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Eventually, Song Jiawen agreed to Teacher Song's request, becoming his final disciple.
Song Qingping was immensely proud.
The round-faced man was also very excited—he had acquired a genius younger sister apprentice.
"By the way, Jiawen, there's a calligraphy and traditional painting competition in Beijing at the beginning of May. You should participate; I'll recommend you," he said.
Song Jiawen shook her head in refusal, "I don't have time. At the end of April, I need to go to Beicheng to take part in a physics competition."
Even if she had the time, she wouldn't go. Painting was purely a hobby and a means to earn living expenses, nothing more.
"Physics competition?"
Song Qingping frowned, "Why bother with that? It's such a brain drain. You'd be better off practicing your brushwork and traditional painting."
What a waste of talent!
