"Calligraphy. I want to see your calligraphy. That shouldn't be too much to ask of you, should it?" Han Xue quickly regained her confidence.
She decided not to compete with Xu Ran anymore.
With something like Go, victory and defeat could be shown very clearly. Xu Ran's victory meant his skill at Go far surpassed hers.
But that was not necessarily true in other areas.
Unless Xu Ran truly possessed world-shaking talent, she would criticize him subjectively.
In other words, she would pick bones out of an egg.
Han Xue cleared the table, then eagerly ground ink for Xu Ran.
"All right, begin."
Once everything was ready, Han Xue took a deep breath.
She no longer dared underestimate Xu Ran, much less make any grand claims.
Xu Ran picked up the brush, and his entire presence changed in an instant as his brush flew across the paper. Even without looking at his writing, those flowing, soaring movements and that bearing alone were enough to entrance countless people.
Even with all her prejudices against Xu Ran, Han Xue had to acknowledge his excellence at that moment.
Without those obstacles, she had no doubt that she would fall for him, falling deeply in love with Xu Ran.
Now, she understood somewhat why even someone as proud as her older sister would become so anxious over gains and losses because of Xu Ran.
Han Xue watched the whole time, until Xu Ran set down his brush.
At that moment, Han Xue actually felt a faint sense of loss and reluctance to let it end. Watching Xu Ran write was a pleasure in itself. Simply looking at Xu Ran seemed to offer the enjoyment of an ethereal beauty.
And as for Xu Ran's writing.
Only then did Han Xue lower her head.
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