Everyone looked at her, and meeting Lu Cijian's resentful gaze, Jiang Yimian had no choice but to withdraw her foot, awkwardly touching her nose, and casually said, "I'll practice later, I'll practice later."
After saying that, he was about to run away, but Ono stopped him.
The little guy frowned, his face full of disapproval, and said, "Sister, didn't you say that we all need to practice writing our own names? Otherwise, when others ask us, we won't even be able to write our own names."
He felt that his sister was right. Even his great-grandfather was practicing it now, so how could his sister not practice it?
All eyes were on Jiang Yimian. She felt like crying and said casually, "I already know it, I don't need to practice anymore."
Even Zhao Dashu was dissatisfied and quickly said, "Sister Mian, you can't be lazy. You need to check if we can write our own names, so naturally we need to check yours too."
Everyone nodded in unison. Jiang Yimian felt a throbbing sensation between her eyebrows. She sighed and replied, "I really know it."
As he spoke, he picked up a twig and casually wrote his name crookedly on the ground.
The crowd was somewhat surprised and came over to see.
Seeing that Jiang Yimian's handwriting was crooked but indeed the same as Lu Cijian's, he let her go and silently went back to practice his own name.
Jiang Yimian finally breathed a sigh of relief. When she looked up, she met Lu Cijian's ambiguous smile, as if he could see right through her.
She instantly became alert, glanced at the few crooked characters she had written, and then glared at the other person. What are you looking at? It's just that the characters are a little ugly!
She snorted and went into the kitchen, quickly leaving this place of trouble.
Lu Cijian stared at the slender figure and smiled slightly. He seemed to have discovered a secret.
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