Fu Sichen was truly someone that was favored by the gods.
Not only was he good-looking, he also had nice handwriting.
People would flock to get his autograph, just for the sake of getting ahold of his penmanship.
With such good innate talent, Xiao Nian felt like Fu Sichen really didn't have anything to learn from Pei Zhen's chicken scratch.
Xiao Nian's expression was sincere, and he spoke with certainty. However, Pei Zhen felt like Xiao Nian was just being jealous. [You just don't understand the appeal of my handwriting.]
"My point is that, even if I wanted to understand, it would be impossible!" Xiao Nian argued.
Pei Zhen continued to defend himself. [If he didn't appreciate my penmanship, then why would Fu Sichen save my notes!?]
Exactly. Why would he save Pei Zhen's notes?
Xiao Nian was also puzzled. His thoughts twisted and turned, before coming to the most negative conclusion.
