In the room, Zhang Yinluo stood behind Sun Lang. She stood on her tiptoes and held her breath. She wanted to see what Sun Lang could write.
The ranger smiled confidently. His thumbs were bent naturally, and half of his thumbs touched the shaft of the pen. His thumb and index finger were slightly apart, and he made a standard posture of holding a pen.
"What kind of grip is that?" Zhang Yinluo complained loudly. "This is a writing brush!
It's not a fountain pen or a quill pen! "
"So the fountain pen has already been invented … Damn, luckily I don't rely on inventions to make a living. Otherwise, I'd be slapped in the face."
Sun Lang glanced at Zhang Yinluo. "Shut up. I don't need to promote traditional culture in this place where the power of feudal traditions is so strong. Who cares about the grip? As long as I can write, it's fine.
You don't believe me?
Let me tell you, don't underestimate me. Whether I write the word 'meat' on your forehead or 'upright' on your chest, I'll definitely write it properly for you! "
"Go to hell!" Zhang Yinluo rolled her eyes. Let's see what you can write.
With this thought, the tip of Sun Lang's brush had already touched the soft surface of the xuan paper … But what was unexpected was that even though he was holding the soft brush in such an awkward way, there was not the slightest sign of slippage. Sun Lang steadily wrote down the first character. The soft tip of the brush and the hard body of the brush were used freely in his hands.
"In the spring of the 42nd year of the First Emperor Calendar, the people's diet was sparse. The three meals were bland and tasteless. Zhang Jianyuan experimented with stinky tofu and founded Mingzhou City …"
The words were okay, but the content was sloppy and ordinary. There was no highlight. It was cliché and very vague.
Zhang Yinluo curled her lips.
Sun Lang was completely unaware of this. If reading web novels in his previous life had taught him anything, it would be to deliberately keep a low profile before acting tough to attract disdainful comments and ridicule from the antagonist. When the antagonist raised a flag, he would slap the antagonist's face with lightning speed. This way, he could collect the strength of acting tough faster and fill up the acting tough slot faster. From there, he could use the super profound acting tough skill.
So, feel free to be disdainful … You'll be dumbfounded in a while.
He continued to write, "In the third day of the month, this item was popular in the city. Everyone praised it. It was to open a workshop and build a factory to brighten Mingzhou City and let the people taste it …"
Zhang Yinluo snorted disdainfully … [You're biting on words and using dry words. That's all there is to it …]
But she didn't hear him and continued to write. "This is an essay to remember …"
It's here.
Sun Lang and Zhang Yinluo's eyes flashed at the same time.
At this point, the opening part was finished. Next was the most important part of the essay … Whether it was brilliant literary talent or showing off in front of an expert and making a fool of himself, it all depended on the quality of the essay!
Sun Lang turned his head around and smiled at Zhang Yinluo. That smile contained an enormous amount of self-confidence and faint mockery towards this big-breasted girl. After that, he turned his head back, and his brush moved like a dragon or a snake. Faintly, seven layers of treasure light surrounded his body, and a boundless literary aura radiated from him. With a flourish of his brush, he sprinkled ink onto the clean white rice paper. Impressively, three flamboyant and flamboyant words appeared on the paper!
"I won't do it!"
After writing, Sun Lang threw the brush to the ground and smiled proudly. "I'm done!"
He turned around and looked at Zhang Yinluo who was stunned. "Hmph, hmph, were you hurt by my literary aura?
Is this an essay that will make the listener's face turn ashen, speechless, and unable to write a single word? "
"Essay … Essay your ass!" Zhang Yinluo shouted. "Are you going to read this during the ribbon-cutting ceremony?
Zhang Jianyuan will bring people to beat you up!
He will definitely beat you up! "
Ranger's eyes flashed. His expression was surprised and happy. "Nani?
Are you serious?
Then I'll use this! "
"…" Zhang Yinluo looked up to the sky and sighed. "I knew I couldn't rely on you …"
She pushed Sun Lang to the side, and then tore the "ancient text" into pieces. Under Sun Lang's protests, she sat down and took a new piece of paper. She sighed and said, "Shut up, I'll help you write it …"
"You should've said so earlier. It's a waste of my literary aura."
Sun Lang curled his lips and then sat to the side. For a moment, the room became quiet. The girl who was writing at a high speed, the ranger who was bored to death. Sun Lang quietly stared at Zhang Yinluo's serious side profile. Then he felt that, as expected, an OL suit was not enough. She had to add a pair of glasses and black stockings.
However, the quiet atmosphere did not last long. Sun Lang was a person who could not stay still, especially when he was beside Zhang Yinluo. His activity level increased by thirty percent.
"Yinluo, do you need me to grind for you?
I mean grind the ink. "
"Okay."
"Yinluo, do you need me to massage your shoulders?
I mean, massage your shoulders. "
"Okay."
"Yinluo, do you need me to massage your shoulders?
I mean, massage your chest? "
"Get lost."
"Don't be like this. Aren't you tired?
I'll hold it for you … "
Zhang Yinluo stopped writing and rolled her eyes at Sun Lang. "I'm the one who's helping you right now!
Whether it's clearing the table or writing a speech, you should be grateful. At least don't disturb me, okay? "
After saying that, she waved her hand as if she was dismissing a child. "Be good. Go out and see how the construction in the front building is going."
Sun Lang leaned back in his chair and said lazily, "Don't worry. There won't be anyone slacking off. According to the craftsmen, Miss Zhao asks about the construction progress several times a day …"
Zhang Yinluo frowned at the mention of Zhao Feihuang. For a moment, even Sun Lang, who was living off her with a clear conscience, made her unhappy. She snorted. "Then go out and play …"
Sun Lang shook his head like a rattle-drum. "I don't want to. It's not as fun as you outside …"
"Then get out and do your work!"
Zhang Yinluo raised her eyebrows. "You're the boss of the firm, not me. I'm just your partner, not your secretary. I'm being merciful by helping you. So, in return, you should go out and be merciful. Find someone who needs help, listen to their troubles, and help them solve their problems!"
Sun Lang squinted his eyes and said, "You can't raise this flag randomly. Maybe when I go out, I'll see a Seal Junior Sister who is much cuter than you and whose entire family has been exterminated and who is carrying a great sword."
"Then find out the real culprit and avenge her!" Zhang Yinluo shouted. "So, get out and do your work!"
After a moment, Sun Lang snorted and swaggered out of the Immortal Fishing House. He muttered, "Tsk, I'll bring back a girl who's much cuter than you with big breasts. Let's see where you're going to cry …"
"Forget it. I have nothing to do anyway … I'll go and find something."
He stood on the street and looked around to see if there was an NPC with an exclamation mark above his head. Then, his eyes lit up.
On the other side of the street, there was a figure that was staggering. He was leaning on a slightly old Dao banner as he walked over step by step.
I was careless. I forgot about the Immortal Fishing House … Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, if the new owner of the Immortal Fishing House was hurt by that demon, I'll be in deep trouble …
But … I don't seem to be in a good condition today.
I'll go and observe for a while. Don't show up, don't attract the demon's attention … Just check.
While the Taoist was thinking, he suddenly heard a gust of wind. He looked up and saw a young man with a bright smile walking quickly toward him. The young man held his arm and said, "Hey, Taoist, you're walking with difficulty. Are you feeling unwell?
I'm here to be merciful for my family and help her accumulate some good karma so that her breasts can get bigger … So, I'll take you to see a doctor? "
"…"
A good person, a good person. I didn't expect such a young man to exist. He's really the only bright color in this cruel world …
Yes, I'll read his fortune. Such a good person, such a good person …
The Taoist priest was moved. With tears in his eyes, he glanced at Sun Lang's fortune.
"F … F * ck!"