[Oh no, oh no, the eldest senior sister definitely heard you discussing her just now, she's very petty, she'll definitely use high standards to make things difficult for you, if you can't make her happy, you might not need to come tomorrow]
After pondering for a moment with a frown, Jiang Lu took the pen and paper and wrote:
[Then I'll come the day after tomorrow]
[?]
While the two were passing notes, the eldest senior sister had already quickly glanced through Fan Jin's article, nodding slightly, "The writing is passable, and the skills have improved."
Though the praise was reluctant, it was all about the standards used to give it.
This was the eldest senior sister's assessment; to the outside world, that meant Fan Jin would be considered a great literary talent, high or low.
So, the tension on Fan Jin's face instantly disappeared, replaced by ease.
