City: My Little Prodigy

Use a footbath as a pen to wash?"

Hearing Shen Lang's words, Wang Xiaobao was instantly stunned.

And Lin Jiayao and Qin Baoer, who were on the side, suddenly laughed out loud.

"Uncle, you are so right!"

"How can you practice calligraphy with such a small pen for washing dishes?"

"I'm going to get the footbath!"

The speed of two people is called one faster.

Wang Xiaobao hasn't reacted yet.

A huge footbath was placed on the desk with a bang.

"Well, this size is not enough."

Shen Lang glanced at it and nodded.

"Xiaobao, it's not too late, you start practicing!"

are you kidding me?

What a fucking fart!

Look at this sink that can fit in your own footbath.

Wang Xiaobao was even more broken down.

f*ck, this is how many times the pen is rinsed before it can be dyed into ink!

This faint, his hands began to twitch.

After swallowing his saliva, Wang Xiaobao said with a sad face.

"Uncle, I..."

"What are you?"

"This is my dear little niece. In order to let you practice calligraphy, I brought it with water."

"Do you know the weight of this basin of water?"

"Does it take much effort for my little niece to move it?"

"Don't tell me, you don't want to use it?"

The small leather whip in Shen Lang's hand swung inadvertently.

In an instant, a gust of wind came to my ears again.

Wang Xiaobao was shocked.

Threat, this is definitely a proper threat!

He gave Shen Lang a terrified look.

He subconsciously covered his butt and said quickly.

"I, I think this basin is very good!"

"Perfect for washing pens!"

"Why don't you thank my little niece?"

Shen Lang raised an eyebrow.

... f*ck's!

Bring such a large basin of water to let him practice his brush.

Thank you...thank you sister!

After giving Shen Lang a sullen look, Wang Xiaobao said.

"Thank you Jiayao, thank you Baoer..."

"I like this pot very much..."

Just after finishing speaking, Shen Lang waved his hand and continued with a bright smile.

"Like it? I'll get you a bigger one tomorrow!"

"what?!"

Wang Xiaobao was stunned for a moment.

Everyone is bad!

"No need for uncle, this, this is enough!"

"No! If you like to practice calligraphy, my uncle will give you a bigger one."

"Don't be polite to me!"

"Okay, hurry up and practice!"

"me···"

Wang Xiaobao looked at Shen Lang with tears in his eyes.

Crashing just wanted to give himself two big slaps.

Let you speak!

special, such a big pot...

I don't know how to brush the pen until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse!

In case tomorrow, Shen Lang, this guy comes up with a basin that is wider than a human being!

Then, how does he live?

Just drowned in the basin!

Wanting to cry without tears, he picked up the brush, and Wang Xiaobao sat at the desk.

Follow the video to write one by one.

He doesn't want to watch videos anymore!

I don't want to watch videos anymore!

Why did he provoke this uncle?

Woohoo...God, please take me away soon!

At this moment, Shen Lang's voice came slowly.

"The charm of this national essence is extraordinary!"

"The skill of writing a word makes the children cry."

"But Xiaobao, you still have to restrain yourself."

"What if tears fall on rice paper?"

"...I, I know..."

Wiping his face with his sleeve, he looked at the thick stubble of rice paper in front of him.

A deep wash of water from the foot basin is on the side.

Wang Xiaobao's mood suddenly became very bleak.

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Practicing calligraphy requires a certain amount of physical strength.

Wang Xiaobao, a ten-year-old child, has already consumed so much energy.

I've already lost my stamina.

Sideways and hooks... Before writing a few words, Wang Xiaobao lost his strength.

The handwriting on the rice paper also became crooked and very ugly.

Seeing this, Shen Lang frowned.

"Little treasure, you are not physically strong."

"If you want to practice calligraphy, you need perseverance and concentration!"

"Well, get out of your chair first."

Hear Shen Lang's extremely gentle tone.

Wang Xiaobao's heart trembled.

The hand holding the brush suddenly twitched.

"...Uncle, what do you want to do?"

"I'm thinking, don't sit on the bench too."

"Take a step and write at the desk."

"You have such poor physical strength at a young age, what will you do when you grow up?"

"Exercise in advance, if it's for your own good, understand?"

Hearing this, Lin Jiayao and Qin Baoer immediately laughed.

"Uncle, you are too amazing!"

"Why didn't I think that these two could be added together?"

"Exercising the body and cultivating the sentiment again, what a great way!"

"..."

Great you sister!

Wang Xiaobao's face turned completely black.

The brush in his hand flickered, and it almost snapped.

"Uncle, I don't want to squat!"

"I... I think it's good to write like this!"

"no!"

Shen Lang's eyes widened, and the small leather whip in his hand also waved.

"Uncle asked you to exercise for your own good."

"Get down quickly, get ready and write."

"Why don't you move?"

"Did you not listen to your uncle again?"

grandma's!

Is this Shen Lang human!

Wang Xiaobao is really about to collapse.

If time can be repeated, then he must obediently shout that uncle!

"...Listen, I listen to my uncle the most..."

Hear the whistling sound of the little whip in the ear.

Wang Xiaobao climbed down from the chair wanting to cry without tears.

Taking a step, he squatted silently in front of the table, and wrote again word by word.

Only this time, it wasn't just his hands that were shaking.

Both calves trembled wildly.

Like a break dance, the whole person swayed.

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After squatting for less than ten minutes, Wang Xiaobao couldn't take it anymore.

The whole person was sweating like rain, like cooked shrimp.

After working hard for a long time, the calligraphy written is like a ghost painting.

"Although it's not very well written, but you have worked hard."

Taking a look, Shen Lang said.

"Let's do it today, you go to the bedroom to rest."

"···Really?"

Wang Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, and showed a happy smile of the rest of his life.

"Then... Uncle, I, I'll go first?"

"Well, let's go, remember to pack up all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone you've played with!"

"well···"

After tidying up quickly, Wang Xiaobao quickly ran out of the room.

Grandma's, it's finally over!

When his mother comes back, let's see if he doesn't make this bastard uncle cry!

Thinking of this, his smile suddenly became bright.

"Uncle, you are amazing!"

Behind her, Lin Jiayao's smiling eyes were curved.

He couldn't help but hug Shen Lang, put it in his arms and rubbed for a while.

"I'm so pissed off!"

"I'm going to laugh out loud tonight!"

"That's right, uncle, you have too many crazy ideas!"

Qin Baoer also stretched out his hand and kneaded for a while.

"My smile froze, and I almost choked to death."

"Go, go, and eat your uncle's tofu again."

Shen Lang waved his hands in disgust.

"Would you like to feel my little whip too?"

"I was wrong."

Lin Jiayao immediately let go.

After thinking about it, she said again.

"By the way, uncle, you treat Wang Xiaobao like this."

"Aren't you afraid that when my aunt comes back, he will file a complaint?"