Rebirth of a Supermodel

Chapter 063

Chapter 063

That night, Xi Ze chose to stay at Ming Xiaoyu’s home very late.

Don’t imagine crooked things. God Xi didn’t do the things you are imagining. Rather, he carefully guided Ming Xiaoyu on how to write!

Xi Ze admitted that he had a bit of an obsession with cleanliness, but it wasn’t paranoia. But once he saw Ming Yu’s handwriting, his designer aesthetics couldn’t let him bear such a detail. The muse he chose really wrote with such handwriting!

Change! It must change! Even if it didn’t look good, at least it wasn’t too ugly!

…Later, this thought slowly became ‘Well, we will start with it being pleasing to the eye.’

For two hours, Xi Ze sat beside Ming Yu, writing out each character in a seal copybook. Xi Ze finished writing and then handed it to Ming Yu to copy. The paper was transparent so it could be copied! Can’t you even draw a stroke?

Xi Ze guessed right. Ming Yu couldn’t even draw a stroke. The moment he did, the character would instantly be restored to the original dog writing, without any improvement.

Xi Ze, “…”

Ming Yu, “…In fact, my handwriting is okay?”

Xi Ze, “…”

In the end, Xi Ze completely gave up on the strokes practice, having him practice calligraphy. Who came up with this stupid idea? This little fish already had ugly handwriting to the extent that even his strokes were ridiculous!

Ming Yu said, “…I feel like your expression is saying that my characters are really ugly.”

Xi Ze asked with indifferent eyes, “Do you?”

Ming Yu carefully looked at him before nodding with certainly. “Yes, I feel like you are now saying ‘How can someone write such ugly words? Is this really a person’s writing?’ But Xi Ze, my handwriting isn’t ugly to that extent, right? I am exaggerating a lot.”

Xi Ze, “… ?＿?”

Ming Yu, “…”

Since this failed, Xi Ze’s choice was direct hands-on teaching with the youth!

As the man’s slender fingers grasped Ming Yu’s fingers while holding the pen, Ming Yu felt a strange feeling fill his heart. This posture could be regarded as an alternative type of interlocking ten fingers, but Xi Ze’s serious expression meant Ming Yu couldn’t think that.

Ming Yu had a vague guess about the man’s behaviour. But after figuring it out, his lips curved and he didn’t say anything as the other hand holding his started to write out a stroke.

Ming Xiaoyu thought his handwriting was quite good? Yes, but he also understood that Xi Ze’s characters were absolutely well written. Fei Sixin had previous said that Xi Ze wrote even better than Du Ruo. Du Ruo had been practicing calligraphy since she was 4, so you can guess how good Xi Ze’s words were.

Xi Ze’s handwriting was recognized as beautiful in the industry.

Despite holding a cheap pen and Ming Yu’s hand, Xi Ze wrote out smooth characters that weren’t sharp. His characters seemed to be like a phoenix elegantly landing on a lake, perfect and wonderful. After seeing it for a long time, he could tell that it wasn’t hard characters. It was like Xi Ze was writing with a very small pen.

A hot temperature passed down at the point where their fingers met. Ming Yu calmly looked at the other person holding his hand to write beautiful characters and his lips slightly tilted up.