The private room was filled with an awkward atmosphere that kept spreading.
"But you said you were coming to see me," Bai Yinyin sobbed through her tears.
Professor Zhao Guangming was also very embarrassed, knowing the fault lay with himself, and tried to console her, "Bai Yinyin's calligraphy is also quite good, it can be considered a pretty good talent."
Hearing this, Bai Yinyin's tears flowed even more fiercely, she wished she could throw a tantrum right there on the floor, nearly fainting from crying.
She had practiced calligraphy for ten years, and now in Professor Zhao's eyes, did it only amount to a talent show performance?
Was her dream of attending Imperial Capital University now shattered?
Wah—
Is there no justice in this world!
Why did Bai Chuwei get all the good things? It's not fair!
