Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

By the time he finished the third one, the young man in white had already brought pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and also borrowed a table: "For the sake of fairness, we will compete here."

Xiaoxiao suspected that he wanted to take this opportunity to make herself famous, but she didn't care.

The young man in white asked: "Now we can talk, how can we compare?"

Xiaoxiao: "Then just write down a few words silently."

The young man in white couldn't help but laugh out loud. This village girl was acting as a housekeeper and she was still silently speaking. How many words could she know?

Then I heard her say: "Our time is precious, just a few, we will decide quickly. Whoever writes faster and gets more correct will win."

The young man in white stood with his hands behind his back, feeling that he would win easily.

Xiaoxiao looked at his expression and said slowly: "Nai 龘稨隳闼齠, nai (nài) is the 锟 of the tripod; 龘 (dá) is the 龘 of the dragon's walking 龘龘; 鈨 (cuàn) is the 鈨 of the separated 鈨; 齳(huī) is the 鳳 of the liver and the gallbladder; 鼗 (táo) is the 鼗 of the drum; 彠 (huò) is the 齠 of the judgment, write it down."

After saying that, she picked up the brush and started writing with one word per piece of paper.

The people onlookers looked at the words she hung up one after another, wondering whether they were writing or drawing. Why were there so many strokes?

The young man in white had a face the color of pig liver, and the hand holding the pen shook again and again, and he could only write three words.

Xiaoxiao commented sincerely: "It's not easy to be able to write three words." These words are difficult to write and not commonly used. If she hadn't been busy learning to play, she wouldn't know a single word.

But the young man in white only felt that he was being ridiculed. He wanted to regain his position, secretly glanced at the big characters Xiaoxiao hung up and said: "I just wrote a little slowly, it will be over soon."

Xiaoxiao laughed: "Have you forgotten, this young man, what we are competing for is the one who can write quickly and correctly. I have already won the 'fast' aspect, and I am also confident in the 'correct' aspect, so there is no suspense about my victory. Apologize."

The other students who came with them brainstormed and confirmed that Xiaoxiao's words were true. Although her handwriting was really not good-looking, it was such a large page that even if the ink was thicker, it was not difficult to see that the strokes were all fine.

The young man in white gritted his teeth for a long time: "It's not fair. You must have prepared these words in advance and used them specifically to make things difficult for others."

Xiaoxiao sighed: "Can't you afford to lose?"

The young man in white had an ugly face, and with so many eyes staring at him, he had no choice but to clasp his fists and say hastily: "I take back what I just said." But he couldn't swallow this breath, so he asked angrily: "Do you know who I am? ?”

Xiaoxiao took her bamboo basket from the old man's arms, packed her clothes and walked to the crowd. Suddenly she turned around and asked coldly and with dignity: "Then do you know who I am?"

The young man in white was stunned—could it be that she was actually a girl from some family who disguised herself to play? Her appearance and eloquence are indeed unlike those of an ordinary village girl.

Xiaoxiao patted her sleeves, with contemptuous eyes, turned around and walked into the crowd, but in the blink of an eye, she disappeared along with the people watching the excitement, leaving only the young master standing dumbfounded.

Instead, the old man smiled while wiping his mouth.

Good girl, very smart.

This group of people didn't know who she was, and even if she was offended, they were not afraid of retaliation.

It's just that those stupid boys are slow to react, and they don't know when they will understand this meaning.

The crowd in front of the academy gradually dispersed. Lei Shaoming, the young man in white, became a joke instead of becoming famous. When he left, he was full of resentment. The other students did not dare to say anything to him and left one after another.

"Brother Lei, let's make an appointment another day."