This fellow couldn’t remember how many self-criticism letters he had written in the past, so he wrote a random number and wrote a piece of paper in a carefree manner before handing it over to Di beiming.
Di beiming glanced at it and said with disdain, “You dog-like calligraphy hasn’t improved at all! Since you have the time to cause trouble everywhere, you might as well practice your calligraphy.”
A certain Jiu cursed in her heart. Practice your head! Although my writing isn’t good, my drawing of yours is very good!
Thus, this fellow’s thoughts went astray!
Di beiming read through the self-criticism book. Although he felt that it was more perfunctory, it could be considered as a little caution. Thus, he said, “Although the words are ugly, the content is passable. Do you know that it’s Wrong?”
A certain Jiu did not say anything.
Di beiming frowned and raised his voice, “Little Jiu, what are you thinking about?”
