Chapter 39

  Either Jiang Chuan's keyboard was too soft, or Jian Ran the hamster was too heavy - of course, he wouldn't admit to this himself. After staring silently at the keyboard for a while, the hamster jumped down from the external keyboard with elegance and lightness (in his own opinion), picked up the water pen that Jiang Chuan had thrown aside.

  Start pnb, purely handwritten.

  Jinran carefully held Jiangchuan's pen to his chest, and with a flick of his claw, he kicked off the pen holder that was loosely hanging on the pen. He then used his body to open the file folder containing the script, which had already been closed - fortunately, there were many blank spaces on the first page. Jinran thought for a moment, holding the pen that was taller than him, and began to work busily with great enthusiasm...

  The plan was to complete the writing of the five big characters "I am Yuan Jianran" before Jiang Chuan returned home. After various adjustments, the pen was held upright - during which the small paws and oily skin caused the brush to fly out countless times. Jianran couldn't count how many times he chased after the flying brush like a dog chasing a frisbee, rolling and crawling on the floor. After repeating this "dog chasing frisbee" game several times, it finally mastered the correct way for a hamster to hold a brush.

  Tuck in your buttocks and pull in your abdomen as you inhale.

  When the chubby milk tea scribbled down the first stroke of the character "I" with a flourish, it paused for a moment, feeling a bit tired. Then, thinking of the three characters "Yuan Jinran", its brain suddenly went blank.

  I'm a bit regretful that when Dad and Mom gave me this name, he didn't symbolically resist it at all.

  "Yuan Yiyiyi" sounds great.

  Of course, if his dad doesn't mind him being named after Old Wang from next door, then "Wang Yiyi" would be even more perfect.

  He absent-mindedly indulged in his own thoughts for a moment, and it wasn't until he accidentally met the faint gaze of the little black creature crouched on the tea table eating an apple that he came to his senses. He realized that sitting there with a water pen in his arms, lost in thought, must have looked very foolish. He hastily glared at the little black creature and sent it a sentence: "What are you looking at?" The clumsy milk tea hamster awkwardly turned around with the pen as its center, once again facing the white paper that had already been scribbled on by itself.

  The second stroke of the character "I" is a horizontal line.

  Carefully and seriously, he drew a horizontal stroke below the previous one - because it was completely impossible to control the force and direction, this horizontal stroke was a bit crooked, almost overlapping with the small hook, but it didn't matter, Jianran told himself that as long as the character was legible, it was okay, after all, who would have such high expectations for a cute little hamster?

  The third stroke of the character "I" is a vertical line, which will connect the small hook of the first stroke and the large horizontal stroke of the second stroke. That's right, it should be like this. Following this way, even if it's crooked, it can still smoothly become...

  Wait a minute.

  Jian Ran cautiously poked his head out from the other side of the brush, only to find that he had indeed carefully aimed at the focal point and drawn a vertical line with great care. However, just as he was about to admire his handiwork, he discovered that there was nothing on the paper except for a faint scratch. Jian Ran silently sighed in his heart, wondering if he had accidentally applied too little pressure while drawing. He had no choice but to hold the brush again and try once more, this time confirming the force, gripping the pen tightly, and dragging it downwards.

  Still nothing.

  All that was left on the paper was a vertical scratch deeper than before.

  It's as if this fountain pen ran out of ink after writing just two strokes.

  No ink left.

  No ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink, no ink...

  Jian Ran: “…………………………………”

  How can there be such an evil thing in this world!!!!!!!!!!

  He put down his pen, circled the desk anxiously, but couldn't find a replacement, so he had to give up completely. Unwillingly, he jumped off the desk and crawled back onto the tea table, hugging the remaining intact half of the apple on the desk and took a big bite. As he was crunching away, Xiao Hei poked his head out from the other side of the apple and looked at Na Cha with anger: "What were you doing just now?"

  Leave it alone calmly.

  "I know what you're doing, you're learning human writing, right? Yes, I've seen them do it, using that thing called a 'pen' to convey detailed information. A long time ago, my ancestors lived in castles, and humans were still using quill pens back then. Now it seems they've changed," Xiao Hei muttered to himself, "I have to admit, humans are really clever creatures, able to invent something like this. They even have their own writing system - we can't do that, all we can leave behind is a scent, at most telling our companions what's been here before. If we encounter one or two with a cold, I'm afraid we wouldn't even dare try."

  As the other party was lavishing such lengthy praise on humanity, he reluctantly lifted an eyelid and took a glance at Xiao Hei, thinking it would be quite interesting to hear a hamster describe humans from an animal's perspective.

  Xiao Hei: "But you won't be able to understand their writing, don't be delusional."

  "What?"

  Xiao Hei: "You're so stupid."

  Jian Ran: "......"

  Xiao Hei: "Your performance of chasing the pen holder on the table just now was enough to make me laugh until next year. You know, I've never seen a hamster that looks so much like a dog... actually, it's not entirely accurate. At least dogs have long limbs. If you must be compared, you're at most a dachshund, and one that has just given birth."

  "It's over."

  Milk tea was saying, while pushing the apple in front of her to the other side with a black belly line, and then she found a corner to hide herself, feeling extremely depressed. Jian Yan thought that she should still be able to find another way for it to communicate with the outside world, but now it really needs... quiet for a moment.

  About an hour later, Jiang Chuan returned.

  Holding a big bag of food, casually put it by the door, Jiang Chuan walked over, confirmed that both hamsters were obediently staying on the coffee table. He cleaned up the apple that had been gnawed into a mess and stuffed it into the hamster cage. Then he bent down to check Jian Ran again, and when he found a little blue ink stain on the white fur of the hamster's belly, he exclaimed "hmm" and picked up the hamster.

  Gingerly, on Jiang Chuan's palm, he twisted a couple of times and slightly raised his chin to indicate: Come, scratch.

  Jiang Chuan used his thumb to scratch the hamster, and the hamster immediately presented all four paws and tightly hugged Jiang Chuan's finger. They maintained this posture as they arrived at the computer desk, whereupon Jiang Chuan caught sight of the messy script cover on the desktop. He was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at the hamster clinging to his fingers like a sloth, remained silent for a while, and asked tentatively: "Ah Fei, did you climb onto the bookshelf just now?"

  He was taken aback and subconsciously wanted to deny it.

  But soon he reacted violently: He denied everything!

  He can show off his human behavior beyond hamster intelligence and make Jiang Chuan notice it!!!!!!

  With this thought, the hamster's eyes lit up and with unprecedented agility, it jumped onto the desktop - landing on the table with a thud. It slowly got up, shook its butt, and under Jiang Chuan's silent gaze, picked up the pen that had run out of ink at the critical moment. First, it held the pen high above its head and waved it around, causing Jiang Chuan to raise an eyebrow and withdraw his hand that was about to take the pen back.

  The hamster landed the pen with its tail flat on the ground, pressed its whole body on the pen and rubbed it back and forth, exchanged steps, jumped and rotated, jumped again, exchanged steps, slid backwards, lowered its waist, did a space step, and jumped and rotated again...

  With the worn-out fountain pen, the hamster devotedly presented a segment of fat-shaking steel pipe dance, from head to toe. It felt that its owner had already been intimidated by itself - at least it could capture this important information from the completely empty face... Thinking about what "knowing when to stop" means, before Jiang Chuan picked up his phone to call the animal mental hospital, it stopped its excited dance steps and instead stepped out with elegant lightness, starting to slide back and forth on the paper in a mannered way - although it could no longer write any marks, Jian Ran still seriously drew a "me" character on the paper with one stroke at a time.

  Removing the two strokes that were just written, there are still five strokes left. For humans, it may take less than a second to write this character, but for hamsters, this task is extremely difficult. After drawing each stroke in the air to complete the "I" character, they become exhausted and sweaty.

  But at this moment, its heart is jumping with joy - thinking that it will soon be recognized as a mouse with a human soul, and then be interviewed by the media, studied by scientists, published in magazines, eat imported nuts, marry Jiang Chuan, and reach the pinnacle of mouse life... Thinking about it still feels a little exciting.

  Jian Ran put down his pen, full of expectation as he turned to look at Jiang Chuan. However, what he didn't expect was that the man sitting at the desk had an expression that wasn't surprise, nor excitement, nor even fear - he just had a smiling face, looking at Jian Ran with a gaze full of affection, like he was looking at his own son. What kind of gaze is this? "Affection" appearing in this part of the story which is about to reach its climax clearly doesn't match the tone!!!!!

  No matter how hard you try, you still get it wrong. The one in front of you is not the sky. For a Chinese half-bucket water and half-tone person, if you write a word completely and put it in front of him, he may recognize this word - but this does not mean that when you hold a pen and scribble randomly, he can capture the spirit of your scribbles...

  The squirrel with a pen stiffly in its paws looked up at its owner with its head tilted back, its neck invisible.

  Until the man stretched out a hand, poked at its belly on top of the pen holder, and said lightly: "Ah Fei can still play with pens, really so clever."

  Jian Ran: "……………………"

  I'm so clever and I understand this principle, but then the question arises - why would a clever hamster like me meet such a stupid master?