"Is this... really difficult?"
Making ceramics was her hobby, and she had once taken an artisan as her mentor, spending a long time studying the different methods and uses of creating ceramics.
As for painting, that goes without saying, it's a compulsory course for a young lady from a prestigious family, any young lady pulled from Damo would know how to do it.
Just regaining her senses, Fang Yining's mind was once again sent spinning by these three words.
Is it hard?
Of course! Is that even a question?
Junior Sister Tang, can you not be so adorably clueless? It's too scary, alright?
"Professor, why do I feel like I'm a waste of space—"
As a graduate student at Imperial University, many people said he was a genius, an academic mastermind, and Fang Yining always thought he truly was one.
However... these past few days had him doubting himself.
Fang Yining felt aggrieved and turned to his mentor for comfort.
