Chapter 116 Teacher Sang is a bit fierce (1 update)

[The clown is actually me! The young lady's handwriting is so good that she can be a teacher! ]

[She can write such beautiful handwriting. She is beautiful and talented. It seems that the program team did not choose the wrong person! ]

[So, why do the 32-line stars think that the young lady can't get married? Is it because she is too good? ]

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People who are truly capable and talented are always admired.

Not to mention that Sang Yian is so beautiful.

That's right, she is a bit fierce!

Yes, ancient teachers would hold a ruler in their hands when teaching, and Sang Yian is no exception.

Others are okay. Although Sang Yian is strict, she will not make excessive demands. However, she will not be soft-hearted when it comes to her own unlucky brother.

Mu Chenan has a psychological trauma from the ruler. When he was young, Sang Yian chased him around the neighborhood with a ruler and beat him.

He remembered that he seemed to have ruined her calligraphy homework.

As a result, he was beaten with his sister's ruler and his mother's feather brush. Now he almost has a stress reaction when he sees a ruler.

Sang Yian taught very hard, but these people were not guests with no basics, so it was actually very easy to teach them.

Then she held a ruler and stared at Mu Chenan.

Mu Chenan's hand holding the brush shook subconsciously, and a splash of ink fell on the white paper, spreading a stain.

Sang Yian glanced at it and swung the ruler in her hand.

Snap! The ruler hit the palm of her right hand. In fact

, the force was very light, but the sound was very loud.

Mu Chenan was so frightened that he shivered, and the ink from the pen tip dripped onto the white paper again, leaving a bigger dot near the dot that had just blurred out.

Then, Sang Yian laughed at him.

"Mu Chenan, what's wrong with you? You can't even write a stroke when I ask you to dip the brush in ink? Did you listen carefully in class just now?"

Mu Chenan put down the brush, looked up at her helplessly, "Respected Teacher Sang, dear Teacher Sang, talented and witty Teacher Sang, can you please stop hanging around me with a ruler? You make me feel very stressed!"

Sang Yian raised her eyebrows slightly, "Is this stressful? You can't bear it?"

"Now I'm alone, what are you going to do in the studio, the filming crew, and the event? There will be more people around you!"

Mu Chenan was helpless, "But no matter how many people there are on those occasions, no one will hang around me with a ruler!"

He almost said, am I afraid of people?

I'm afraid of the ruler that hurts so much!

Sang Yian continued to swing the ruler in her hand, "Don't be lazy, keep practicing! I taught you, you must not embarrass me in the competition later!"

Mu Chenan picked up the pen again, "Have you ever thought about the feelings of the calligraphy interest class teacher when you said this?"

Sang Yian felt a little guilty, but there was nothing to be embarrassed about in front of her own brother. She hit him on the back with the ruler, the force was not strong, and the sound was a little scary.

"Stand up straight! What's wrong with your sitting posture? Look at your current posture, are you worthy of the calligraphy interest class teacher who corrected your sitting posture when you were a child?"

What can Mu Chenan do?

He can only sit up straight to avoid being beaten again.

Sang Yian will not let him go just like that. Since his brother is on the show, he must do his best, otherwise he will be sprayed to death by those trolls on the Internet, right? "

The ruler reached his forearm! Seeing that the long sleeves were almost stained with ink, Sang Yian's brows were about to wrinkle together.

"Mu Chenan! Have you forgotten that you are wearing ancient costumes! You should stroke your sleeves gently when writing! Your clothes will get dirty, how can you continue to record the show later? Ask the program crew to prepare another set for you?"

Mu Chenan seldom wears ancient costumes, so this is negligence.

He obediently took his sleeve with one hand and continued to practice strokes. Although he knew that Sang Yian's reminder was right, the two were used to bickering and subconsciously retorted.

"Sister, you don't know because you have never participated in a variety show recording. The program crew must have sufficient preparations. Just look at my clothes, they must have another one exactly the same as mine, just in case of emergency! "

The staff in charge of costumes shook their heads frantically: No, no, we don't have any.

Sang Yian glanced at him, his eyes fell on the hair crown on his head, "Do you think I will believe it? A program crew that is so careless that they even forget the hair crown, can be so careful to prepare double costumes?"

Mu Chenan: "..."

He was not paying attention, and there was another black spot on the rice paper. Two big and one small ink spots put together, just like a family of three, neat and tidy.

He took a deep breath and showed his usual business smile, "Teacher Sang, the program crew paid you to be a calligraphy teacher, you have to be responsible and treat everyone equally. "

"You can't just open a small stove for me because I'm your brother! Brother Xiao and Sister Xue are your students too! Go and teach them! Don’t let me waste my time on this alone!”

Sang Yian smiled back, “Sorry, the program crew didn’t spend any money! I just came to help out temporarily.”

Mu Chenan: “…”

Please, please send down the gods and take my sister away!

Otherwise, he was worried that he would be mad to death!

Song Xiao was still a brother and offered to help, “Teacher Sang, can you sell me the calligraphy you just wrote?”

The male god fell in love with her calligraphy!!

Sang Yian’s heart was spinning in circles with excitement, but she didn’t show it on her face, “What’s the matter with selling or not selling? I haven’t even finished my apprenticeship yet. If Brother Xiao likes it, I will write a good one after the show to thank Brother Xiao for taking care of Xiaoan. "

This is a pleasant surprise. Song Xiao really likes Sang Yian's calligraphy. His strokes are light and natural, his posture is relaxed, and the unrestrained style between the strokes is something that people like him who work in the entertainment industry yearn for but cannot obtain.

Song Xiao has practiced calligraphy before, and he has taken the time to study it intensively during this period. However, calligraphy is something that needs to be practiced every day and improved every day. It relies on long-term practice and accumulation. A sudden study can only fool laymen.

Apart from other things, you can tell from the strength of Song Xiao's writing that he uses his hand, not his wrist. This is because he has not practiced for a long time and has not formed muscle memory.

Mu Chenan on the side turned around without knowing when, with a face full of resentment, "Teacher Sang, is the ruler in your hand just for show? You were so vigorous when you hit me, why didn't you hit Brother Xiao?"

Sang Yian laughed and waved the ruler in his hand, "I think I didn't hit him lightly just now!"

Mu Chenan's body stepped back subconsciously, but his little mouth kept chattering, "Even if the program team didn't give us money, as a teacher, you have to treat everyone equally. It's too unfair to hit only me!"

Sang Yian's hand holding the ruler was a little itchy, and he wanted to give his unlucky brother a good beating!

"Teacher Sang, is there something wrong with me?"

Song Xiao asked proactively. He saw that the brother and sister were both very good at calligraphy, unlike him, a student who only focused on attacking.