Jun Yuyuan: "?"
What was grabbing the sheets? Why would anyone grab the sheets?
This little girl said all sorts of bizarre things every day. He could never understand her.
"Jun Yuyuan, please teach me, won't you?"
Ye Tangtang blinked her big, dark eyes, her curled lashes like rows of tiny fans. She propped her little face in her hands, her rosy lips sticking out in a slight pout.
For a moment, Jun Yuyuan was spellbound. He lightly touched her fair little cheek.
"It's not out of the question. I need to see whether you have any talent first. Pick up the brush and write your name for me."
"Okay."
Ye Tangtang picked up the brush, still a little awkward with it, and wrote three large characters on the rice paper: Ye Tangtang.
Those three characters were all crooked and twisted, like tiny shrimp dancing. Even looking closely, one could hardly tell they said Ye Tangtang.
Jun Yuyuan's lips twitched as he looked at the three characters. He had never seen anyone write so hideously! At least today had broadened his horizons.
"Jun Yuyuan, how's my handwriting? Pretty decent, right? It's just that your brushes are so hard to use. Otherwise, my handwriting would be really pretty too."
Jun Yuyuan: "..."
"It's passable..."
"Really! My handwriting is passable? You're willing to teach me? Do I have talent? Can I write as well as you? How long will it take?"
Ye Tangtang fired off a string of questions, leaving Jun Yuyuan completely dazed.
He had no idea how he had managed to utter those words just now...
"With your talent and aptitude, if you practice diligently, it will only take three years."
"What? Three whole years? I thought three months. Three days would work too! Three years is too long. I'm