Yan Xiaomo felt that it was difficult to write calligraphy, it would be good if she had practiced before, but Yan Xiaomo had zero foundation, and she wrote some traditional characters, and she couldn't understand it herself. Books.com

After a while, Zhuge Liang got up and looked at what Yan Xiaomo copied.

"You wrote this?" Zhuge Liang frowned, what was written on his face, it was black, and the handwriting was unrecognizable.

Yan Xiaomo nodded a little embarrassedly.

"It's really not good-looking." Zhuge Liang didn't care about Yan Xiaomo's face at all, and he was outspoken.

"What can I do? I'm desperate too. It's not that I don't want to write well, but I can't write, who made me not a student in the department. ”

Yan Xiaomo said with a look of grievance, she also wants to write beautifully, and the handwriting is clear.

But no.

"Then why don't you go to the department?" Zhuge Liang looked at Yan Xiaomo, who looked aggrieved, the corners of his mouth did not raise themselves, it seemed easier to hide his identity in the department.

"Isn't this already in the martial arts class?"

Zhuge Liang didn't say Yan Xiaomo anymore, stood behind Yan Xiaomo, held Yan Xiaomo's right hand closely, 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 get distracted." Zhuge Liang looked down at Yan Xiaomo and said softly.

"Yes." Yan Xiaomo felt embarrassed for a moment, but it quickly disappeared, and said secretly, how can I concentrate if you are so close?

Zhuge Liang has a good fragrance, very faint, and he can't smell it if he doesn't smell it carefully.

It's not strange for a man to have a fragrance, this fragrance is the fragrance of rosewood, and the intensity is appropriate.

With Zhuge Liang's help, Yan Xiaomo finally wrote two or three words that could be read.

"You must write this carefully, don't be in a hurry." Zhuge Liang let go of Yan Xiaomo's soft little hand and stood aside to teach Yan Xiaomo.

"Yes, I see." Yan Xiaomo nodded, indicating that she understood.

But at this rate, she'd have to copy late.

The class can't be distracted, Yan Xiaomo is a little tired of Master Wang, if it weren't for Zhuge Liang being in the academy, she really wanted to leave the Royal Academy, and then return to the Hou Ye Mansion to continue to be her little county lord.

It was already dark after Yan Xiaomo finished copying, the light in the room was already turned on, and after yawning, Yan Xiaomo fell asleep on the desk tiredly.

Zhuge Liang came in from outside, but saw that the person who had originally copied was lying on the table, shook his head and smiled, walked towards Yan Xiaomo, and then hugged the person.

"I don't want to copy it." Yan Xiaomo whispered twice and didn't wake up, even if she was sleeping, Yan Xiaomo still copied the boring book in her dreams.

This can be regarded as a day and night.

"Okay, don't copy it." Zhuge Liang carried the person to the bed, covered the quilt for the person on the bed, and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Yan Xiaomo.

Who are you and why are you so different?

Zhuge Liang got up and glanced at what Yan Xiaomo copied on the table, the handwriting in front was crooked, and it was difficult to recognize what the words were, and when he got to the back, the handwriting was barely readable.

"It's kind of an improvement." Zhuge Liang took the things that Yan Xiaomo copied and said thoughtfully.

Then, Zhuge Liang put the book that Yan Xiaomo had copied properly on the shelf.

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