[Fuck, I'm stunned, so this calligraphy was also written by her?]
[And she still called these characters trash? Can't understand.]
[To the one in front, you just don't get it, huh? I study painting at the art academy, and every time I look back at my old paintings, I think they are trash.]
[Me too, me too, it's unbearable to even look at them, wondering how I could have painted something so ugly.]
[Absolutely amazing, I'm in love with this classmate, didn't you say the calligraphy wasn't written by me? There you go calling the calligraphy you think is good trash, and then I write another one on the spot to slap your face, how painful is that?]
[Ouch ouch ouch, Lin Xi's face has turned blue.]
Lin Xi became famous at a young age, full of pride.
He began his career early, and his teacher is a calligraphy master of the same generation as Sheng Qingtang.
This was the first time he had been scolded by Sheng Qingtang and criticized by so many others.
