Crying bag girl who bumped into the village brother

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Yuan soon noticed that the players of the French team were looking at the same place.She looked where they were looking.

Just at this time, Yukimura Seichi who was opposite was also looking in the direction of Zhang Yuan. The two eyes met each other like this, and the two pairs of big amber eyes blinked at each other.

Another me in the world?Yukimura and Zhang Yuan looked at each other for a while, deliberately looking away from each other, and after a while they couldn't help but look at each other again.

Zhang Yuan stared blankly at Yukimura in front of him.Mirai next to him looked at Zhang Yuan and Yukimura.

"In the future, is your father like him?" Zhang Yuan pointed to Jingshi opposite.

"Yes." There was a trace of excitement hidden in Future's heart.

"A Yuan, do you like this?" Future continued to ask.

"It seems so." The moment he looked at Yukimura Seiichi, Zhang Yuan felt that Yukimura was himself, and he was Yukimura.

"My mother said that when she looked at her father, it was as if she saw herself, a male self." Future said something meaningful.

"Is that so..." Zhang Yuan lowered his head slightly, talking to himself.

After a while, Zhang Yuan raised his head.He turned his head and talked to Mo Luo beside him.

"Is anyone in your team friends with the Japanese team members?"

Zhang Yuan's question made Mo Luo a little puzzled, and he didn't react for a while.

"Ah? Ah, yes. Oshowaru and Sanada of the Japanese team are quite familiar." Mo Luo said and pointed to a boy dressed as a ninja beside him.

"Speaking of which, he even wrote a piece of calligraphy and displayed it publicly on the court!" Captain Camus said solemnly.

Oshowaru blushed when he thought of the "broken body" that he had written many times but failed to write.

The French players around laughed together.

"Osho, show your calligraphy to A Yuan. She has learned calligraphy from her grandmother who is a member of the China National Calligraphy Association since she was a child. It is definitely enough to give you advice." Mo Luo said nastyly.

Originally, Oshowaru didn't want to take it out, but under the instigation of his unscrupulous teammates, he still reluctantly took out those calligraphy with wrong ligatures.

Originally, Zhang Yuan looked at the French team making a mess because Monk Zhang Er was puzzled.Until Osho took out his "proud" calligraphy.

"Pink buttocks broken body", "pink buttocks broken body".

Really, it was awesome.This is a moment to record.

Zhang Yuan held back his smile, took out his phone, turned on the camera, and took several pictures in succession. Po is in the #张园的relatives and friends# WeChat group.

Her series of actions attracted the attention of the French players.

Did Genichiro Sanada of the Japanese team make a misjudgment?Did Osho write well?Nope.

"How is it?" Mo Luo stepped forward and asked Zhang Yuan.

"The wording is wrong, but it is very creative..." Zhang Yuan said with difficulty, pointing to the revised word next to it.

"This is correct, but not so well written..." Zhang Yuan pointed to the two words next to them with strange fonts.

Is Chinese and Japanese calligraphy really so ominous?Zhang Yuan's thoughts were a little messy.

The words next to it were edited by Osho's teacher, Genichiro Sanada.

The French team who had just listened to Zhang Yuan quietly and seriously burst into laughter.

Is Osho's teacher Genichiro Sanada not good enough?

Osho's face was now liver-colored.

"No, Teacher Sanada's calligraphy is very good!"

Osho retorted.

"You said the teacher's writing is not good, you write it." Teacher Sanada is very powerful.No matter what, we must maintain the reputation of Sanada-sensei.

Mo Luo and Future looked at Oshowaru and gave him a sympathetic look.

It is really unwise to compare Japanese calligraphy with Chinese calligraphy, Osho｜Uncle.

"Little brother, do you have rice paper, inkstone, and writing brush now?" Zhang Yuan smiled seeing Osho's expression.

"Yes!" Osho nodded.Take out the pen, paper and inkstone from the backpack on the seat.

Everyone in the French team: This kid, you really take these with you everywhere you go!

"Can this desk be used for writing?" Zhang Yuan pointed to the thick wall in front of him, a small platform naturally formed.

"Yes." The short Joelna replied softly.

Seeing Jorna's cute appearance, Zhang Yuan habitually touched his head.

The future next to him stared resentfully at Zhang Yuan's hand rubbing against Jorna's head.

"Taking advantage of this one-hour break, call your teacher." Zhang Yuan set up a pen, paper and inkstone, took off her school uniform jacket, put it on her shoulders, crossed her arms, and stood against the wall.

"Let me teach you what calligraphy is!"

Future: Mom, you really look like Dad!