Xu Yan looked at the other's ugly handwriting and, with a stern little face, rejected: "No!"
"Why?" Zhao Youyou furrowed her brows. His name was so hard to write, a hundred times more difficult than her own, she had practiced it for a long time last night following her dad.
Xu Yan: "Your handwriting is too ugly!"
"Fine then!" Zhao Youyou glanced at the handwriting in her hand; it did seem a bit ugly. Then she clenched her little fist and cheered herself on, "It's okay, I'll practice my writing, and next time I'll make it beautiful. Then you have to be my boyfriend, you know?"
Xu Yan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but after glancing at the ugly handwriting in her hand, he changed his mind and said, "Let's talk about it when you've practiced."
Zhao Youyou's eyes lit up, interpreting this as him agreeing.
After that, Zhao Youyou added a new task to her daily routine.
To write the character "Yan" fifty times.
