Xiaoyao Xiaodu Doctor brings space to raise cute brothers and sisters

Xiao Geer saw her brother's handwriting at a glance and felt proud.

She knew that these three papers were the best.

The little servant boy looked at the little chubby kid in front of him who was holding his thumb with a soft little hand.

The little girl tilted her head back, staring at him eagerly, and pointed at the answer sheet in his hand with her other hand, "Little brother, let me hand out the papers, okay?"

Her big, grape-like eyes blinked, and there was a hint of anticipation deep in her eyes.

The poem written by my brother was ranked first.

She wanted to see up close the expressions of the scholar brothers when they saw her brother's poems.

Who can refuse a small request from such a soft and cute little dumpling?

The little servant boy surrendered without any resistance, nodded and agreed.

When Xiao Geer saw him nod, she snatched the answer sheet from his hand.

The little servant couldn't help but remind him: "Be careful not to tear or stain the paper."

He was responded with a chicken-pecking nod.

Xiao Ge'er didn't let go of his hand, but still held it, and ran out of the pavilion with her short legs, skipping and jumping.

Now, I am going to distribute these poems with him.

The little servant smiled.

Fortunately, the job was not completely taken away, and half of it was left for me.

When Qi Yuanyu took the three poems from Qi Yan opposite him, his eyes fixed.

On the plain white paper, a seven-character poem written in small calligraphy with hairpin flowers appears vividly on the paper.

Willows on both sides of Liuxi are like smoke, and the garden is full of green flowers.

The sun is warm and the wind is gentle, making people feel drunk. A curtain of dreams falls into my heart.

The whole poem uses metaphors such as "green as smoke" and "flowers filling the sky" to vividly depict the beauty of the willow stream beside them.

The warm sun and gentle breeze make people feel intoxicated, just like a dream, expressing the infinite longing for the surrounding environment.

This poem is indeed better than my own artistic conception.

But what attracted him more was the handwriting of the poem.

The poem is written in hairpin-flowered small regular script, with exquisite brushwork, beautiful character shapes, and a combination of hardness and softness in the lines. The whole piece is full of rhythm and beauty.

This is definitely not the handwriting of his old rival Qi Yan.

This is strange. Could it be that the provincial school or Zhixing Academy has produced another genius that he doesn’t know about?

He subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Qi Yan, only to see him staring thoughtfully at the new boy next to him.

Qi Yuanyu's heart skipped a beat. Could it be...

no, I can not.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he immediately extinguished it.

How old is this young man? At best he has finished reading the Four Books.

Even if I could write poetry, I would never be able to write a poem that is so perfect in response to the situation and so rich in artistic conception.

Even if he had started learning from the womb, it would have been impossible for him to finish reading the Five Classics and at the same time practice such excellent handwriting.

He shook his head and glanced at the boy next to him.

But the young boy was seen straightening the crooked braid on the head of the little girl next to him, who was about two or three years old.

He didn't even glance over here, and it was obvious that he didn't take this competition seriously at all.

It was obvious that Mr. Wenyuan asked him to follow and gain some experience.

He looked at the answer sheet numbered "8" at the top of the paper, shook his head, and turned to the next page.

Qi Yuanyu could tell at a glance that the poem in front of him was written by Qi Yan.

It is said that the person who knows you best is often your opponent.

Qi Yuanyu knew everything about Qi Yan.

Including his handwriting, and his... laziness, and arrogance.

That’s right, Qi Yuanyu was no longer angry because Qi Yan had rejected his invitation twice, after understanding his laziness.

Growing up, he has always been regarded by adults as "the other people's child" when it comes to studying.

From childhood to adulthood, I have always ranked first in every exam and have never met an opponent.

Until I took the college entrance examination in Xuzhou.

He stared in disbelief at the name at the top of the list, which was above him - Qi Yan.

I wish I could stare two holes out of it.

Why?

It's impossible to make him admit defeat.

He wants to compete with this guy named Qi Yan again.

Since ancient times, the top ten in the academy examination would automatically be qualified to study in the provincial school.

On the first day of reporting to the provincial school, he excitedly asked around about this man named Qi Yan.

For two days, nothing was found.

It was as if this person had disappeared into thin air.

It was not until the third day that he accidentally learned that Qi Yan had not reported to the provincial school at all.

His family has a long history of learning. From childhood to adulthood, he studied at Zhixing Academy under the guidance of his uncle, Principal Qi Shan.

Moreover, he always gets first place in every exam.

Compared with him, it is not inferior.

He was not discouraged and sent Qi Yan two invitations.

After hitting a wall, I realized that he never accepts invitations from others...

The two became rivals.

Qi Yuanyu sighed.

What else to do?

If you fight to the death with that person, you will only make yourself angry.

On the paper in front of him was the small seal script that Qi Yan usually used.

The gurgling stream flows around the willow pavilion, and the spring scenery of Willow Creek is even more enchanting.

The distant mountains are like dark clouds and the ink and color paintings come into view.

This poem presents the scenery of Liuxi in front of people like a picture scroll, slowly unfolding before people, making them feel as if they are there.

Qi Yuanyu curled his lips and reluctantly admitted it.

This poem is only slightly better than his.

But he refused to admit that Qi Yan's handwriting was better than his.

Qi Yan's calligraphy is unconventional, unrestrained and arrogant, just like him.

If I really compare myself to myself, we are just the same.

He glanced at the bottom sheet of paper, which was covered in his handwriting.

That’s right, he is number 12, third place.

He was secretly dissatisfied.

They were lucky, yes, just lucky.

If you have the ability to beat him again in the next round, he will be convinced.

As he thought about it, he silently read the two poems twice, memorized them in his mind, and then passed them on.

The little servant boy led Xiaoge'er and followed closely, following the three poems all the way to the last student.

After the student finished reading, he took the three thin sheets of paper from him and took them back to the pavilion.

Throughout the whole process, Xiaoge followed him obediently.

When passing by Hao Ge'er, she made a scissors hand sign at him and winked at him.

This is to congratulate him for winning first place.

He still has a smug look on his face, as if only heaven and earth know about it, and you and I know about it.

Seeing her acting well-behaved, Hao Ge'er couldn't help but pinch her chubby little face.

She bared her tiny teeth, turned her head and pretended to bite his hand fiercely.

This is a game they often play.

Hao Ge'er quickly retracted his hand and raised his eyebrows at her proudly.

Hey, I didn’t bite it.

The interaction between the two was seen by some students.

Occasionally, there would be students who saw how cute she was and would tease her or want to pinch her little face.

She responded smartly.

Except for Hao Ge'er, no one pinched her fair little face.

But it captured the hearts of many students.

They also want such a smart, soft, cute sister.

……

Several more competitions were held afterwards, and without exception, No. 8 always took first place.

The second and third places were mostly taken by number one and number twelve.

There are also occasional times when other numbers appear, but like a needle thrown into water, it does not splash at all and is soon replaced by number one or number twelve.

Until this time, the wine tray and wine glasses stopped in front of Qi Yuanyu.

Qi Yuanyu curled his lips into a smile and slowly reached his hand into the big-bellied bamboo pot.

While picking up the things in the pot, he prayed silently in his heart.

God bless him, and hope that he can get a special question this time, so that he can firmly rank second.

Yes, as the competition progressed, the dark horse number eight emerged.

It was as if a weight was dropped under his butt, and he sat firmly in the first position and never moved again.

He is now frustrated and just wants to hold on to the title of second place. He is in a fierce battle with his old rival Qi Yan.

After reciting the blessing sutra in my heart, my fingertips just happened to touch a folded thick paper strip.

Without further hesitation, he picked it up and unfolded it with a satisfied smile.

As soon as he saw the words above, his smile froze on his face and his eyes went dark.

He closed his eyes, and four big words echoed in his mind: God wants to kill me!