"Why did you enter the mansion?" Qi Zhongliu asked out of boredom.

Chu Tianshu, who was busy writing for Qi Zhongliu at the desk, was writing a composition and replied: "As for the young master, I entered the mansion in March. The reason was that the steam engine in the factory exploded and killed the late emperor."

Qi Zhongliu suddenly asked: "Then what kind of factory is your father a worker?"

"No." Chu Tianshu replied: "The factory where the steam engine exploded and killed the late emperor was Factory No. 6. My father was a worker in Factory No. 5. On the day of the incident, he had some transactions with Factory No. 6, so he happened to be there.

"

"So that's it." Qi Zhongliu walked over and took a look at what Chu Tianshu had written.

The writing of the soft pen is clear and sparse, graceful, hard and thin, and it is a very standard thin gold style.

"Your handwriting is very beautiful." Qi Zhongliu said, then remembered something and said, "Oh, this won't work."

"You have to write it again. My handwriting is not so beautiful."

Chu Tianshu's movements did not pause, and his handwriting did not change.

He just said: "Young Master Seventeen, this won't work."

"What's wrong? Do you think my handwriting is ugly?"

"Everyone's handwriting has their own style. If you want to imitate it, you can't make it 100% similar, but it's not difficult to imitate it 80% of the time."

"But I can't write according to your handwriting." Chu Tianshu wrote here, just as he was finishing the composition: "You have to copy it again according to this."

"Why?" Qi Zhongliu was puzzled.

"Because you need to have a general understanding of what is written in this essay." Chu Tianshu further said: "Master, if you think this essay is an assignment assigned by your literature class teacher, she will always check it.

Right? What if she asked you about your writing ideas for this essay during class, but you didn’t know anything about your writing ideas, wouldn’t it be embarrassing in front of your classmates? "

"Then what will your female classmates think of you?"

This sentence struck a chord with Qi Zhongliu.

He had a somewhat plump figure, and teenage boys and girls always made fun of him for it.

If this goes on... everyone else has sweet love, but he is alone until graduation...

How terrible this is!

Qi Zhongliu nodded heavily: "You are right, I need to understand my composition."

Chu Tianshu nodded.

"So come and tell me what you wrote, I won't copy it," Qi Zhongliu said.

Chu Tianshu opened his mouth: "Very good."

Chu Tianshu immediately explained the content of this composition to this little fat man.

"Young Master Seventeenth, the title of your composition is 'Reciting Records'."

"That is to say, I want you to write down your ambitions."

“Since it’s a composition, you can’t simply say ‘what is my ambition’ or ‘what is my ideal’.”

"What the teacher wants to see is definitely not what you say."

"Then what does she want to see?"

"What she wants to see is your 'motivation'."

"Motivated?"

"It is a very lofty ideal and an ambition to be superior to others."

"It's the kind of thing that's almost impossible to achieve."

Qi Zhongliu suddenly realized: "She wants to see us bragging, right?"

"Yes." Chu Tianshu said concisely and concisely: "But you can't brag directly."

"Then how do you blow it?"

“Blow humbly and tactfully.”

"so?"

"So our first step is not to talk about our own ambitions."

"What should we do first?" Qi Zhongliu was curious.

“We must first praise the environment.”

"environment?"

"Yes."

"The external environment is generally divided into two or three categories."

"Two types, three types?"

"Yes, one is the objective environment."

"The guest officer's?"

"The other category is subjective."

"It sounds very profound to me."

"The objective environment is where we are."

"Location?" Qi Zhongliu felt a little dizzy.

“Is my home in a good location?”

The original location of Prince Chen's Mansion, the residence of Prince Qi, was not very good.

"The environment in our house is not good, but the general geographical environment including our house may not be bad." Chu Tianshu smiled: "If the small one is not good, we will expand it and we can always pick the one we need.

It’s good.”

"Just like Tianjing."

"From Dacai to our Yun Dynasty, the imperial capital for nine dynasties and the capital for seven hundred years, the imperial aura has been extended and noble heirs have gathered. Who can say anything bad about it?"

"Then..." Qi Zhongliu said slowly, "Then this is really good."

"Okay? If it's good, it's not too much to say, 'Treasures of treasures, sparkling crape myrtle hubs; outstanding people, nobility that lasts for thousands of years'?"

I don’t understand it, but it sounds very powerful.

"There are two other types of subjective environments."

"One is farther away, the current political environment; the other is closer, the social environment around us."

"In the political environment further away, Yun Chaosheng is in charge of governing the world, and there is a sign of peace in the world; virtuous ministers are in charge of government, and there are no leftover sages in the region. Is this good?"

Qi Zhongliu was in a daze for a while, and then he realized that Chu Tianshu was talking about the current situation: "But this..."

"Who can say bad?" Chu Tianshu asked.

Qi Zhongliu nodded: "That's good."

"Then it's okay to boast about 'the most prosperous age in history', right?"

"Absolutely no problem."

"The recent social environment is the environment around Young Master Seventeen."

"The one next to me?" Qi Zhongliu looked around and saw nothing worthy of praise.

"It's not the environment around us."

"It's about interpersonal relationships." Chu Tianshu said with a smile: "The classmates and teachers around the young master."

"What happened to them?" Qi Zhongliu's eyes were full of confusion.

He felt that although he and Chu Tianshu were speaking authentic Yunchao Yayan, he could not understand each other's words for some reason.

It's so weird, even weirder than the teacher's class.

"The young master is the grandson of Prince Chen. He goes to the highest school in the world, the 'Taiwan Academy'. Maybe the young master himself doesn't think there is anything wrong with it, but in the eyes of people like us, the people around you are all nobles from Tianhuang and Tianhuang."

The proud son."

"The teacher who teaches you must be worthy of your status."

"Ah?" Qi Zhongliu pretended to be thoughtful and nodded: "That's right."

I can't understand what the hell they're talking about.

"So there is nothing wrong with saying, 'When you travel, you will be full of friends; when you study, you will learn geography and astronomy.'"

"Probably..." Qi Zhongliu himself felt guilty.

"Let's get to the point."

"Now we get to the point?"

"Now we get to the point!"

"It's so troublesome." Qi Zhongliu became impatient: "This is not something I can write."

"But the young master doesn't want to be looked down upon by his female classmates, right?" Chu Tianshu asked.

Qi Zhongliu muttered for a while, then nodded and said, "This is something I can write."

"Now it's time to talk about yourself, young master."

"Are you starting to brag about me? Tell me, I want to see how you can brag about me."

"Three feet is a small life, but one is a scholar."

"Where's down there?"
Chapter completed!