In love with the enchanting senior brother: the lady strikes

It rained for three consecutive days, and the sky became a bit gloomy. Early in the morning, the master sent a message—the weather was bad, and the schoolwork was suspended. All the brothers stayed in Qinzhu Garden to practice calligraphy, and I needed to write an article An article titled "On the Pros and Cons of the War Guidance of the Warring Parties in the Battle of Guandu".

Alas, I just lost my mind in the Art of War class, I didn't want Master, the old man, to be so small-minded!

Outside the window, the raindrops pattered on the willow treetops, and fell silently into the Jingshui lake. I sat at the table with a Zihao pen in my hand, and the rice paper in front of me was blank except for a drop of ink.

I remembered that five days ago, Brother Eleven rolled up my large carved box. I was very upset. I went to the Hermitage Zhai early the next morning, complained to Master about all his bad deeds, and earnestly begged Master Let me follow Senior Brother Ten again.

The master pondered for a while, and told me that after the Duanyang Festival, the tenth senior brother has turned 15 years old and is a grown man. If I follow him again, it will damage my reputation. Now there are only eleven brothers left in the mountain. Senior brother is the same age as me, and we are both underage, so if we get closer, no one can say anything...

The old man also smiled and said a lot of good things for Eleventh Brother, but it was "although Little Eleven is a bit naughty, but he is still a kind child..." Yun Yun.

I stared at the rice paper and thought bitterly, I have been with Eleventh Brother for so many days, and I haven’t even eaten a decent breakfast, and now I am being dragged into fuss by him again, his heart is really vicious...

It didn't take long before it was noon, I ate lunch in a hurry, and sat down at the table with a pen again.

Alas, if Master asked me to write "Cao Mengde's Secret Love History" or "Anecdotes Between Yuan Shao and the Concubines", I would be able to write [-] characters eloquently, but now this article is very powerless for me.

After staring at the rice paper for a long while, I finally left one, two, three... 25, 26, a total of 26 characters.

In the past few days, I have a rough idea of ​​Master's temper. I thought, if I can't submit a decent article tomorrow, Master and the old man will definitely come up with even more inhumane ways to torment me... Sigh... This is terrible. what to do...

I looked out of the window very sadly...

Huh?Isn't that guy outside wearing a white robe and holding a 32 bone oil paper umbrella the eleventh brother who made me make a fuss?

Why did he come to my Jingshui residence in the rain?Immediately, I became wary.

Judging from the several confrontations I had with him, this frontal attack was probably hopeless, and it seemed that we had to avoid it. Therefore, I hurriedly took off my embroidered shoes and leaned on the embroidered couch.

"Senior Brother Eleven, you are here..." Seeing him enter the embroidery room, I made a feeble and weak image.Fortunately, I've been ill for so long, and it's very handy to pretend to be weak.

Seeing me like this, he seemed to be slightly taken aback.

Well, I am very satisfied with this response.

"you……"

"I...I'm fine...just...just a little...tired...just lean on...it'll be fine..."

I feel that these few words are spoken in half-hearted, sickly and sorrowful ways, which are very pitiful.

Eleventh senior brother glanced at me, said "huh", then walked to the table.

I'm dumbfounded—

snort!Good you noob!Seeing me like this, shouldn't he be dutiful and ask for my warmth?I didn't expect him to be so hard-hearted!snort!

"Is this why you became this kind of virtue?" Eleventh brother waved a plain fan and asked me, pointing to the rice paper on the table.

I nodded sadly.

He glanced at me indifferently, closed his fan, picked up the pen, dipped in the ink and waved it on the rice paper.

"Don't!" Those are the precious 26 words that I wrote after racking my brains!

I jumped down from the embroidered couch, put on my embroidered shoes and ran to the table.

Brother Eleven didn't even look at me, and continued to wave Zihao on the rice paper.

I poked my head and looked, tsk tsk, I didn't expect that my eleventh senior brother has a lot of wisdom in writing articles!

But, that's not right, how come the elegant lower script he wrote is exactly the same as my handwriting?I looked at him in amazement.

"So your body is better?" After a while, he put down his pen and asked me calmly.

"Your words..."

"Imitation."

I only left 26 characters, so he can imitate it after a little glance?

"You read it first, so that tomorrow the master will be timid when he asks." He spread his fan and walked slowly towards the window.

I held up the rice paper in disbelief, this... This beautiful article with quotations from scriptures and references was actually written by Brother Eleven?

I was terrified.It rained for three consecutive days, and the sky became a bit gloomy. Early in the morning, the master sent a message—the weather was bad, and the schoolwork was suspended. All the brothers stayed in Qinzhu Garden to practice calligraphy, and I needed to write an article An article titled "On the Pros and Cons of the War Guidance of the Warring Parties in the Battle of Guandu".

Alas, I just lost my mind in the Art of War class, I didn't want Master, the old man, to be so small-minded!

Outside the window, the raindrops pattered on the willow treetops, and fell silently into the Jingshui lake. I sat at the table with a Zihao pen in my hand, and the rice paper in front of me was blank except for a drop of ink.

I remembered that five days ago, Brother Eleven rolled up my large carved box. I was very upset. I went to the Hermitage Zhai early the next morning, complained to Master about all his bad deeds, and earnestly begged Master Let me follow Senior Brother Ten again.

The master pondered for a while, and told me that after the Duanyang Festival, the tenth senior brother has turned 15 years old and is a grown man. If I follow him again, it will damage my reputation. Now there are only eleven brothers left in the mountain. Senior brother is the same age as me, and we are both underage, so if we get closer, no one can say anything...

The old man also smiled and said a lot of good things for Eleventh Brother, but it was "although Little Eleven is a bit naughty, but he is still a kind child..." Yun Yun.

I stared at the rice paper and thought bitterly, I have been with Eleventh Brother for so many days, and I haven’t even eaten a decent breakfast, and now I am being dragged into fuss by him again, his heart is really vicious...

It didn't take long before it was noon, I ate lunch in a hurry, and sat down at the table with a pen again.

Alas, if Master asked me to write "Cao Mengde's Secret Love History" or "Anecdotes Between Yuan Shao and the Concubines", I would be able to write [-] characters eloquently, but now this article is very powerless for me.

After staring at the rice paper for a long while, I finally left one, two, three... 25, 26, a total of 26 characters.

In the past few days, I have a rough idea of ​​Master's temper. I thought, if I can't submit a decent article tomorrow, Master and the old man will definitely come up with even more inhumane ways to torment me... Sigh... This is terrible. what to do...

I looked out of the window very sadly...

Huh?Isn't that guy outside wearing a white robe and holding a 32 bone oil paper umbrella the eleventh brother who made me make a fuss?

Why did he come to my Jingshui residence in the rain?Immediately, I became wary.

Judging from the several confrontations I had with him, this frontal attack was probably hopeless, and it seemed that we had to avoid it. Therefore, I hurriedly took off my embroidered shoes and leaned on the embroidered couch.

"Senior Brother Eleven, you are here..." Seeing him enter the embroidery room, I made a feeble and weak image.Fortunately, I've been ill for so long, and it's very handy to pretend to be weak.

Seeing me like this, he seemed to be slightly taken aback.

Well, I am very satisfied with this response.

"you……"

"I...I'm fine...just...just a little...tired...just lean on...it'll be fine..."

I feel that these few words are spoken in half-hearted, sickly and sorrowful ways, which are very pitiful.

Eleventh senior brother glanced at me, said "huh", then walked to the table.

I'm dumbfounded—

snort!Good you noob!Seeing me like this, shouldn't he be dutiful and ask for my warmth?I didn't expect him to be so hard-hearted!snort!

"Is this why you became this kind of virtue?" Eleventh brother waved a plain fan and asked me, pointing to the rice paper on the table.

I nodded sadly.

He glanced at me indifferently, closed his fan, picked up the pen, dipped in the ink and waved it on the rice paper.

"Don't!" Those are the precious 26 words that I wrote after racking my brains!

I jumped down from the embroidered couch, put on my embroidered shoes and ran to the table.

Brother Eleven didn't even look at me, and continued to wave Zihao on the rice paper.

I poked my head and looked, tsk tsk, I didn't expect that my eleventh senior brother has a lot of wisdom in writing articles!

But, that's not right, how come the elegant lower script he wrote is exactly the same as my handwriting?I looked at him in amazement.

"So your body is better?" After a while, he put down his pen and asked me calmly.

"Your words..."

"Imitation."

I only left 26 characters, so he can imitate it after a little glance?

"You read it first, so that tomorrow the master will be timid when he asks." He spread his fan and walked slowly towards the window.

I held up the rice paper in disbelief, this... This beautiful article with quotations from scriptures and references was actually written by Brother Eleven?

I was terrified.