Either Jiang Chuan's keyboard is really too soft, or Jin Ran is really too heavy as a hamster. Of course, he would not admit this. So after silently staring at the face full of screen, the hamster jumped off the external keyboard elegantly and lightly (thinking) and grabbed the pen that Jiang Chuan threw aside.

Start planb, pure handwriting.

Jinran held Jiang Chuan's pen to his chest, and at the same time kicked his claws to remove the loose pen cover hanging on the pen, and used his body to open the folder that had been closed to the script. Fortunately, there were many blank spaces on the first page. Jinran thought about it and hugged the pen that was taller than it, and was busy working hard...

Jinran’s plan is to complete the writing of these five big characters [I am Yuan Jinran] before Jiang Chuan returns home, adjust the angles and stand upright. During this period, the pen fleece has been flying out countless times because its claws are already smooth and smooth. Jinran can’t count how many times it is like a dog rushing towards the frisbee to chase the water pen that frisbee that frisbee out and rolls to the edge of the table. After repeating this "dog chasing frisbee" game several times, it finally mastered the correct way to open the hamster with a water pen-

Lift your buttocks and tighten your anus, inhale and tighten your abdomen.

When the fat milk tea was squinting and writing the first stroke of the word "I" like a loach, it hugged the pen and was silent, feeling a little tired. When he thought of the three words "Yuan Jinran", his brain suddenly became empty-

I feel a little regretful that when my parents gave me this name, why didn't he symbolically resist?

How great is it to call it "Yuan Yiyi".

Of course, if his father doesn't care about his surname from his next neighbor, Lao Wang, it would be even more perfect to call him "Wang Yiyi".

Jingran casually fantasized, and then when he accidentally looked at Xiao Hei's faint gaze on the coffee table, he realized that he was sitting here in a daze with a pen, and quickly glared at Xiao Hei and said, "Look at it." The milk tea hamster clumsyly turned around with the pen as the center, and faced the white paper that had been scratched by him again.

The second stroke of the character "I" is a horizontal line.

Jinran carefully drew a horizontal line at the bottom of the glance - because he could not control the force and direction at all, this horizontal line was a little crooked and almost overlapped with that small stroke. But it doesn't matter, Jinran told himself that the word is ugly as long as you can understand it. After all, who would ask so much for a cute hamster?

The third stroke of the character "I" is a vertical line, which will link the small stroke of the first stroke and the large horizontal line of the second stroke. Yes, that's right. If this continues, even if it is crooked, he can smoothly turn it-

Huh, wait.

Jinran poked his head out from the other side of the pen and found that he had just pointed at the focus and drew it carefully. However, just when he was about to appreciate how crooked his vertical line was, he found that there was nothing on the paper, only a shallow scratch. Jinran sighed silently in his heart. Could it be that he had just been distracted and wrote too lightly? He had to hold the pen appointedly and walk back. This time, confirm the strength, hold the pen tightly, and drag it down-

Or nothing.

What is left on the paper is just a deeper scratch than before.

It was as if after writing the first two strokes, the pen was gone.

There is no ink.

There is no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink...

Jingran: “………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

How could there be such an evil thing in the world!!!!!!

Jinran threw down his pen and walked around the table anxiously, but no longer found a replacement. In the end, he could only give up completely. He jumped off the table unwillingly, climbed back to the coffee table again, hugged the other complete side of the remaining apple on the table and nibbled down. When Jinran "Kazkaz" was gnawing apples, Xiao Hei, who was gnawing apples on the other side, stretched out his head and looked at the milk tea that gnawing apples with anger: "What were you doing just now?"

Ignore it carefully.

"I know what you are doing. You are learning to write in humans, right? Yes, I have seen them do this, using something called a 'pen' to pass on detailed information. A long time ago, my ancestors lived in the castle, and those humans used quill pens. Now it seems they have changed," Xiao Hei said to himself, "I have to admit that humans are really smart creatures. If you can think of inventing this kind of thing, they have their own words - we can't do it, we can only leave a smell, and at most tell your companions who have come here. If you meet a cold or two, you may not even dare to work."

As the other party praised humans in such a long and long manner, he reluctantly raised his eyelids and glanced at Xiao Hei, thinking it was quite interesting to hear a hamster describe humans from an animal's perspective.

Xiao Hei: "But you won't understand their words, don't be foolish."

Jingran: "What?"

Xiao Hei: "You are so stupid."

Be cautious: "..."

Xiao Hei: "You just ran after the pen on the table and I laughed until next year. Do you know, the first time I saw a hamster that looks so much like a dog... It's not entirely right. At least the dog has long limbs. If you have to compare this, you should be a dachshund at most, or you have just given birth to a baby."

Jingran: "The dialogue is over."

As Milk Tea said, she pushed the apple in front of her hard on the other black belly line, and found a corner to cat with great depression - Jinran felt that she could find another way to communicate with the outside world, but now it really needs... to be quiet.

About an hour later, Jiang Chuan came back.

Holding a large bag of food, Jiang Chuan casually put it to the door. He walked over and confirmed that the two hamsters were staying honestly on the coffee table. He packed the messy apples and stuffed them into the hamster cage. Then he bent down to check Jin Ran. When he found a little blue ink mark on the hamster's white belly, he "huh" and grabbed the hamster-

Jinran twisted Jiang Chuan's palm twice, raised his chin slightly and said: Come on, scratch.

Jiang Chuan scratched the hamster with his thumb, and the hamster immediately presented four of them to hold his master's fingers firmly - they kept this position and came to the computer desk. Then Jiang Chuan saw the messy script cover on the desktop at a glance. He was stunned at first, then looked down at the hamster that was holding his fingers like a sloth. He was silent for a moment, and then asked tentatively: "A Fei, did you climb onto the desk just now?"

Jinran was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to deny it.

But soon, he suddenly realized: He denied it!

He can show his human behavior beyond the wisdom of hamsters, and then let Jiang Chuan notice it!!!

Thinking of this, the hamster's eyes lit up and jumped onto the table with unprecedented agility - it fell on the table. It slowly got up and shook its butt. Then, under Jiang Chuan's silent gaze, he picked up the rotten water pen without ink at the critical moment. He raised the pen high and waved it. Jiang Chuan raised his eyebrows and retracted his hand that he wanted to take the pen back.

The hamster put the pen with its end spread flat and fell to the ground, pressing its whole body against the pen, rubbing from here to there, exchanging steps, swiping - rotating, jumping, and then swiping, sliding back, lowering, space steps, jumping...

With the broken water pen, the hamster offered a piece of steel full of fat trembling. From beginning to end, it felt that its owner had been shocked by itself - at least from that completely empty face he could capture this important message... Thinking of what it means to "stop when you see it is good", before Jiang Chuan picked up his cell phone and called the animal mental hospital, it stopped its excited dance steps, and instead took elegant and light steps, and began to slide around on the paper in a very specific way - although there was no trace of it, Jingran still carefully stroked and stroked the word "I" on the paper.

Apart from the two strokes I just wrote, there are still five strokes in total. For humans, some of these words may not even take a second, but for hamsters, this task is very difficult. I will be exhausted and sweated when I finish the strokes of the word "I" in the air one by one.

However, at this moment, it was very excited in its heart - when it thought that it was about to be recognized as a hamster with a human soul, then it was interviewed by the media, studied by scientists, went to magazines, ate imported nuts, married Jiang Chuan, and reached the peak of rat birth... I was a little excited to think about it.

Jinran put down his pen and turned his head to look at Jiang Chuan with anticipation. However, what it did not expect was that the man sitting at the table had either surprised, surprised or even frightened on his face at this time - he just smiled, looking at Jinran with loving eyes as if he was looking at his son - all eyes were good, "Love" appeared in this plot part that was about to reach orgasm. It was obvious that the style of the painting was wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have calculated it carefully, but I miscalculated that it was not the sky before it. For a man in the morning, for a half-toned Chinese half-bucket of water, if you write a word in full in front of him, he may know this word - but this does not mean that if you use a pen to gesture, he can also capture the charm of your gesture...

Holding the pen, the hamster stiffly in place, tilting his head without a neck to look at his master—

Until the man stretched out his hand, poked its fat belly against the pen holder, and said lightly: "A Fei can still play with pens, and she is so smart."

Jingran: “………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Chapter completed!