NovelEnglishSpatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible
Chapter 138 - 138: DictationChapter 138 - 138: Dictation
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
By the time he finished the third one, the young master in white had already gotten someone to bring over brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. He also borrowed a table. “To be fair, well compete here.”
Xiaoxiao suspected that he wanted to use this opportunity to make a name for himself, but she did not care.
The young master in white asked, “Can you tell me now? How are we going to compete?”
Xiaoxiao: “Then write a few words silently.”
The white-robed young master could not help but laugh. This village girl was playing. How could she know a few words?
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Then, he heard her say, “Our time is very precious. Let’s reduce it by a few. Let’s end the battle quickly. Whoever writes faster and gets it right will win.”
The white-robed young master stood with his hands behind his back, feeling that he would win very easily.
Xiaoxiao looked at his expression and said slowly, “The nai is the nai of the word ‘cauldron’; the da is da of the word ‘dragon’; the cuan is cuan of the word ‘separate’; the huT is of the word ‘guts’; the tao is the tao of the word ‘drum’; the hud is the hud of the word ‘warrior’; write them.”
With that, she picked up her brush and started writing with a piece of paper.
The surrounding commoners looked at the words hanging on her side one after another and were very puzzled. Were they writing or drawing? Why were there so many strokes?
The white-robed young master’s face was as red as a pig’s liver. His hand holding the brush trembled again and again, but he only wrote three characters.
Xiaoxiao commented sincerely, “It’s already not easy to write three.” These words were difficult to write and not often used. If she hadn’t been so free in the past and learned them for fun, she wouldn’t have recognized a single word.
However, the white-robed young master only felt that he was being mocked. He wanted to get back at her and secretly glanced at the big words that Xiaoxiao had hung up. “I’m just a little slow. I’ll be done soon.”
Xiaoxiao smiled. “Young Master, have you forgotten that we competed in writing quickly and writing correctly? I’ve already won in ‘fast’. I’m also confident in ‘right’, so there’s no suspense in my victory. Apologize.”
The other students who came along to help him, also confirmed that Xiaoxiao was right. Although her handwriting was really not good and her words were so big, it was not difficult to see that the words were correct.
The young master in white gritted his teeth for a long time. “It’s not fair. You must have prepared these words in advance and specially used them to make things difficult for others.”
Xiaoxiao sighed. “Sore loser?”
The white-robed young master’s expression was ugly. With so many eyes on him, he could not go back on his word. He could only cup his fists and say hurriedly, “1 take back what 1 said just now.” However, he could not take this lying down, so he asked angrily, “Do you know who 1 am?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmXiaoxiao took her bamboo basket from the old man’s arms, tidied up her clothes, and walked to the crowd. She suddenly turned around and asked with a dignified and cold expression, “Then do you know who I am?”
The white-robed young master was stunned. Could it be that she was actually a young rich lady in disguise? Her eloquence was indeed not like an ordinary village girl.
Xiaoxiao patted her sleeve, her eyes filled with disdain. She turned around and walked into the crowd. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared into the crowd of commoners who were watching the show, leaving behind a group of stunned young masters.
On the other hand, the old man laughed while wiping his mouth.
Good girl, she was smart.
These people did not know who she was. Even if she offended them, she was not afraid of retaliation.
1 lowever, those silly boys were slow to react. He did not know when they would understand what she meant.
The crowd in front of the academy gradually dispersed. The white-robed young master, Lei Shaoming, became a joke instead of becoming famous. When he left, he was filled with resentment. The other students did not dare to say anything to him and bade farewell.
“Brother Lei, let’s meet another day..”
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