Translated by Pure

Edited by Loume

Chapter 22: Even a Hen’s Beak Dipped in Ink Can Draw More Straight Than You (2)

This pastry is a bit like a glutinous rice cake. It was sweet and only the size of a one-yuan coin, formed into the shape of a ball. Wen Yantong loved to eat it.

She brought a lot, and when she put it on the table, it would roll down. Wen Yantong was quite puzzled. She bent down and leveled her eyes with the table, only to realize that the table was not leveled and was slightly tilted.

The little glutinous rice cake couldn't stay on the table, and Wen Yantong couldn't hold them all in her hands. She looked around the table and found a red plate.

It had a diameter of two palms. It was dark red, and there were some fine white lines carved into a delicate pattern on it. There were still some crumbs on the plate; it seemed to be the plate that Li Boyuan used to hold snacks.

Wen Yantong was delighted. She reached out and placed the plate in front of her, feeling that it was quite heavy after holding it. She was afraid that the cloth she had brought along the way was not clean, so she poured the small rice cakes directly into the plate.

The snow-white ball rolled on the red plate. The contrast was quite beautiful. Wen Yantong then stuffed two into her mouth.

She felt that these small rice balls had become more delicious now that they were served on an extravagant plate.

As long as she finished eating before Li Boyuan returned, he would never find out that she used his plate.

And Chi Jingxi.... He shouldn't be someone who likes to snitch.

Wen Yantong thought about it and quietly raised her eyes to look at him. However, she didn't expect to meet his eyes.

She didn’t know when Chi Jingxi stopped writing. He looked at her blankly with a strange look in his eyes.

Wen Yantong hesitated for a moment, then tentatively said, "...Little Marquis, do you want to eat, too?"

Chi Jingxi tilted his head slightly, frowning in confusion. "Is it more delicious to eat it on an inkstone?"

"Ink…. Inkstone?" Wen Yantong was startled. She didn't know whether to spit or swallow the crumbs in her mouth. She lowered her head and looked at the red plate carefully. "This is an inkstone? It’s not a plate?"

Weren’t all inkstones black? Why were there red ones too??

Chi Jingxi didn't intend to talk anymore, but seeing Yantong's stupid appearance, he couldn't help but say, "Use your sesame-sized brain a little. Who would put a plate on the study desk?"

Who wouldn’t?! She would! Left hand would grab a snack while the right hand would simultaneously continue to write!

Wen Yantong still swallowed what was in her mouth, but she didn't dare to eat any more from the red inkstone. She poured the rest back into the package, wrapped it tightly, and stuffed it back into her sleeves.

This time she really didn't dare procrastinate and honestly copied the remaining half of the article. She checked her work again and found that the words written this time were not ink-stained, nor were they written into a lump. Although the words were still crooked, her handwriting now was much better than in her previous works.

She blew on the ink and then whispered, "Little Marquis."

Chi Jingxi frowned slightly, but Wen Yantong continued. "Teacher Li said I need to show it to you after I finish copying."

Chi Jingxi responded with a low hum. Wen Yantong thought he didn't want to read it, but when she was about to put it down happily, she saw that he put down his pen after finishing writing a character.

Then he stretched out his hand and hooked his finger, motioning her to hand over the paper.

Wen Yantong suppressed her initial budding happiness as she offered the paper full of words to him with both hands.

Chi Jingxi’s first reaction when he looked at her paper was astonishment. At the second glance, his face sank. "Is this written by a human? Are your hands made from chicken feet?"

Wen Yantong subconsciously retracted both her claws.

Chi Jingxi laughed sarcastically, his voice cold. "Even if the chicken beak was stained with ink and pecked on the paper, it would be more upright than what you wrote."

Wen Yantong instantly felt that her heart had suffered a ton of damage and murmured, "That's not necessarily..."

Chi Jingxi glanced at her and threw the paper on the table. "Rewrite it."

Wen Yantong hurriedly pulled the paper back and quickly dipped the pen with ink. Just as she was about to begin, she suddenly thought of something and asked timidly, "Do I just need to write more neatly than a chicken’s beak? Would that be passing?"

Chi Jingxi paused, and this time, a look of shock and incredulity appeared on his handsome face.

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The author has something to say: 

Chi Jingxi: I have never seen such a brazen person.

Wen Yantong good luck +1+1+1.

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