn't tell the public that she was going to skip the grade, no one knew about it except Wei Zhiqian.

So Tan Mo is still in the current class, taking the exam with his classmates.

It's just that the other classmates did all the first grade test papers, and only she did the third grade.

Tan Mo prepared the signature pen, mechanical pencil, eraser, and mechanical pencil lead early.

The first grade still used a pencil to answer the questions, but she took the third grade exam, and the Chinese test was changed to a signature pen.

Fortunately, she practiced the pen calligraphy with Wei Zhiqian for one semester. Although the writing is not very beautiful, at least it is very neat.

Especially for a six-year-old child, it is already very rare.

After all, most children are still writing with pencils at this time, and they don't write very beautifully.

This shows the effect of Wei Zhiqian's insistence on letting Tanmo use a pen to practice calligraphy.

Writing with a pen is much harder than with a signature pen.

After Tan Mo had become accustomed to writing with a pen, he switched to a signature pen during the exam, which immediately made it easier.

In order to be foolproof, Tan Mo Tedi came to school early.

When she arrived, there was no one in the classroom.

After a while, a few classmates came sporadically.

At this time, a female classmate named Li Xingyun in the class came in with a schoolbag and said to Tanmo: "Tanmo, I just met Qin Muye. She asked me to call you for a while, and she won't come." pstyle=\"color:#999;font-size:10px;line-height:18px;\">