The group pet sister was spoiled by the tyrant again

Chapter 317 It's Half Time, and the Ink Hasn't Been Polished Well
"Mr. Shi, don't be as knowledgeable as the people below, that's pretty much what you said, let's talk about the rules."

Shi Gaoshan was also afraid that what he said was too much, and he would lose the identity of the person who made the question, and he would lose face at that time, so he followed the shopkeeper's words and said, "Hmph, I don't care about you!"

He coughed lightly and adjusted his voice, "Okay, the event is about to begin. All participants, please get ready. Please take the scenery as the theme and write a poem. The time for a stick of incense will be invalid."

After the words fell, everyone sat in their respective seats, thinking hard about the topic.

Su Jiu sat on a low stool, and his activities were particularly rigorous, so except for those who participated in the competition, everyone else had to wait at a distance to prevent cheating.

So for grinding, you have to do it yourself. The ink is not easy to grind. Sometimes the color of the ink will fade if you pour too much water.

Before the war, he was discouraged by things like grinding ink.

Seeing that the little girl couldn't even grind out the ink, and the ink was all over her face, the other talents laughed in their hearts again and again.

They have to start first.

Standing in the outer circle, Wei Ran clenched her fists tightly as she looked at the little princess on the stage who was not ready for writing ink.

Cheer her up silently in my heart.

Even if you have to lose, you have to lose with honor!

The little princess is so violent at such a young age, no matter what, it is gratifying.

After grinding the ink for a while, Su Jiu found the trick, his brows stretched out, and he grinded it gently without any panic.

In the eyes of others, they don't understand how fast time goes by, and they think it's the mentality of playing with dolls at home.

Halfway through.

Everyone has already written their own poems, but Su Xiaojiu has only polished the ink at this time.

Facing the blank rice paper, Su Jiu looked up at the top of the building, looking for the poems he had memorized in his previous life in his mind.

Thousands of verses sifted through her mind, and she wanted to pick a unique one.

So her expression didn't look like someone scratching her head and ears in deep thought, but more like she was sifting through things.

Suddenly, she caught sight of the young prince sitting on the teacher's chair on the second floor with chilling eyes. Seeing him looking at her, Su Jiu blinked at him and raised his chin.

It seemed to be saying to him: Don't worry, Brother Prince.

The little girl's porcelain white and clean face was covered with ink from grinding, and she looked funny and cute.

Su Yihan chuckled lightly and looked away.

"Su Xiaojiu can still laugh? Just wait and see, how happy she is smiling now, and how sad she is going to cry later." Qi Mu has already begun to gloat.

It was as if he had already won the bet money, and he was so happy that he carried himself away.

When the game downstairs was over, everyone stopped their ink pens.

The man thumped the gong, and Shi Gaoshan shouted loudly, "It's time, close the scroll!"

Everyone stood up and handed in the papers.

Su Jiu just finished writing a poem, and Sheng Yu patiently dried the ink.

Shi Gaoshan glanced at her, she was the only one around who hadn't handed in the test, reminded, "Little girl, hand it in quickly, or you will be regarded as abstaining."

In fact, he was impatient with such a child, and he didn't even bother to talk to her, but here were all common people, so he had to be a teacher, so he had to remind her.

"Here we come." After blowing his last breath, Su Jiu said as he walked.

The paper was placed on the top, Shi Gaoshan looked at the ghostly characters, and laughed unobtrusively, "Chi..."

Just this word, still want to take the first place?

(End of this chapter)