Chu Zheng didn’t teach too much. After all, a person’s memory is limited, so it is impossible to learn too much at the same time.

"Write as you go." Chu Zheng prepared the blank paper and ink: "Write it a few more times and remember it."

Bu Qing nodded obediently and slowly began to trace.

A word is written in a bumpy manner at first, but it is much smoother afterwards.

When he wrote the word he didn't remember how to pronounce it, he pointed to the word and carefully pulled Chu Zheng's sleeve.

Chu Zheng patiently taught him again.

But if you can't remember it, Bu Qing will be punished...

Although Bu Qing felt that she was taking advantage of her, she felt ashamed and gave in to Bu Qing and did not dare to make mistakes casually.

Chu Zheng sorted out a stroke radical for Bu Qing at night and asked him to write down these horizontal, vertical and horizontal strokes first.

Bu Qing was about to write immediately.

"What are you doing? I'll write tomorrow, it's time to go to bed."

Bu Qing pursed her lower lip and lay back obediently.

When Chu Zheng went up, the young man leaned over obediently, surrounding Chu Zheng's waist.

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Chapter completed!