Dou Shiliu, feeling utterly hopeless, said with a hint of temper, "I can continue learning ballet, but I know all the etiquette. I just don't want to move. Uncle, this is our home, and I consider this place my home, which is why I'm so relaxed. Please don't put unnecessary pressure on me."
White Group: "I don't believe you!"
She must be so relaxed because she treats Mo Wuwang like her husband.
Mo Wuwang was taken aback by Mu Yingying's sudden outpouring of words, which she didn't usually express. Looking at the faint displeasure on her delicate face, he said with a slight movement of his thin lips, "Uncle, I'm not trying to put pressure on you. In today's society, a girl without a few skills to protect herself is practically helpless."
"I know, I know everything," Dou Shiliu knew almost everything in the small world, and her knowledge far exceeded the understanding of this world.
Mo Wuwang was unusually sullen. His impression of Dou Shiliu was that she was a bad influence, but now she was seriously telling him that she was actually very sensible. It was still hard to believe.
Dou Shiliu looked at the doubt in Mo Wuwang's eyes and felt a little helpless. Mu Yingying's image had already been deeply ingrained in Mo Wuwang's mind.
Mo Wuwang decided to give Mu Yingying another chance, saying, "I hope you won't let me down."
Otherwise, she would have received a harsh lesson.
Dou Shiliu naturally wouldn't disappoint the cannon fodder. Starting tomorrow, she will pay attention to etiquette, which was taught to her by the eunuchs, maids, and nannies when she was a candidate for the imperial concubine.
Dou Shiliu decided to participate in the school's craft competition by drawing a simple sketch and skillfully folding many small animals.
Of course, she won first place!
After receiving the certificate from her teacher, Dou Shiliu put it away in her schoolbag. Although it was practically a piece of waste paper to her, she desperately needed it to show Mo Wuwang how excellent she was.
Dou Shiliu happily put it away. The young delinquent girl walked in. "Boss!"
She's no longer called Sister Mou, but Boss, as requested by Dou Shiliu. For the little delinquent girl, it doesn't matter what she's called.
"Here you go," the young delinquent girl said, pulling out a pile of envelopes and placing them in front of Dou Shiliu; the entire table was covered with them.
Dou Shiliu asked in confusion, "What is this?" He picked one up at random, and there was a heart on the surface. His lips twitched. This thing was definitely a love letter.
Dou Shiliu lost interest in looking at it and disgustedly pushed the things to the ground, saying, "Don't bother collecting this messy stuff."
She only has the cannon fodder to look at now, so she closes her eyes and goes to sleep, with a pile of letters at Dou Shiliu's feet.
The young delinquent squatted down, picked up the love letters, kept one of them, and then looked up and said, "Boss, I'll throw it away for you."
Dou Shiliu crawled and shook his head.
The young delinquent naturally got up and threw the other letters into the filthy trash can, essentially eating garbage.
The only letter the young woman kept was a thin one inside her bag. It was clearly from someone she liked, and she wanted to see what he had to say, so she burst into tears.
The young woman wasn't upset that the person she liked gave Dou Shiliu a love letter. After all, she was so ugly, and Dou Shiliu was so beautiful, so it was normal for her to like him.
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