But at this time, Mo Jin was really strict and he was unmoved.

He even reached out, pulled Wufu's hand, put her hand on the table, and signaled her to hold a pen.

Then, he looked at Wufu seriously, as if it was useless no matter how cute it was. If Wufu was to talk about it, he didn't know where he got a small piece of wood from, just like the ruler of the Master in ancient times, and placed it in front of Wufu.

Wufu was shocked. If he didn't practice hard, would he have to fight?

Wufu looked at Mo Jin and felt a little aggrieved, "Do you really know how to fight?"

Seeing her like this, Mo Jin smiled in her heart, but her face was very serious, and she deliberately said, "Liang Wufu, do you want to practice? If you really want to practice, you must practice seriously. If you don't want to, let's get it now. I also know that not everyone can practice this brush calligraphy. Some people just can't practice well. This is a matter of talent."

Mo Jin's words are despicable against himself, saying that he does not have the talent to write calligraphy?

Wufu doesn’t believe it anymore. She has the talent to write fountain pens, so why hasn’t she written woven pens?

She needs to practice well and then slap the man in the face.

She gritted her teeth, sat upright, and looked at Mo Jin, "I will practice, I will definitely practice well."

Mo Jin knew that this girl has a strong personality. If you say she can't do it, she will definitely be able to do it well.

There was a smile in his eyes, but he tapped the white paper for practicing calligraphy in his hand. "Then follow what I said, posture, and write. I will only say it once. You can understand it yourself slowly. If you can't understand it, you can keep writing a word."

Wufu rolled his eyes and looked at him, humming, thinking: Now I will make you proud for a while, and I will see that you are the one who suffers after practicing.

Fortunately, Wufu really became serious and still had some talent for practicing calligraphy. She just wrote ten words on white paper and passed the test.

However, before I knew it, I have been practicing for more than an hour today.

The five blessings are still not satisfied, but Mo Jin said, "I'll be here today and I'll teach you something else tomorrow. You have to take your time practicing calligraphy. You can't get a fat man in one bite."

Wufu also started to feel sore back and pain, so he nodded.

Then, she lay on the bed and began to pound her waist.

Practicing calligraphy looks easy, but it is actually a cool job. It is also very tiring to maintain a posture for a long time.

Mo Jin helped her pack up her things, sat on the bed, reached out to beat her waist, and asked with a smile, "What did you buy in the county town today? Have you bought something for me?"

Looking at Mo Jin's gentle look at her smile, Wufu remembered the way he was so strict with him just now. She snorted, turned around, and ignored him.

Mo Jin laughed softly, turned to Wufu again, lay down, supported his chin, and stared at her.

Wufu was still angry, so he turned around again.

Mo Jin was too lazy to run around, so he hugged Wufu over, let her face him and look at her with an eyebrow.

Although Wufu was fat, her strength was incomparable to Mo Jin. She glared at Mo Jin, then sat up, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to settle accounts with Mo Jin.

She stretched out her finger, poked Mo Jin's chest, and asked him, "Have we finished practicing?"

"Yes." Mo Jin nodded, glanced at the table, and signaled that he had already collected all the things.
Chapter completed!