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()() "Hey! Hua Feiyu, why are you here?" After finally getting through to the end of get out of class, Tong Ying turned her head, frowned at Hua Feiyu, and asked in a low voice.

"Ying'er, do you dislike me?" Hua Feiyu blinked her narrow eyes innocently.

"Yes." Tong Ying nodded happily.

Tong Ying heard the sound of people sucking in their breath suddenly and things falling to the ground.

"I'm afraid you'll be bored alone, so I'll play with you." Hua Feiyu's tone and eyes were very innocent.

"Don't mess with me." Tong Ying warned in a low voice.

Unfortunately, the classroom is so big, and other people barely make any sound except breathing. No matter how low Tong Ying's voice is, others will still hear it.

Then, Tong Ying once again heard the sound of everyone inhaling and the sound of things falling to the ground.

"Okay." Hua Feiyu responded aggrievedly.

Tong Ying seemed to feel that everyone's breathing stopped for a moment, and the classroom was suddenly as quiet as a vacuum.

She seemed to be in the limelight because of someone. Tong Ying was upset.

Tong Ying stopped paying attention to Hua Feiyu, took out her exercise book, and began to practice calligraphy. The next class was a calligraphy class.

Tong Ying's handwriting was crooked, like the handwriting of a three-year-old child, and the way she held the brush was also very awkward. Hua Feiyu frowned as she watched.

From the look on her face, it seemed like she wasn't pretending. Could it be that she really couldn't write? Hua Feiyu secretly cursed.

"Come on, let me teach you." Hua Feiyu finally couldn't stand it anymore. He knelt down and stood up. He reached out and took the pen out of Tong Ying's hand. "This is how you should hold a pen."

Hua Feiyu taught Tong Ying how to hold a pen step by step. When Tong Ying came to her senses, Hua Feiyu was already holding her hand and began to teach her how to write.

"Well, I'll do it myself." Tong Ying struggled.

Although she came from the 21st century, she still felt awkward being held by a man she had only known for a day.

"Why are you doing it by yourself? If you do it by yourself, no one will guide you, you will never learn to write in your life?" Hua Feiyu held Tong Ying's hand forcefully and said in a domineering tone, "Sit tight and study hard."

Tong Ying was stunned for a moment and finally calmed down.

She felt that what Hua Feiyu said was indeed correct.

Fengshang Academy is not a kindergarten, but a college for advanced studies. Everyone who comes in is already full of talents. Of course, no one will teach such a childish question as how to write.

Tong Ying carefully watched Hua Feiyu write with her hand, listened to his explanation, and followed his request seriously.

The words Hua Feiyu wrote with her hand were very beautiful, as regular as the words in a textbook carved out of a mold, but a little more lively than those words.

Slightly, Tong Ying was fascinated.

I was so fascinated that I didn’t even know when the calligraphy teacher came in.

"Kao." As in the previous class, the calligraphy teacher first greeted Hua Feiyu.

"Sir." Hua Feiyu held Tong Ying's hand with one hand, smiled and nodded to the gentleman.

"Let me go, I'll write it myself." Tong Ying struggled and lowered her voice.

Hua Feiyu turned his head, and finally after seeing Tong Ying's serious expression, he slowly let go of his hand and sat upright.

The calligraphy class is very simple. The teacher takes out a famous work and explains its beauty, and then the students copy it.

Although Tong Ying could understand the subtleties of calligraphy, she felt worried if she was asked to copy them.

Hua Feiyu quickly finished his work, turned around and saw the ghostly symbols written by Tong Ying, and almost laughed out loud.

This girl is really a genius!

"Do you want me to help you?" Hua Feiyu asked with a smile.

"No need, I'm not good enough and it's useless for you to help me." Tong Ying said calmly.

Hua Feiyu originally wanted to tell her how to write stroke by stroke, but then he thought that she couldn't even write the most basic regular script, so it was better not to teach her such advanced calligraphy now, so as not to put the cart before the horse and end up writing regular script.
Chapter completed!