"What's wrong with them?"
"Why are they all frozen?"
"Looks like they're entranced, doesn't it?"
"I think so too. Every one of them looks completely dazed."
"How come I don't feel anything? By the way, what does this say?"
"Shit, you can't read? Then what'd you come over here for?"
"Can't I just join in the fun?"
Seeing the crowd's astonished expressions, plenty of people couldn't understand what was going on. After all, they really couldn't see what was so special about it.
Even Gu Minglou looked utterly puzzled.
"Brother Chen, could they be reacting this way because of your status, so..."
"What are you implying? Are my characters badly written?"
"No, no, that's not what I mean. I just can't see what's so good about them."
"You don't know shit. If you're uncultured, keep your mouth shut."
"Oh."
"Still, I don't quite understand why you wrote these three characters."
"Just tell me, are they good or not?"
"Oh, I get it now, Brother Chen. You really are clever."
The three characters Chen Changan had written were very simple: "So damn good!"
Chen Changan had pulled a little trick. After all, some people would instinctively read words aloud the moment they saw them, especially these scholars.
Chen Changan had some confidence in his calligraphy, but what if the scholars of the True Realm had a different standard?
So he'd taken out some insurance.
Even if his calligraphy didn't cut it, they'd instinctively read "So damn good!" And look, the Palace Masters themselves had said it was so damn good. How could he possibly fail?
A moment later, when the crowd came back to their senses, the three Palace Masters were looking at Chen Changan differently.
They no longer admired him because of his status, but because of his calligraphy. Their