Cute Brother Badass Family Protector

Chapter 42

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

“Why don't I practice my name first? My name is only two words, so it is simpler,” replied Tan Mo.

Wei Zhiqian did not know how to respond.

‘Who said this little girl is funny? He is not obedient at all!’

“No matter what you do, you can't just give up because of the difficulty. Choosing an easy path means giving up. To be exact, my name is difficult. When you master writing my name, other characters will be much easier.” Wei Zhiqian stuffed the questioner into Tan Mo's hand and said, “Stop talking nonsense. Let's practice!”

Tan Mo: “...”

‘Ya true.’

Helpless, Tan Mo practiced complying.

Wei Zhiqian looked at him with satisfaction. He thought that if Tan Mo had mastered the writing of his name, once his elder brother learned that the character written by his only sister was in accordance with his name, they would be very upset.

As Tan Mo practiced, he felt a little bored and tired. His wrists and fingers hurt.

He quietly put down the pen, shook his hand, and rubbed his face again.

Tan Mo turned his head and saw Wei Zhiqian studying attentively. He realized that he had not observed Wei Zhiqian closely before.

The skin is good, and the pores are less visible.

When she lowered her head to read the book, Tan Mo could see her long, thick eyelashes.

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

Wei Zhiqian, as the next patriarch of the Wei family, was a rare invention, not to mention his unparalleled appearance.

She is the epitome of skill and beauty.

He wondered what he would be like, such an amazing boy, in the future.

“What do you see?” Wei Zhiqian reached out and flicked his forehead.

He did it lightly, so Tan Mo was not injured at all. However, she still pulled out “Ah” while rubbing her forehead, pretending to be in pain.

He rubbed the area slightly forcefully, so it turned red.

“Small Uncle, why are you doing that?” Tan Mo's eyes were filled with tears, and he lowered his hands to let Wei Zhiqian see the redness on his forehead.

“I don't use much power, so why so red?” Wei Zhiqian frowned, walked around Tan Mo, and examined the red spots on Tan Mo's forehead.

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

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

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

It was fine even if he did not use much strength!

In his previous life, he had used this method to make his master carefully touch his petals every day, and his master did not dare to use any strength.

“Is it red?” Tan Mo raised his hand to touch the place.

Wei Zhiqian stopped him. “Do not touch it.”

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

Looking at Tan Mo's teary eyes, Wei Zhiqian regretted his actions. He wouldn't flick it if he knew his skin was that sensitive.

Who knew that Tan Mo not only looked like a porcelain doll, but was also as fragile as a porcelain doll? He should not have been touched.

“Blow for me.” Tan Mo pointed to his red forehead. “Every time I'm flushed, my parents and older brother take turns blowing on the sick part for me.”

Wei Zhiqian: “..”

He didn't imagine this happening.

How spoiled is Tan Mo at home?

“Quickly,” Tan Mo urged him.

Wei Zhiqian lowered his head and blew lightly on Tan Mo's forehead.

This is one of the best green tea art techniques. From now on, he had to pamper her and never dared to make any reckless move.

Wei Zhiqian: “..”

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

Tan Mo: “...”

“My wrist hurts.” Tan Mo raised his right hand to show to Wei Zhiqian. He continued, “You see, in the place where I hold the pen, it hurts.”

Wei Zhiqian looked at the side of the first finger from his middle finger. It was indeed red from holding a pen, and even its skin was slightly wrinkled. It also looked as if a blister was about to form.

“If you write more, callus will eventually form. So it won't feel uncomfortable anymore,” Wei Zhiqian said. “Since you have decided to pass the class level, you should be able to endure this difficulty.”

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

Wei Zhiqian: “..”

‘This little girl is very well maintained!'

‘Also, why is the ink in his hands? How does he practice writing?’

Her delicate and soft hands are small. They look like little flowers when fully opened.

“Let's end here today. Go wash your hands first.” Wei Zhiqian went to the bathroom in the study room with Tan Mo, then cleaned all the ink in his hands.

On the way to the Tan family residence, Wei Zhiqian rubbed the girl's wrists with high care 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 it so high maintenance?

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Due to Qin Murong's self-restraint, except for a little trouble on the first day of school, this semester passed peacefully.

Now is the final exam of the semester. Tan Mo would finally see the results of his study session with Wei Zhiqian.

Although Tan Mo was very confident in his abilities, he still studied hard for this exam.

Wei Zhiqian did not let him pass through too many grade levels at once.

Tan Mo just jumped from first grade to third grade.

Therefore, he would take the examination for the third grade.

He did not tell anyone about his plans to pass the grade level. Only Wei Zhiqian knew about it.

So, Tan Mo was still in his class at the moment, taking the exam with his classmates.

Another student was taking the exam for first grade, and only he was given the third grade examination.

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

First grade still used pencils to answer questions, but Tan Mo had to use pens to answer Chinese tests.

Fortunately, he and Wei Zhiqian practiced calligraphy for a semester. Although the writing was not so beautiful, it was at least neat.

For a six-year-old, the writing is pretty neat.

Today, most children still write with a pencil, and they cannot write well.

Wei Zhiqian's insistence to let Tan Mo use the pen to practice calligraphy had paid off.

Writing with a pen is much more difficult than with a regular pen.

After Tan Mo got used to writing with the pen, when he switched to using the regular pen during the exam, it became easier.

In order for things to go smoothly, Tan Mo came to school early.

There was no one in the class when he arrived.

After a while, some classmates arrived sporadically.

At this time, a female classmate, Li Xingyun, came up with a school bag and said to Tan Mo, “Tan Mo, I just met Qin Muye, I've just met Qin Muye, and he asked me to tell you to come to his class.”