Different from the Rest

"Oh." Zhou Yaling suddenly understood.

"It's only thirty times. You'll finish in no time. Come on, I believe in you!"

"Your sister won't keep you company anymore. I'm going upstairs to watch my shows."

With a smile, Zhou Yaling left, completely satisfied. She had figured it out—Candy had probably annoyed her brother again. Otherwise, he wouldn't have punished her by making her copy out her lessons for no reason.

After feeling sorry for Candy for one second, Zhou Yaling thought, Luckily, she's only in first grade. There aren't many lessons yet.

After Zhou Yaling left, Candy silently took another unused pencil from her pencil case and stuck it into the pencil sharpener.

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As the sun set, the sky was dyed blood-red, while the peach-colored clouds looked like blazing flames.

In the living room, Candy stood with her little hands behind her back, her bright eyes darting around.

Looking at the characters Candy had written, Mo Jingchun nodded in satisfaction.

The handwriting was very neat—much better-looking than his own chicken-claw scrawl.

Practicing handwriting had to start from childhood. Otherwise, one would end up like him, regretting it only after it was too late and one's handwriting had already taken shape.

"Has your teacher taught you how to write with a brush?"

"Brush calligraphy?" Candy scratched her head and said uncertainly, "I think the Chinese teacher mentioned it. Maybe next semester?"

"Oh? Then we'll wait a little longer."

There was nothing he could do even if they didn't wait. Mo Jingchun didn't know brush calligraphy either; back then, no teacher had taught him.

He had never seen any of the company's executives practicing brush calligraphy, either. Otherwise, he would definitely have had Candy learn it ahead of time.

"Then go on. You pass this time."

At night in Huo County, a