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

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

Wei Zhiqian: “…”

Who said this little girl is well-behaved?

Not obedient at all!

"No matter what you do, don't give up just because it's difficult. Choosing the easy option is like admitting defeat. It's because my name is difficult. Once you've mastered it, practicing other things will be much easier." Wei Zhiqian stuffed the pen into Tan Mo's hand, "Stop talking nonsense and practice!"

Tan Mo: “…”

I believe in your ghost.

Helpless, Tan Mo had to practice obediently.

Wei Zhiqian looked at it with satisfaction, thinking that when Tan Mo finishes writing, the Tan brothers will find out that the best handwriting Tan Mo has is his name. Won't they be so angry that they stamp their feet?

As Tan Mo practiced, he felt bored and tired, and his wrists and fingers hurt.

She quietly put down her pen, shook her hands, and rubbed her face.

Turning around to see Wei Zhiqian absorbed in his studies, Tan Mo realized that he had not observed Wei Zhiqian particularly carefully and seriously.

Young people’s skin is so good, so fine that you can’t even see the pores.

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

Tan Mo thought, no wonder Qin Murong was so obsessed with Wei Zhiqian.

As the next head of the Wei family, Wei Zhiqian is not only a rare talent, but he is also so handsome and unparalleled.

It is the best proof of the phrase "talented and beautiful".

This young man possesses all these advantages. I wonder what kind of style he will have when he grows up.

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

It was so light that Tan Mo didn't feel any pain at all, but he still cried out "ouch" and rubbed his forehead as if he was hurt.

She secretly used a little force on her fingers, rubbing the place where Wei Zhiqian had just hit her until it turned red.

It wasn't red originally, it was because she rubbed it herself.

"Uncle, why are you hitting me?" Tan Mo's eyes were watery with grievance. She put down her hand, letting Wei Zhiqian see the red on her forehead.

"I didn't use any strength, I just touched it, why is it so red?" Wei Zhiqian frowned, walked around to Tan Mo, and saw that there was indeed a large red spot on Tan Mo's forehead.

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

Wei Zhiqian thought to himself, is a child’s skin so tender?

Tan Mo pouted and said, "Let's see if you dare to hit me again in the future."

It won’t work if you don’t put in any effort!

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

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

Wei Zhiqian stopped her: "Stop touching it."

I was afraid it would hurt her if she touched it.

Seeing Tan Mo's watery eyes, Wei Zhiqian regretted it. He should not have knocked on the door earlier.

Who knew that Tan Mo not only looked like a porcelain doll, but also looked like a porcelain doll, untouchable.

"Come and blow on me." Tan Mo pointed to his red forehead, "Every time I bumped into it, my parents and brothers would take turns blowing on me."

Wei Zhiqian: “…”

He simply couldn't bear to think about this scene.

What kind of pampered life did Tan Mo lead at home?

"Hurry up." Tan Mo urged.

Wei Zhiqian had no choice but to lower his head and blow gently on the red part of her forehead.

"Blow gently." Tan Mo squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

One of the tea arts of the ancestor of green tea is that from now on you must hold me in the palm of your hand and never dare to act rashly again!

Wei Zhiqian: “…”

Wei Zhiqian was tired of blowing, and seeing that her forehead was no longer red, he began to settle the score: "Why were you not practicing calligraphy just now, but daydreaming?"

Tan Mo: “…”

"My wrist is sore." Tan Mo raised his right hand to show Wei Zhiqian, "Look, there's also the place where I hold the pen. It's sore."

Wei Zhiqian looked at the side of the first joint of her middle finger, which was indeed red from being rubbed by the pen, and the skin was even a little wrinkled, as if it was about to be blistered.

"If you write more, this part will become harder and won't wear away," Wei Zhiqian said. "Since I've decided to skip a grade, how can I not be able to withstand this little bit of difficulty?"

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

Wei Zhiqian: “…”

Why is this little girl so spoiled?

Besides, she just practiced calligraphy, how come she ended up with ink on her hands?

Her hands are not big, they are white and tender, and now they look like little flower hands.

This part above and that part above are all covered with ink.

"Let's stop here today. Go wash your hands first." Wei Zhiqian carried Tan Mo to the bathroom in the study and washed the ink off her hands.

On the way to send Tan Mo back to Tan's house, he rubbed the wrist of this spoiled little girl all the way.

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

How on earth does the Tan family pamper Tan Mo? He's so spoiled.

*

Because of the temporary "tolerance" of the Qin Murong sisters, this semester was spent very peacefully except for some noise on the first day of school.

The final exam of this semester is coming. How good are her and Wei Zhiqian’s learning results? Whether they are successful or not depends on this exam.

Although he is very confident, it does not affect Tan Mo's importance to this exam.

Wei Zhiqian did not let her skip too many grades at once.

Just skipped from first grade to third grade.

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

But because she didn't tell anyone about skipping a grade, no one else knew about it except Wei Zhiqian and a few others.

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

It’s just that the other students were doing the first-grade test papers, but she was the only one doing the third-grade test papers.

Tan Mo had already prepared the signature pens, mechanical pencils, erasers, and mechanical pencil leads.

In the first grade, students still used pencils to answer questions, but since she was taking the third grade exam, the Chinese language exam was changed to using a signature pen.

Fortunately, she and Wei Zhiqian practiced penmanship for a semester. Although her handwriting was not very beautiful, it was at least very neat.

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

After all, most children at this time are still writing with pencils, and their handwriting is not very beautiful.

This shows the effect of Wei Zhiqian's insistence on having Tan Mo practice calligraphy with a fountain pen.

Writing with a fountain pen is much more difficult than writing with a ballpoint pen.

After Tan Mo got used to writing with a fountain pen, he felt much more relaxed when he switched to using a signature pen during the exam.

To be on the safe side, Tan Mo came to school early.

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

After a long time, a few classmates came one after another.

At this time, a female classmate named Li Xingyun came in with her schoolbag and said to Tan Mo, "Tan Mo, I just ran into Qin Muye. She asked me to call you, but she won't be coming over."