By the time he finished the third one, the young master in white had already gotten someone to bring over brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. He also borrowed a table. "To be fair, we'll compete here."
Xiaoxiao suspected that he wanted to use this opportunity to make a name for himself, but she did not care.
The young master in white asked, "Can you tell me now? How are we going to compete?"
Xiaoxiao: "Then write a few words silently."
The white-robed young master could not help but laugh. This village girl was playing. How could she know a few words?
Then, he heard her say, "Our time is very precious. Let's reduce it by a few. Let's end the battle quickly. Whoever writes faster and gets it right will win."
The white-robed young master stood with his hands behind his back, feeling that he would win very easily.
