Chapter 117 Is there anyone who teaches students in accordance with their aptitude like you? (Updated 2)

Sang Yian picked up his brush and demonstrated to him, "The tip of the brush is very soft, different from the hard pen we use, and the force is also different. When you write, you can relax the strength of your fingers, and use your wrist to guide when writing."

Song Xiao took the brush she handed over with a serious look on his face and continued to try, "I understand it when I heard it, but it's a little difficult to do it."

Seeing this, Sang Yian subconsciously wanted to hold his hand and guide him to write, so that he could feel it, but she thought of Song Xiao's identity.

She withdrew her hand and looked at the camera seriously, "Yuanxiao, let me make it clear in advance that I am not taking advantage of Brother Xiao. We are teaching normally."

After that, she held Song Xiao's hand holding the pen and guided him to write.

[Ahhhh! This woman can not only have close contact with the male god! She can even touch the male god's hand! ! ! ! 】

【Please, let me be in Teacher Sang's soul for a minute, I also want to touch the male god's hand! 】

【Who is jealous! It's me! Wuwuwu, jealous and hateful! This is simply a classic case of successful star chasing! 】

【So, is it too late to start learning calligraphy now? 】

【Haha, I have already booked a calligraphy course. 】

【I have already ordered pens, ink, paper and inkstone! 】

...

The barrage reaction is very good, this is the effect Jiang Huaijing wanted at the beginning.

However, looking at the figures of the two people in the camera with their hands together and writing seriously, Jiang Huaijing frowned tightly.

"Sang Yian is great! She really knows how to create opportunities for herself! I guess she's going crazy right now."

Lu Zhiyao couldn't help but sigh.

Facing the calm gaze of his uncle, he subconsciously reflected on himself, and suddenly realized that he didn't say anything wrong just now.

However, thinking of his uncle's habit of throwing away work at the slightest disagreement, he still made up for it.

"After the show is over, uncle, you can ask Sang Yian to treat you to a meal. If you hadn't let her be her calligraphy teacher, how could she have such close contact with her idol?"

"You are a great nobleman on her star-chasing journey! Would she be embarrassed if she didn't treat you to a big meal?"

Jiang Huaijing's eyes sank slightly, so he was still the one to connect these two people!

He just felt a little stuffy in his chest, stuffy and uncomfortable.

His eyes were fixed on the two people who were practicing calligraphy seriously. Male god? Song Xiao looked very good, but he was not to the level of a male god, right?

Jiang Huaijing turned his phone over and looked at his appearance in the reflection of the phone case. In terms of handsomeness, was he worse than Song Xiao?

Thinking of his first encounter with Sang Yian, he overturned this assumption. His appearance must be no worse than Song Xiao.

But why didn't Sang Yian pursue him?

Jiang Huaijing pondered subconsciously.

Here, Sang Yian had let go. Song Xiao looked at the bright star path on the rice paper and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, "Thank you, Teacher Sang."

Sang Yian curled his eyebrows, "It should be."

A male god is a male god, handsome and polite, and his smile is really cute!

Today is simply a feast for those who love beauty.

Sang Yian couldn't favor one over the other, so he went to teach Li Xue. She and Song Xiaotong were both assault players, and both had some minor problems.

But the problems were not big, and they could be corrected through daily practice.

It seemed that Li Xue didn't want to be taught by him. Sang Yian was very sensible. He turned around and admired the handsome face of the male god while strictly demanding his younger brother.

Mu Chen'an didn't dare to relax at all, for fear that if she was careless, Sang Yian would use the ruler in his hand to hit her.

But the hands can write, and the mouth can still output.

"Sister, there are also ink spots on Brother Xiao's rice paper. It's time for you to swing the ruler!"

Then her back was patted, "Stand up straight."

Mu Chenan reflexively straightened her back, "I asked you to swing at Brother Xiao, not at me!"

He tried to get Song Xiao to share the firepower, "You can't favor one over the other and treat them differently."

Sang Yian just glanced at him with a faint smile on his face, "This is called teaching students in accordance with their aptitude."

Mu Chenan: "..."

If Confucius knew that you called this teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, the coffin lid would be unable to hold down!

"Why am I always the one who gets beaten! Are you still my real sister?" Mu Chenan asked a soul-searching question.

Sang Yian thought for a while, "Then you can ask mom about this question, she should know more clearly."

Mu Chenan: "..."

Song Xiao: "Ahem!"

He couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud. This brother and sister are too funny.

Then he felt sad, the vibration of his chest moved his arms, and two more ink spots dripped onto the rice paper.

Mu Chenan didn't say anything, just staring at the two ink spots, the meaning was very clear: Aren't these not for punishment?

Sang Yian just handed over another piece of brand new rice paper, his tone was gentle and smiling, completely different from the way he waved the ruler just now.

"It's okay, just be more careful next time, it's easy to be like this if you don't control the ink well."

Song Xiao said he had learned his lesson, changed the new paper, and continued writing.

Maybe Mu Chenan's resentment was too strong, Sang Yian turned around to meet his accusing eyes, and spread his hands, "There is no way, looking at Brother Xiao's face, I can't swing the ruler at all."

She looked sincere, "You have to believe me, my brain really wants to teach him a lesson, but my hand tells me that I can't."

She stretched out her right hand and started to act rashly, "My right hand has its own ideas."

Mu Chenan glanced at Song Xiao, okay, he could understand, after all, Song Xiao was really handsome.

"Then you can't just beat me alone, don't you still have Sister Xue?"

Snap!

Sang Yian's ruler gently slapped his right palm, but scared Mu Chenan so much that he subconsciously straightened his back.

"What's wrong with you, kid? Can you do that to a beautiful big sister who is sweet and soft?"

Mu Chenan was speechless, "So you can do it to your brother?"

Sang Yian: "I can't help it. When I saw you practicing calligraphy and the ruler, I had a conditioned reflex and got used to it."

Mu Chenan: "..."

Can you change this habit of beating people?

After all, I'm not used to being beaten!

Lunch was provided by the program team, and the style was exquisite. While eating, Song Xiao's team found out that the actor hadn't found a calligraphy teacher yet!

It was ridiculous.

But they could understand it after thinking about it. According to the tone of the program team, the calligraphy teacher there should not be very old. If they looked for it according to their inherent thinking, they would naturally not find it. Thinking

of this, Song Xiao and Li Xue were very grateful to Mu Chenan. If it weren't for his inspiration, they would not have thought that the calligraphy teacher was so young.

Although Li Xue didn't want to be in the same camera with Sang Yian, the contrast between the two was too stark, but this did not stop her from admiring Sang Yian's good calligraphy.

After another three hours of study in the afternoon, the calligraphy competition between the two teams officially began.