The real daughter, Xiaotaotie, became popular in the entertainment industry

Chapter 566 The old man is too fierce
There are many students in the calligraphy classroom, few of them are smiling, and most of them are frowning.

Most of the calligraphy options are imposed by their parents, and few children will choose it by themselves.

In fact, if their parents hadn't forcefully added calligraphy, they wouldn't even know what calligraphy is.

As soon as Xiao Taotie entered the door, he heard the loud voice of Xiao Pangdun: "My father told me, this is the easiest, just write and write! Liar! Big liar! Is this writing? Use a brush to write , I can’t even write a word! One stroke is a ball of ink, I thought I wrote a word, but it’s actually a ball of black!…”

Little Taotie listened, felt the same way, and nodded vigorously.

The same is true for her. She wrote stroke by stroke carefully according to the way of writing, but when she finished writing, there was only a black ball on the paper, and all the ink melted together!

"Da da da..." The sound of the crutches hitting the ground sounded, and the classroom fell silent for an instant, and the blubbering little chubby also shut up, not daring to breathe loudly.

An old man came to the door, dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, with a straight face, and his brows were wrinkled in a deep Sichuan character. Obviously, he had been frowning when he was young, but when he was old, he didn't have to frown.

The old man has a pair of piercing tiger eyes, and his eyes are staring fiercely!
Children are afraid of him, and when he speaks, they become even more afraid!

"quiet."

"To practice calligraphy, you must raise your spirits and sit up straight!"

The children all sat up straight, as if an iron plate had been hit on their backs, straight and obedient.

"Pick up the pen, dip in the ink, and put the pen down, all in one go!" The old man gave a demonstration.

Children:"……"

One by one with a bitter face.

The old man stared blankly, and the children trembled, and immediately picked up the pens and drew pictures from gourds.

It looks like they have learned a bit, but looking at the real kung fu under their hands, they are all covered in ink, and there is nothing to see.

The old man stepped off the podium and looked at the first child. His eyes became more and more fierce. The child was almost scared to cry. Before he could cry, the old man walked away and went to the second child's desk, his eyes fell on the words.

The old man only felt pain in his eyes, and quickly walked to the third child's desk.

He walked faster and faster, only feeling more and more pain in his eyes.

He stopped in front of Hua Jinyan, relaxed his shoulders for a rare moment, his gaze stayed for a long time, and then fell on the little Taotie's desk, the old man closed his eyes, let out a breath, opened his eyes again, and saw the little Taotie's face.

After washing his eyes, the old man walked away to read other people's writing.

Little Taotie let out a breath, frowned and looked at what she wrote, it was dark, she turned to look at Hua Jinyan's.

Hua Jinyan's handwriting is so beautiful!
When can I write so beautifully?

Little Taotie bit the penholder.

"Tao Ti!" A serious and old voice sounded.

Little Taotie instinctively shuddered, even the name and surname Ji Baba were called, only in the calligraphy classroom.

Little Taotie put down his pen pitifully.

"How many times have I said it, why can't you remember! Pens are not for biting! Go, stand at the door!"

Little Taotie: "..."

She looked at the old man pitifully. There were flowers blooming on the top of the old man's head, but his expression was very fierce. He stared fiercely at her: "Hurry up!"

Little Taotie nodded aggrievedly, moved to the door with small steps, and stood upright.

"What to watch, write!" the old man said fiercely.

The children didn't dare to watch the excitement, they all lowered their heads and continued to write seriously.

(End of this chapter)