"This man is really strange."

Lin Mengya didn't see the coldness that was about to come out in Long Tianyu's eyes.

Looking at Zuo Qiuyu's back, he sighed a little and continued practicing calligraphy.

It's embarrassing to say that although she has received higher education, modern people can understand the word "doctor".

It's written like a dragon and a phoenix, but unfortunately, people in their profession can't mistake a single word.

This caused her to write like a dog crawling.

Now, she promised Chang Tianhua and Zuo Qiuyu that they would memorize the Qingzheng score.

If she dictated it and someone else wrote it, it would be a waste of time.

Anyway, she has nothing to do in the past few days, so she might as well calm down and practice her calligraphy.

It's just that this brush is so soft that it's a thousand times harder to write than the current fountain pens and oil pens.

In one night, she only wrote some simple words such as big and small.

From the beginning it was crooked, but now it still looks like a word. The price is that the wrist will be so sore soon.

Fortunately, the feeling in her right hand has now been restored. She is practicing calligraphy, which can be regarded as rehabilitation.
Chapter completed!