Chapter 7 My cursive writing

I can make money with my skills, but...

Shen Zhiyin sighed as she looked at her short stature while holding a milk bottle.

Whoever believes that a baby holding a milk bottle is a fool.

The little person sat on the chair and swung her feet. One hand held the milk bottle, and the other hand picked up the brush with standard movements to write down the things she needed to buy on the paper.

A closer look revealed that they were all the names of Chinese herbal medicines.

After writing, she threw the pen away and took a nap because she was sleepy. She would do the cultivation after she slept well. There was no rush.

It was almost time for Shen Muye to finish school. The driver went to pick someone up, and Shen Zhiyin followed him. She had to borrow money from Shen Muye.

After school in the afternoon, Shen Muye usually plays basketball with a few good friends.

He has forgotten his aunt at home for a few days at school and is not in a hurry to go home. When he went to the court with the ball, he always felt as if he had forgotten something.

"Brother Shen, what's wrong with you? You look absent-minded."

Shen Muye frowned: "I always feel like I forgot something, and I can't remember it for a while."

"If you can't remember it, don't think about it. Let's go or the court will be occupied by others."

A group of energetic young men played basketball and completely forgot about other things.

Shen Zhiyin squatted at the gate of Nancheng High School with a bottle in her arms and waited for a long time. She counted more than fifty ants that passed by in front of her, but she didn't come out yet.

She counted with her fingers and found that she was still in school.

Shen Zhiyin puffed up her cheeks, stood up and walked towards the school.

After explaining the situation to the security guard, she went in, but she didn't know where Shen Muye was.

How about folding a small paper man to look for him?

"Little sister, are you looking for someone?"

Perhaps because she felt lonely standing there as a child, an enthusiastic little girl came over to ask.

Shen Zhiyin nodded and gave up the idea of ​​folding a small paper man.

After all, the small paper man can't be invisible, and it will scare people if they are discovered.

"I'm looking for Shen Muye, do you know where he is?"

"Shen Muye, is that Shen Muye?"

Shen Zhiyin: "???"

How many Shen Muyes are there in your school?

"Ahem... After all, there are many people with the same name now, but I only know one Shen Muye. He should be playing basketball. I'll take you to see him."

Shen Zhiyin thanked sweetly: "Thank you."

The little Shen Zhiyin now has red lips and white teeth, and looks like an exquisite doll on the drawing paper, beautiful and cute.

The rate of turning back was very high along the way.

Facts have proved that even students can't resist the temptation of beautiful and cute babies.

Although school is over, there are still a lot of students on the basketball court.

Most of them are boys. After all, basketball is the favorite sport of these male high school students.

The girls are basically here to see the handsome guys.

Although boys who love playing basketball are not necessarily handsome, some of them are definitely in line with their aesthetic standards, whether in terms of face or height, otherwise they would have left long ago.

"Look at that one, isn't it, the one wearing a red basketball jersey? He's particularly eye-catching."

Not only is he eye-catching, Shen Muye not only wears a red basketball jersey, but also has a head of bold red hair. The key is that his height is also quite outstanding among a group of male high school students playing basketball.

When Shen Zhiyin looked over, she happened to see him dunking with a jump.

There were screams and cheers all around. He

is quite popular.

"Oh, that's him."

Her nephew's move, I don't know how many girls have been moved by it.

After saying goodbye to the enthusiastic girl, Shen Zhiyin walked towards the crowd.

Wherever she passed, people around her suddenly felt as if they were gently pushed away by someone.

The students who were pushed away: “???”

They were confused, what was going on.

Shen Zhiyin got to the front smoothly, her body was still clean, and her hair was not messy at all.

It’s just that her spiritual energy was a bit wasted.

It’s tiring to look for her nephew, let her take a rest by sucking some milk first.

Shen Muye, who was about to block the enemy’s basketball, caught a glimpse of a short figure with his peripheral vision, and he yelled “Fuck me”. He

was distracted for a moment, and the basketball hit him directly in the face.

“Hiss…”

Shen Muye sat on the ground, covering his high nose bridge.

“Fuck, Brother Shen, are you okay?”

Shen Muye frowned, and his nose was sore from the hit.

"Shen Muye."

The soft little voice was particularly eye-catching among a group of slightly rough male voices during the puberty period.

The tall boys looked in the direction of the voice, and a fairy who looked as pretty as a doll ran over with her short legs holding a bottle of milk.

What a pretty baby, oh, this is a bit like their sister in their dreams.

"Shen Muye, does it hurt? You are so stupid."

Shen Zhiyin was angry and took out a Band-Aid from her cross-body bag.

"Take your hand away."

The always rebellious boy subconsciously let go.

Shen Zhiyin came over and slapped the Band-Aid on him.

In just a few seconds, I don't know if it was his illusion, but his nose bridge felt a little cool and it didn't seem to hurt so much.

When my nose was hit, I couldn't help but shed tears. Now my eyes are still red and a bit embarrassing.

"Why are you here?"

Shen Muye said in a low voice.

The boys around him opened their eyes wide and stared at Shen Zhiyin fiercely.

Who is this girl, Brother Shen?

"Fuck, Brother Shen, your daughter is already this big?!"

Of course, this was just a joke. Shen Muye glared at her fiercely and she shrunk her neck to avoid her.

"I came to you to borrow money to buy something." Shen Zhiyin didn't care about their jokes.

They were all a bunch of little brats. Her little belly could support a boat, so she didn't bother with them!

Shen Muye waited until his nose didn't hurt anymore, then turned around and said to the people next to him, "If you still want to fight, I'll leave first."

"Not my brother, who is this? I haven't heard that you have a sister."

Shen Muye picked up the school uniform jacket on the ground and threw it on his shoulders, and casually brushed his sweat-soaked hair, revealing his forehead and superior facial features.

"I didn't say she was my sister."

But who was she to him, Shen Muye was not happy to say.

It's not that he felt embarrassed, he just couldn't call such a young girl "grandma".

In the car, Shen Zhiyin took out a shopping list and chattered about the things she wanted to buy.

"I don't have money yet, lend me some money and buy all the things on it, I'll return it to you when I make money."

The little guy looked at him eagerly, she was embarrassed to ask the younger for money as an elder.

But the things on it were what she needed now.

Shen Muye took it and looked at it: "What's written on it? The handwriting is so ugly."

Shen Zhiyin's face turned red, her handwriting used to be super beautiful, but now she is too young, she hasn't even picked up calligraphy yet.

She snatched the list and said cunningly: "I wrote it in cursive script, if you can't understand it, it's your IQ problem."

It's definitely not her problem.