The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 404 - 403: Learning Calligraphy

Is the snack machine ready?

"All set?"

Nian Shutong risked another bout of sarcasm to repeat the question, but Rubble was surprisingly free of any arrogant retorts this time.

"Yes, they’re all ready, all that’s left is practice."

Nian Shutong gave Rubble two thumbs up, genuinely praising, "Rubble is truly impressive, you might just be the smartest in the entire interstellar region."

Rubble didn’t entertain a single humble thought, pondering carefully.

"I can’t be sure about being the first in the interstellar region, but being the first on Blue Star is certain."

Having said his piece, Rubble, with Ji Sisi and his team of robots, boarded the flying device and left.

Nian Shutong stood alone where she was.

"Daodao, did Rubble just say he’s smarter than me?"

"Master, isn’t that the case?"

"Host, Little Eight thinks we should come to terms with the truth."

The two miniature knife-bots, each wielding a little knife, plunged them into Nian Shutong’s metaphoric lung channels.

Nian Shutong lifted her foot, intending to leave, took a couple of steps, then stopped and asked, "When did you two band together?"

Previously, the simple knife and small seed were constantly fighting in the Sea of Consciousness, feeling uncomfortable without a few scuffles each day.

In the Sea of Consciousness, a small knife, comfortably floating on the surface, bobbing up and down, with a pair of hands forming on either side of the blade, each holding a book.

Beside it was a flat seed, in a similarly comfortable pose, with a book as well.

When Nian Shutong finished asking and got no response, she sneaked in to take a look.

Both guys reading? No signs of conflict, all harmonious?

What kind of book could be so captivating?

Her consciousness carefully concealed itself, and in the Sea of Consciousness, it transformed into a drop of water, drifting close to the two chaps.

"The Art of War by Sun Tzu... children’s illustrated edition."

Nian Shutong read it out loud, startling the reading Daodao and Little Eight.

"Master, what brings you here?"

"Host, what are you doing here?"

A drop of water, in front of Daodao and Little Eight, morphed into the appearance of Nian Shutong.

"This is my own Sea of Consciousness, do I need to knock to come back?"

"No need."

"You are free to do as you wish."

The two chaps said politely, causing Nian Shutong to smile strangely.

"Are you two muddling through, assuming control, being deceptive, or creating distractions with smoke and mirrors?"

At Nian Shutong’s words, Daodao and Little Eight immediately ditched their books, and each began to speak.

"Master, have you been through the Thirty-Six Stratagems? How can they be so clever?"

"Host, Little Eight instantly had a door to a new world opened."

Seeing the two still looking stupefied, Nian Shutong stopped teasing them.

"That’s enough from you two. It’s good to broaden your horizons, but there’s no need to apply everything you’ve learned."

After she finished speaking, Nian Shutong dashed out.

Daodao and Little Eight left behind, exchanged glances, seemingly sparking electricity between them.

If not going out, then why not practice here?

Nian Shutong, retreating from the Sea of Consciousness, shook her head and chuckled.

What good fellows, huh? They’re no longer addicted to the web, and now they’ve started studying.

But take a look at what they’re learning: Ghost Valley, the Thirty-Six Stratagems.

What were they planning to do with that?

However, the Thirty-Six Stratagems is indeed quite fascinating.

When she first read it herself, she also thought the ancients were truly incredible.

Nian Shutong watched the children in the distance taking their lessons, it was time to introduce some new learning material to them.

With nothing else pressing at the moment, Nian Shutong casually returned to her room to start organizing teaching materials—those suitable for the children.

Thousand Character Classic, Student Rules, The Thirty-Six Stratagems, in illustrated and film versions, all were sorted out by Nian Shutong to be handed over to Elder Hua for his arrangement at the appropriate time.

As Nian Shutong was busy organizing, Fu Yunhe came looking for her.

With his hands clasped behind his back, there was a hint of joy in his pace as he walked up to Nian Shutong’s window.

"Nian Shutong?"

"Speak."

Without lifting her head, Nian Shutong continued to copy the content of Student Rules with her writing brush.

Fu Yunhe, standing outside the window, seeing the focused Nian Shutong, didn’t persist; he simply brought out what he had hidden behind his back.

A bunch of wildflowers, still carrying a touch of dew.

He reached out with both hands, took the vase from the table, removed the slightly wilted wildflowers, changed the water, and inserted the new wildflowers.

Nian Shutong, with a glance from the corner of her eye, saw Fu Yunhe’s actions and casually asked, "Do you like flowers that much?"

Fu Yunhe’s hand, which was moving the vase, paused for a moment, then continued.

"It makes the mood a bit better."

He didn’t specify whether he liked them or not.

But his words did resonate with Nian Shutong.

"You’re right; then, remember to change the flowers regularly."

"Of course, I won’t forget."

A faint smile played on Fu Yunhe’s lips, as he leaned against the wall by the window, his eyes gleaming while watching Nian Shutong write.

Nian Shutong, who was immersed in writing, finally finished the page, set down her brush, and tilted her head up to the side.

"You want to learn?"

"Yes."

Fu Yunhe, who had been watching, immediately responded, "I want to learn calligraphy from you."

Nian Shutong looked down again and continued writing.

"If you want to learn, you must persist; you mustn’t give up, understand?"

"Naturally, I can definitely do it."

Fu Yunhe had straightened his body; he did not see the proud and slightly mischievous smile on Nian Shutong’s face as she looked down.

"Very good, I believe in you."

Finally, Nian Shutong put down the brush she had been holding and took out a binding of Three Character Classic from her Space Button, which she passed to Fu Yunhe.

"Alright then, go buy your own ink, paper, and inkstone, and start with copying text. When you have learned to write with some level of style, I will teach you more." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Oh, and regarding calligraphy, you must keep at it—write at least a hundred large characters each day."

Nian Shutong had stood up by now and pointed out the school window, saying, "You know what large characters are, right? Like the kind the children copy every day."

Fu Yunhe, seeing the triumphant smile on Nian Shutong, immediately understood her intention.

Nevertheless, he really wanted to maintain the opportunity to learn. As long as he practiced well, Nian Shutong would surely teach him individually, wouldn’t she?

You think you are the fisherman, but little do you know that the fish has also become cunning.

"Okay, I got it. I will complete it."

Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe, who agreed readily; could it be that he was really here to learn calligraphy?

Seeing Fu Yunhe’s earnest expression, Nian Shutong felt perhaps she had misjudged, he truly wanted to learn.

"Alright then, practice on your own, and I will teach you later."

Nian Shutong sat back down and continued to copy.

This time, Fu Yunhe stood openly outside, staring at Nian Shutong intently.

He was learning calligraphy.

However, he didn’t watch for long, for there were still many things he had to do.

The day passed for Nian Shutong in the midst of copying, and when she came back in the evening, Rubble informed her that the construction of the factory area was complete.

"Good, we move to the factory tomorrow!"

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