Looking at Zhao Beichen, he continued, "Mingming, if it weren't for Professor Zhao, I wouldn't have studied so hard."

[This Professor Zhao is also strange. Obviously, at the beginning, he was the one who insisted on making me study during these few days. Now that I have made great progress in my studies, he took all the credit for all the efforts. Is this his way of retiring after achieving success?]

Zhao Beichen stared at her, and when he heard his guess, the corner of his eye twitched.

Retire after success?

The use of this word is really unique.

Looking at the hand getting closer and closer to his pen, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and when Yan Ruyu was about to touch his pen, he raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.

"Miss Ruyu, just talk, why are you trying to get something else while you're talking?"

Yan Ruyu looked at him holding her hand tightly, raised her eyes to meet his gaze, and turned away guiltily.

"I, I just thought Professor Zhao's pen looked unfamiliar, so I wanted to take it and take a look at it."

[It seems that Professor Zhao didn't have this fountain pen before. Could it be that he bought it recently? This fountain pen is really pretty.]

[It would be nice if I could hold it in my hand and look at it for a while. Of course, it would be even better if it could be mine after I finish looking at it. However, this idea seems a little unlikely. It would be nice if I could touch it myself.]

Zhao Beichen was also a little surprised by this. He didn't expect that she would be so interested in his pen.

She lowered her eyes to look at the pen she was protecting. After a few seconds, Zhao Beichen let go of her wrist and handed his pen to her.

"Miss Ruyu, don't you want to take a look? Go ahead."

Yan Ruyu looked at the pen in front of her, stunned for a few seconds, then took it in her hand and began to examine it carefully.

She gently turned the pen, observing every detail of it.

The body of the fountain pen is a deep blue color, with a tiny diamond inlaid on it that sparkles.

Yan Ruyu couldn't help but sigh, "Professor Zhao, this pen is so beautiful! Professor Zhao, where did you buy it?"

Zhao Beichen thought for a moment and replied with a smile, "I found this by chance in an antique shop a while ago. I was attracted to it at first sight. I think it is different from my previous pens and has a unique temperament."

Yan Ruyu nodded silently, affirming his words in her heart.

[That's right. Moreover, the unique temperament of this fountain pen seems to be very suitable for Professor Zhao. It feels like... Professor Zhao was born for this pen. No, this pen exists for Professor Zhao!]

Yan Ruyu continued to observe the pen carefully. She found that the tip of the pen was very delicate and the ink flowed smoothly.

She couldn't help but ask, "Professor Zhao, how does this pen feel to write?"

"I just noticed that Professor Zhao used this fountain pen. I also felt that the writing with this fountain pen must be very smooth. It almost makes no sound when writing on paper."

Zhao Beichen smiled and nodded.

"It's really good, the nib is very soft and writes very smoothly."

Yan Ruyu's heart moved, and other thoughts suddenly popped up in her mind.

She looked at Zhao Beichen, with a mysterious light in her eyes.

He laughed, "Professor Zhao, can I try writing?"

[I have seen Professor Zhao's pen, and now I want to use it to write. Would it be a bit too much for me to suddenly make this request? Would Professor Zhao think that I am asking for too much?]

Zhao Beichen was slightly stunned, but in order to stop him from continuing to think about it, he quickly nodded in agreement.

"Of course, Miss Ruyu, you can give it a try."

Yan Ruyu held the pen gently in her hand, feeling it.

She closed her eyes and thought back to a fantasy she once had, which was to become a writer.

She once dreamed of using her own words to convey her thoughts and emotions, allowing others to feel her world through words.

Although, this idea was nipped in the bud later on, but today, she can use this pen to pretend that she is a great writer! Yan Ruyu smiled secretly in her heart.

She slowly opened her eyes, placed the pen on the paper, and began to write.

Her fingers moved the pen, gently sliding across the paper. The handwriting was smooth and powerful. It was obvious at a glance that she enjoyed it.

Her thoughts unconsciously followed the flow of the words and she gradually immersed herself in them.

Zhao Beichen observed Yan Ruyu quietly. He was attracted by her concentration and devotion. He couldn't even see anything else out of the corner of his eye.

Zhao Beichen also discovered that her eyes at this moment revealed a unique light that had never been there before. It was a love for creation that glowed faintly in her eyes.

Zhao Beichen suddenly thought, could it be that... she also has a certain love for creation?

If this is true, then what kind of school she will choose after the college entrance examination, I'm afraid... it's impossible to determine now.

Yan Ruyu finished writing a paragraph and stopped what she was doing.

He raised his head and looked at Zhao Beichen, his eyes full of excitement.

"Professor Zhao, this pen is amazing!"

"Professor Zhao, to be honest, when I write with this pen, I actually feel the joy of writing. I even think that I can write a particularly good work!"

"Of course, this doesn't sound like something I can do..."

[I am a little too confident in what I said. I have never written anything. I just used a fountain pen. Although I really think of myself as a great writer, I hope Professor Zhao will not laugh at me...]

Zhao Beichen would not laugh at her at first, but after hearing her true feelings, he knew that if he deliberately teased her, she would definitely think too much.

So... Zhao Beichen simply cooperated and encouraged.

"Miss Ruyu, I can use my pen to let you experience what it means to be a great writer. Although it is unlikely, in my opinion, Miss Ruyu herself has a particularly good literary creation ability."

"As for this fountain pen...it should just happen to be used today, when Miss Ruyu was inspired. And I think the few words Miss Ruyu wrote are quite literary."

After hearing the compliment, Yan Ruyu did not feel proud immediately, but rather felt a little embarrassed.

He lowered his head and smiled, then put away his pen. "I'm not as good as Professor Zhao said. I just wrote something casually. My writing skills are just so-so."

"If I were really good at writing, I would have been a great writer long ago."

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