Top-notch Master Masquerading As Cannon Fodder Female Companion

"Practice my name first, and then practice yours." Wei Zhiqian said.

"Why don't you practice mine first? Mine is just two words, a little simpler." Tan Mo asked again.

Wei Zhiqian: "..."

Who said this little girl is cute?

Not obedient at all!

"No matter what you do, you can't give up just because it's difficult. Choosing the easy one is like admitting defeat. It's just because my name is difficult. After you practice it, it will be much easier to practice other things." Wei Zhiqian shoved the pen into the Tan Mo hand. "Don't talk nonsense, practice quickly!"

Tan Mo: "..."

I believe in your ghost.

Helpless, Tan Mo had to practice obediently.

Wei Zhiqian looked at it with satisfaction, thinking about turning back and waiting for Tan Mo to write it out. The Tan family brothers found out that the best character that Tan Mo wrote was his name, and they stomped their feet in anger?

Tan Mo was a little bored and a little tired as he practiced, and his wrists and fingers hurt.

She quietly put down the pen, shook her hands, and rubbed her face again.

Turning his head to see Wei Zhiqian being absorbed in his studies, Tan Mo found that he had not observed Wei Zhiqian very carefully.

The skin of young people is really good, and the pores are not visible.

When he lowered his head to read, his eyes drooped slightly, his eyelashes were lightly covered, long and dense.

Tan Mo thought to himself, no wonder Qin Murong was so obsessed with Wei Zhiqian.

As the next head of the Wei family, Wei Zhiqian is a rare and outstanding person. The key is to be so good-looking and unparalleled.

It is the best proof of the word talent and beauty.

Such a young man with all the advantages, I don't know what kind of style he will have when he grows up.

"What are you looking at?" Wei Zhiqian reached out and tapped her forehead.

It was very light, Tan Mo didn't feel any pain at all, but he still made a sound of "Oops" and rubbed his forehead pretending to be beaten in pain.

His fingers quietly used some strength to rub the spot that Wei Zhiqian had just knocked red.

The ones that weren't red were all rubbed by her.

"Uncle, what are you knocking on me for?" Tan Mo's aggrieved eyes were watery, he put down his hands and let Wei Zhiqian see the red on her forehead.

"I didn't use any strength, I just touched it, why is it so red?" Wei Zhiqian frowned, walked around to Tan Mo, and saw that Tan Mo's forehead turned red.

It's like smearing a small piece of plum juice on the snow.

Wei Zhiqian said in his heart, is the skin of a child so tender?

Tan Mo pouted to see if you would dare to knock me in the future.

No effort is needed!

She used this method to let her master carefully touch her petals every day, but she didn't dare to use any strength.

"Is it very red?" Tan Mo raised his hand to touch it.

Stopped by Wei Zhiqian: "Don't touch it."

I'm afraid it will hurt if she touches it.

Seeing Tan Mo's watery eyes, Wei Zhiqian regretted it, and would have stopped knocking if he knew it earlier.

Who would have thought that Tan Mo not only looked like a porcelain doll, but even people looked like porcelain dolls and couldn't be touched.

"Hush me." Tan Mo pointed to his red forehead, "Every time I kowtow, my parents and brothers take turns giving me a hush."

Wei Zhiqian: "..."

He couldn't even think about this picture.

How did Tan Mo live a pampered life at home?

"Hurry up." Tan Mo urged.

Wei Zhiqian had no choice but to lower his head and blow lightly on the place where her forehead was red.

"Blow gently." Tan Mo narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

One of the tea art of the ancestors of green tea, let you hold me in your hand from now on, and never dare to make trouble again!

Wei Zhiqian: "..."

Wei Zhiqian was tired of blowing. Seeing that her forehead was not very red, she began to settle accounts after the autumn: "You just didn't practice calligraphy, why are you in a daze?"

Tan Mo: "..."

"My wrists are sore.

"Tan Mo raised his right hand to show Wei Zhiqian again, "You see there is still a place to hold the pen, it hurts." "

Wei Zhiqian looked at the side of the first knuckle of her middle finger, and it was indeed reddened by the pen, and even the skin was a little wrinkled and meant to be blistered.

"The more you write, the harder it will be, and it won't grind." Wei Zhiqian said, "Since I decided to skip grades, how can I not even stand this little difficulty."

"I can stand it." Tan Mo said immediately, "but my wrist is sore, uncle, rub it."

Wei Zhiqian: "..."

How can this little girl be so squeamish.

Moreover, she practiced calligraphy as soon as she practiced calligraphy, how could she have practiced all the ink on her hands.

Her small hands are not big, white and tender, and now she looks like a flowery hand.

The top part and that part are all ink.

"Let's go here today and wash your hands first." Wei Zhiqian carried Tan Mo to the bathroom in the study again, and washed all the ink on her hands.

On the way back to Tan Mo's home, he rubbed the squeamish little girl's wrist all the way.

On the way back from sending Tan Mo, Wei Zhiqian sighed again.

How did Tan Jia spoil Tan Mo, so squeamish.

*

Because of the temporary "forbearance" of the Qin Murong sisters, this semester was spent very peacefully except for the turbulent day when the school started.

It's the final exam of this semester, what is the result of her and Wei Zhiqian's study, whether it is a mule or a horse, it depends on this time.

Although he is very confident, it does not affect Tan Mo's emphasis on this exam.

Wei Zhiqian didn't let her skip too many grades at a time.

Only jumped from first grade to third grade.

Therefore, the test paper is also in the third grade.

But because she didn't say anything about her skipping grades, no one else knew about it except Wei Zhiqian.

So Tan Mo is still in the current class, taking the exam with his classmates.

It's just that all the other students did the first grade exam papers, and only she did the third grade.

Tan Mo prepared the signature pen, mechanical pencil, eraser, and mechanical pencil lead early.

The first grade still used pencils to answer the questions, but she took the third grade exam, and the Chinese exam was changed to a signature pen.

Fortunately, she and Wei Zhiqian practiced pen calligraphy for a semester. Although the writing is not beautiful, at least it is neat.

Especially for a six-year-old child, it is already very rare.

After all, most children are still writing with pencils at this time, and they don't write very well.

This shows the effect of Wei Zhiqian's insistence on letting Tan Mo practice calligraphy with a pen.

Writing with a pen is much harder than writing with a pen.

After Tan Mo had become accustomed to writing with a pen, he switched to a signature pen during the exam, which immediately became much easier.

In order to be safe, Tan Mote came to school early.

When she arrived, there was no one in the classroom.

After a while, a few students came here sporadically.

At this time, a female classmate named Li Xingyun came in with a schoolbag and said to Tan Mo, "Tan Mo, I just met Qin Muye. She asked me to call you for help, and she won't come."