Top-notch Master Masquerading As Cannon Fodder Female Companion-Chapter 42

“Practice writing my name first, and then practice yours,” Wei Zhiqian said.

“Why don’t you practice mine first? Mine is just two words, so it’s simpler,” Tan Mo replied.

Wei Zhiqian didn’t know how to respond to her.

‘Who said this little girl is cute? She is not obedient at all!’

“No matter what you do, you can’t just give up because of difficulties. Choosing the easy way means giving up. Precisely, my name is difficult. When you master writing my name, other characters will be much easier.” Wei Zhiqian stuffed his pen into Tan Mo’s hand and said, “Stop talking nonsense. Let’s practice!”

Tan Mo: “…”

‘Yeah, right.’

Helpless, Tan Mo practiced writing obediently.

Wei Zhiqian looked at her with satisfaction. He thought that if Tan Mo had mastered writing his name, once her brothers discovered that the characters written by their only sister were those of his name, they would have been immensely annoyed.

As Tan Mo practiced, she felt a bit bored and tired. Her wrist and fingers were sore.

She quietly put down the pen, shook her hand, and rubbed her face again.

Tan Mo turned her head and saw Wei Zhiqian studying attentively. She realized that she hadn’t observed Wei Zhiqian carefully before.

His had good skin, and his pores were less visible.

When he lowered his head to read a book, Tan Mo could see his long and thick eyelashes.

Tan Mo thought, ‘No wonder Qin Murong was so obsessed with Wei Zhiqian.’

Wei Zhiqian, as the next patriarch of the Wei family, was a rare find, not to mention that his looks were unrivaled.

He was the epitome of skill and beauty.

She wondered what he, an exceptional boy, would turn out to be like in the future.

“What are you looking at?” Wei Zhiqian reached out and flicked her forehead.

He did it lightly, so Tan Mo wasn’t hurt at all. However, she still let out an “Ah” while rubbing her forehead, pretending to be in pain.

She rubbed the area a little forcefully, so it turned red.

“Little Uncle, why did you do that for?” Tan Mo’s eyes welled up with tears, and she lowered her hand to let Wei Zhiqian see the redness on her forehead.

“I didn’t use much strength, so why is it so red?” Wei Zhiqian frowned, walked around Tan Mo, and examined the red spot on Tan Mo’s forehead.

It looked like a small area of plum juice in the snow.

Wei Zhiqian wondered, ‘Are children’s skin this sensitive?’

Tan Mo pouted as she thought, ‘Let’s see if you dare to flick me in the future.’

It’s not okay even if he didn’t use much force!

In her previous life, she had used this method to make her master carefully touch her petals every day, and her master didn’t dare to use any strength.

“Is it red?” Tan Mo raised her hand to touch the spot.

Wei Zhiqian stopped her. “Don’t touch it.”

He was afraid it would get worse if she touched it.

Looking at Tan Mo’s teary eyes, Wei Zhiqian regretted what he did. He would not have flicked her had he known her skin was that sensitive.

Who would have known that Tan Mo not only looked like a porcelain doll, but was also as fragile as porcelain dolls? She shouldn’t be touched.

“Blow on it for me.” Tan Mo pointed to her red forehead. “Every time I get flicked, my parents and brothers take turns blowing on the sore area for me.”

Wei Zhiqian: “…”

He hadn’t imagined this happening.

Exactly how spoiled was Tan Mo at home?

“Hurry up,” Tan Mo urged him.

Wei Zhiqian lowered his head and blew lightly at Tan Mo’s forehead.

“Blow gently.” Tan Mo narrowed her eyes. Deep down, she was actually enjoying it.

This was one of the best techniques of green tea art. From now on, he would have to pamper her and never dare to make a reckless move.

Wei Zhiqian: “…”

Wei Zhiqian got tired of blowing, and the redness on her forehead subsided. He then spoke, “Why were you daydreaming instead of practicing calligraphy?”

Tan Mo: “…”

“My wrists are sore.” Tan Mo raised her right hand to show Wei Zhiqian. She continued, “You see, at the place where I held the pen, it hurts.”

Wei Zhiqian looked at the side of the first knuckle of her middle finger. It was indeed red from holding the pen, and even her skin was a little wrinkled. It also looked as if blisters were about to form.

“If you write more, callus will eventually form. Thus, it won’t feel uncomfortable anymore,” Wei Zhiqian said. “Since you have decided to skip grade levels, you should be able to bear this difficulty.”

“I can bear it,” Tan Mo said immediately. “But my wrist is sore, so, Little Uncle, please rub it for me.”

Wei Zhiqian: “…”

‘This little girl is high-maintenance!

‘Also, why is ink all over her hands? How does she practice writing anyway?’

Her fair and tender hands were small. They looked like small flowers when fully opened.

“Let’s end it here today. Go wash your hands first.” Wei Zhiqian went to the bathroom in the study with Tan Mo, then washed off all the ink on her hands.

On their way to the Tan family’s residence, Wei Zhiqian rubbed the high-maintenance girl’s wrist until they reached the place.

Wei Zhiqian sighed as he was on his way home.

How much did the Tan family spoil Tan Mo to make her so high-maintenance?

*

Because of Qin Murong’s self-restraint, except for the slight trouble on the first day of school, this semester passed by peacefully.

It was now this semester’s final exams. Tan Mo would eventually see the results of her study sessions with Wei Zhiqian.

Although Tan Mo was very confident with her abilities, she still studied hard for this exam.

Wei Zhiqian didn’t let her skip too many grade levels at once.

Tan Mo only jumped from the first grade to the third grade.

Hence, she would take exams for the third grade.

She didn’t tell anyone about her plans to skip grade levels. Only Wei Zhiqian knew about it.

So, Tan Mo was still in her current class, taking the exams with her classmates.

The other students were taking exams for the first grade, and only she was given the third-grade exams.

Tan Mo prepared a fountain pen, a mechanical pencil, and an eraser early on.

The first grade still used a pencil to answer questions, but Tan Mo had to use a pen to answer the Chinese test.

Fortunately, she and Wei Zhiqian practiced calligraphy for one semester. Although her writing was not that beautiful, it was at least neat.

For a six-year-old child, her writing was quite neat.

At present, most children were still writing with pencils, and they couldn’t write very well.

Wei Zhiqian’s insistence on letting Tan Mo use a fountain pen to practice calligraphy had borne fruit.

Writing with a fountain pen was much harder than with a regular pen.

After Tan Mo got used to writing with a fountain pen, when she switched to using a regular pen during the exams, it was easier.

In order for everything to go smoothly, Tan Mo came to school early. 𝒇𝘳ℯℯ𝚠𝙚𝑏𝗻𝑜ѵ𝑒𝙡.co𝑚

No one was in the classroom when she arrived.

After a while, a few classmates arrived sporadically.

At this time, a female classmate, Li Xingyun, came in with a schoolbag and said to Tan Mo, “Tan Mo, I just met Qin Muye, and she asked me to tell you to come to her class.”