The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 211 - 212 Three Character Classic

Chapter 211: Chapter 212 Three Character Classic Chapter 211 -212 Three Character Classic Nian Shutong’s consciousness had already probed into the Sea of Consciousness, mainly because if she didn’t come in, these two would turn her Sea of Consciousness into a battlefield.

“Stop, stop, stop!”

Nian Shutong’s conscious avatar, a little person, pulled apart one Daodao and one seed.

She first looked at Xiao Ba, examined him carefully, and asked, “Can you move?”

“Yes, indeed! Host! Xiao Ba is soul-bound with you!”

Soul bound?

“So, you’re saying you know about the discussion between Daodao and me regarding fighting?”

Seed Xiao Ba, with its fingerless hands, suddenly covered its eyes and shook its head.

“Xiao Ba doesn’t know! Xiao Ba doesn’t know!”

Nian Shutong was amused by Xiao Ba’s act.

Was he helping her deceive the Crystal Stone?

“Alright, you don’t know,” said Nian Shutong, removing Xiao Ba’s hands, and then turning to Daodao.

“Daodao, this is Xiao Ba. Although it came later, we must remember that it saved us both under the Heavenly Thunder.”

“Though we are not good people, we should still make the distinction between gratitude and grudges clear.”

Nian Shutong took Xiao Ba by the hand and walked in front of Daodao, saying, “You can fight and brawl, but mind the limit, no injuries allowed!”

“Do you understand?”

Nian Shutong’s stern “Do you understand?” elicited a soft acknowledgment from both Daodao and Xiao Ba: understood.

Nian Shutong nodded in satisfaction and decided not to meddle with other matters.

The way to get along ought to be discussed after actually getting along.

“Alright, Daodao, I’m looking for enlightenment books for the children of Blue Star,” Nian Shutong said.

She had learned from the Star Network that interstellar schools simply force-fed the material: they tell you a word, you memorize it, and that’s that.

There were no accompanying texts, no explanations, nothing at all.

She found it somewhat boring, let alone those lively and active children.

“Master, there are the Three Character Classic and the Thousand Character Classic, both suitable for enlightenment.”

Nian Shutong first glanced over them and thought they were excellent, but how could she distribute them?

Transcribe them by hand? It was not a bad idea, to make them into booklets for the kids, certainly better than reading from a Light Computer.

It felt like holding a book gave a greater sense of the weight of knowledge.

Thinking it, she did it; Nian Shutong opened up the Star Network and bought paper, ink, brush, and inkstone.

Thanks to the high appreciation for traditional culture in the interstellar community, while not widely developed, the basic accessories were still complete.

While waiting for the delivery robot, she asked Daodao, “What were you doing just now, Daodao?”

“Master, Daodao was preparing to move the next novel.”

“Hmm? Has your like-based book selection come up with a result?”

“Not yet, the results come out tomorrow.” Daodao opened the page for Nian Shutong to see clearly.

“But Daodao thinks it’s almost certain, the likes for the Martial Arts genre far exceed the others.”

Nian Shutong looked at the Light Computer’s page, where Martial Arts had the most likes, and the reason was that it contained a character for hero.

Coming in second place was Immortal Hero, which didn’t make it to first place because people feared Daodao would write Bi Yao again.

The readers expressed they couldn’t take it, so even the fans of Immortal Hero deliberately chose Martial Arts.

As for the others, they were lagging far behind.

“Daodao, which book are you writing?”

“Master, it’s the Heroic Legend of the Condor. This book is super amazing! It has survived for ages on Earth and has been adapted into numerous TV dramas.”

“This time, Daodao plans to move the entire book in one go, letting readers enjoy it to the fullest.”

“Good.”

Nian Shutong finished communicating with Daodao, said goodbye to Xiao Ba, and then left the Sea of Consciousness to wait outside for her robot.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait too long. The arrival of the robot didn’t attract any attention, and Nian Shutong took the goods back to the small wooden house.

“Hmm? Is this ink?” Nian Shutong picked up a bottle of ink, scrutinized the bag thoroughly, but indeed did not find any ink stick.

It seemed that it was written with this.

She poured out some of the ink, and now she didn’t need to grind it anymore.

Spreading out paper, Nian Shutong first trimmed it to the size of a book to make it easier to bind into volumes after writing.

Nian Shutong took a brush in hand and practiced on some spare paper first.

“Not bad, not too rusty.”

Nian Shutong was skilled in calligraphy and understood a bit about painting, but only ink wash or, you might say, concept paintings.

The further one progressed in cultivation, the more one pursued sudden realization, and not merely relentless refinement.

Therefore, cultivators of that time would cultivate one or two hobbies.

Nian Shutong had three hobbies, calligraphy, painting, and one that no one would expect.

Embroidery.

However, her embroidery was unlike others’—it was more like playing with a needle because she liked to embroider with poison on flora.

But setting aside that hobby for the moment, Nian Shutong’s calligraphy was indeed quite good.

After all, she was someone who could have sudden realizations through calligraphy. She must have reached a certain realm.

Expert in the ways of the brush, Nian Shutong settled down on a stool and commenced copying the Three Character Classic.

Human at birth, innately good. Nature similar, habits make distant.

If not taught, nature will shift. The way of teaching, value focus.

The morning sunlight was just right, not ostentatious, not blinding.

Nian Shutong sat with a straight back, her wrist turning as she wrote, the ink flowing, and the legacy continued.

When Fu Yunhe finished his morning arrangements and thought to come over and call Nian Shutong for a meal, he paused and slowed his breathing as he passed by the window of the small wooden house.

His gaze traveled through the four-sided windows, penetrated the soft light, and landed on that exquisite profile.

The seductive beauty mark at this moment held not a hint of allure, but rather exuded a serene beauty; each brow and eye formed a character.

Occasional flutters of eyelashes, the cherry blossom pink lips, the slender neck.

At this moment, Nian Shutong was like the most delicate silhouette, no need to see the whole, just that slight shadow alone was enough to stir one’s heart.

What was she doing?

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Fu Yunhe had never seen Nian Shutong like this. He wondered, which side was the real her?

Or perhaps, every side was her, and it was just that he knew too little.

Nian Shutong, who had been writing all along, naturally sensed Fu Yunhe’s arrival. She had been waiting, waiting for him to speak.

But why hadn’t he said anything?

What had brought him here?

Was it not to call her for a meal? Or was he simply passing by?

The aroma of food in the air made Nian Shutong put down her brush and turn her head.

“Xiao He, what are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything!”

Fu Yunhe replied in a panic, thinking that Nian Shutong was reproaching his gaze. After blurting out a response and seeing Nian Shutong’s strange look, he felt he had overthought it.

“Heh… I came to call you for a meal.”

By this time, Nian Shutong had already stood up, her scholarly aura gradually fading as she did.

She walked over to the window and took a closer look at Fu Yunhe, that gaze making him somewhat uncomfortable.

The two of them, one inside the window and the other outside.

One was awkward while trying to appear calm, and the other was teasing while being calm.

“Beauty, did you discover I’m quite beautiful?”