Space peasant girl: madly criticizing Xianggong for being weak and bullying

Chapter 138 Dictation
When he finished eating the third one, the young man in white had asked someone to fetch a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and also borrowed a table: "To be fair, we will compete here."

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

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

Xiaoxiao: "Then write a few words silently."

The young man in white couldn't help laughing out loud, this village girl has been a housekeeper, and she still speaks silently, how many words can she know?

Then I heard her say: "Our time is very precious, so let's have a few less and make a quick decision. Whoever writes faster and gets more correct wins."

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

Xiaoxiao looked at his expression, and said slowly: "鼐龘爨隳鼗鼗彠, Nai (nài) is the Nai of Ding Nai; (huī) is the 隳 of the liver and gallbladder; 鼗 (táo) is the 鼗 of the drum; 彠 (huò) is the 彠 of the moment, write it.”

After she finished speaking, she picked up the brush and started writing with the specification of one word on a piece of paper.

The onlookers looked at her hanging characters one by one, wondering whether it was writing or drawing, why so many strokes?
The young man in white had a face as pale as a pig's liver, and the hand holding the pen shook again and again, and he only wrote three.

Xiaoxiao commented sincerely: "It's not easy to be able to write three." These characters are difficult to write and are not often used.

The young man in white only felt that he was being ridiculed. He wanted to find a place for himself, so he secretly glanced at Xiaoxiao's big characters and said, "I just wrote slowly, and it will be ready soon."

Xiaoxiao just laughed: "Did this young man forget that what we are comparing is writing fast and writing correctly, I have already won the 'fast' point, and I am also confident in the 'right' point, so there is no suspense for me to win, Apologize."

The rest of the students who came together brainstormed and confirmed that what Xiaoxiao said was true. Although her handwriting was really not good-looking, but it was so big that even if the brush and ink were thicker, it was not difficult to see that the strokes were all right.

The young man in white gritted his teeth for a while: "It's not fair, you must have prepared these words in advance to make things difficult for others."

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

The young man in white had an ugly face, with so many eyes staring at him, he couldn't play tricks, so he could only cup his fists and say hastily: "I take back what I said just now." But he couldn't swallow, so he asked angrily, "Do you know who I am?" ?”

Xiaoxiao took her bamboo basket from the old man's arms, straightened her clothes and went to the crowd, then suddenly turned around and asked coldly, "Then do you know who I am?"

The young man in white was stunned—could it be that she was actually a young lady who came out in disguise to play?This looks and eloquence is indeed not like an ordinary village girl.

Xiaoxiao patted her sleeves, looked contemptuously, turned and walked into the crowd, but in the blink of an eye, she disappeared along with the people who watched the excitement, leaving only a bunch of foolish young masters.

Instead, the old man laughed by wiping his mouth.

Good girl, smart enough.

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

It's just that the group of idiots are slow to respond, 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 when he failed to become famous. When he left, he was full of resentment.

"Brother Lei, let's meet again at another day."

(End of this chapter)