The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

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The papers were corrected very quickly. In fact, the general scores of each subject were already announced as early as Friday night.That's why Director Xing was able to call Wu Jing's mother early.

It was another sunny noon, Yao Bin huddled in the crowd and shouted back, "Brother Han and Brother Jing! You two are really amazing!"

Nature is a cow in two different senses.

Duan Changhan lazily rolled his eyes, lowered his head and took out his earphones.

In the classroom, there are all kinds of people in the world, but the most eye-catching one should be Zhang Caijun.

The reason was that Tangning, who had no eyesight, yelled, "Student committee, you are the second best student in your grade!"

These words made Zhang Caijun half dead, but Tangning was very sincere, and to praise him was also to praise him sincerely.

Therefore, Zhang Caijun finally accepted the fact that he was not as good as Yan Xinguang in the eyes of others. He let out a loud roar and tore up the paper on the table, scaring Tang Ning who was giggling half to death. Her smile froze. On the face, it fades away at a slow speed of 0.1 times.

Yan Xinguang, who undoubtedly won the first place and dropped No.2 by a full [-] points, was very calm. He got a copybook from nowhere, and he was actually practicing calligraphy.

Wu Jing, who has made great progress in the exam this time, also feels honored. He was terrified in front of Yao Bin and the others. After returning to his seat, he kept his composure, waiting for someone to praise him. I didn't hear anything for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back any longer. I turned my head and said, "I've improved so much, why don't you plan to say something?"

Yan Xinguang glanced at him and said, "What do you want me to say?"

"I want you..." He swallowed the rest of the words, but Wu Jing didn't know what to say.

But he was just upset, very upset.I always feel that Teacher Yan owes him a reward, or something to show.

With long and dense eyelashes hanging down, Yan Xinguang wrote a block letter with a little force on his hand.After finishing writing, he stared at the word for a while, then crossed it, and turned to the next page of the copybook.

When I came back from city B, there was an extra copybook in my luggage.It was a weird and special gift from his uncle.

The old commander of the Yan family was born in a military academy back then, but he still had good handwriting. He once wrote a plaque for an art show in the army, and later became a commander. No matter whether it was an approval or a letter, the handwriting was thick and majestic, which was praised by others.

The same is true for Yan Xinguang's father, who has practiced calligraphy since he was a child. Until now, calligraphy is often praised by people.

Yan Xinguang has always been an outlier, which is fully reflected in his handwriting practice since he was a child.The boys in Yan's family all learned calligraphy from the same school, and they were taught calligraphy together when they were young.

The bearded calligraphy teacher walked up and down, looking at this and that, and when he saw Yan Xinguang, he sighed as usual.

Later, he commented to Yan's elders like this: "Practicing calligraphy requires meditation, but Xin Guang's thinking is too fast, and his brushwork is faster, and writing is simply a madman without a teacher."

The elders couldn't laugh or cry, Yan Xinguang, who is excellent in everything, just happened to be this word, no matter how much he practiced, he couldn't break it.Even if I try to write it correctly, if I don't pay attention for a while, it will be crooked again.

And it seems that not only writing, but even painting, anything that has something to do with art seems to be born at odds with him, and he can't do it well.Or rather, he simply didn't bother to take the time to do it.

In fact, Yan Xinguang seems to not care much about anything and easily controls everything. In fact, he has a strong purpose. What he wants to do must be almost paranoid. Bar.

Fortunately, the Yan family doesn't care much about these details, the handwriting is bad, so let him go.Gradually growing up, Yan Xinguang's handwriting has its own style, exuding a wild and uninhibited feeling, which is far from the cold and alienated image he usually creates outside of people.

...Although his handwriting is still difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Back in City B this time, after seeing the elders, Yan Xinguang saw his uncle who had just returned to China. He picked up a new copybook from a certain calligrapher from his desk and looked at it. His uncle was stunned and kept asking questions. , "It's strange, why do you think of reading copybooks?"

Yan Xinguang closed the copybook and raised it, "Is this for me?"

"Hey, Master Liu wrote this specifically for me. You don't know how to write, so why did you ask for it?" The uncle looked at his face, and seemed to be interested in it, waved his hands and said, " Forget it, since you want it, I'll give it to you—”

As for why?

Yan Xinguang remained silent, and his subordinates slowly stroked the big bronzing characters on the copybook.

Nothing.

One reason is to see how long he can write after he really calms down.Practicing calligraphy is a kind of constraint for him. He used to dislike the feeling of being imprisoned, but now, he wants to try.

Another reason, probably because I feel pitiful when I see someone frowning and trying to identify his book every time he takes it away.

Wu Jing tapped on the table with his fingers, but he didn't get a reply for a long time. He was secretly depressed for a long time, silently staring at Yan Xinguang's chiseled profile, and wrote down the account.

But still couldn't bear it, she leaned over to see what Yan Xinguang was writing, and asked curiously: "Are you writing a copybook? Why? Your handwriting is good enough."

Yan Xin's light pen paused, and the black pen almost drew a line. He looked at Wu Jing helplessly, and after a moment, he said, "Truth?"

Wu Jing himself knew that this flattery was very careless, so he said embarrassingly, "Okay."

After a while, the tone became cheerful again: "However, even if your handwriting is not so recognizable, it still has its own characteristics! This sentence is really true!"

Yan Xinguang's mind was not here at first, and he wrote faster and faster, and he became the same after a few strokes.Now that he couldn't write a single sentence, he simply put down the pen, sighed, and reached out to him: "Where's the report card? Show me."

Wu Jing was stunned, but before he could react, Yan Xinguang looked at his face and added: "You did well in the exam, keep working hard."

Wu Jing waited for this sentence for a long time.At that moment, it seemed as if a bubble rose from the bottom of my heart, and happiness was about to overflow.

It's like a child who is greedy for candy. He had no hope at first, but a sweet bite was stuffed into his mouth unexpectedly, that kind of sudden happiness.

Wu Jing thinks that this is probably because there is nothing more gratifying than getting the approval of the little teacher!

In order to avoid getting overjoyed, he hastily turned his face straight, coughed, but still couldn't stop his eyebrows from beaming, "Yeah" and said: "Well! What did I say, I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

Yan Xinguang looked at him very happy, but he couldn't say anything, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, but he pressed it down again, and said lightly: "Yeah."

This is the second time for Wu Jing to come to Dongcheng District Elementary School, so he is familiar with it.

The only ones who came here to pick up the children were either the father or the mother who drove a luxury car. Wu Jing, a middle school student with a schoolbag and school uniform on his back, looked really awkward.

Wu Jing didn't understand why Wu Pei always waited until the end to come out.He stood at the door, looked and looked, but he still didn't see the familiar little loli with twin ponytails.

When the number of people and cars at the school gate became less and less, Wu Jing finally couldn't sit still. He explained his purpose to the guard, and after depositing the student ID card of No. [-] Middle School, he went in to look for it. He remembered that Wu Pei was a third-year student in the fourth grade. The class, followed the signs all the way to find, and soon found Wu Pei's class.

Sure enough, there were still people in the classroom of Class [-], Grade [-]. In such a cold day, the sky was already dark at this time, and there was still light in the classroom from a long distance away. Wu Jing ran over in three steps, and sure enough, he saw his sister. familiar head.

He was about to yell at Wu Peipei, what are you doing, but then he thought about it, he might as well touch it quietly to scare the little girl.

So, Wu Jing silently stood in front of the window, like a strange uncle, observing the elementary school students' classroom.

There are two people left in the classroom, one is Wu Pei, and the other is a little boy.Neither of them left yet, one was lying on the table writing and drawing something, the other, that is, Wu Pei, seemed a little unhappy, glanced at the little boy, and began to pack up silently Schoolbag, ready to go out.

Seeing that Wu Pei was about to leave, the little boy immediately followed her, picked up his schoolbag and followed her, about to hold her hand.Wu Pei was very upset when her hand was touched, she threw it away forcefully, and said loudly, "What are you doing! Don't hold me!!"

That little boy was handsome, but he acted fiercely. He persisted in going to lead her again, and was very aggrieved, "Pei Pei, you are unfair! We agreed to use a little yellow duck spoon for lunch today. Yu also uses couple chopsticks!"

Wu Pei was so angry that she yelled loudly: "How can you eat fish with a spoon, are you a fool!"

And Wu Jing, who was peeking from the side, was dumbfounded, who is this person?Who is Fang Yu? ?

Although he didn't understand the importance of what spoon to use for lunch among elementary school students, it didn't prevent him from widening his shocked eyes.

If he understands correctly, this little boy is jealous of his family Wu Peipei's rivalry!

Damn it, are all primary school students so precocious now!When he was in elementary school, he only knew how to grab food from his tablemate and beat Shi Hongcai.

Before he could finish his shock, the story of the elementary school student's love of the century intensified. The little boy wanted to hug Wu Pei by force, and stretched out his evil hands.

Wu Jing realized now that he didn't care about eating melons anymore. As an older brother, he didn't care about when to go!

Like a tiger going down the mountain, he slammed open the door with a "bang", and with a posture that he thought was very brave and handsome, he rushed up and picked up the little boy like a little chicken, and grinned at the right time in line with the atmosphere. , dare to bully my sister?!"

The two pupils were petrified.