In her original life, Yue Yue was never a fan of studying.
Her mother had tried to teach her the basic characters, but Yue Yue had always found an excuse to sneak out and play.
She hated sitting still, and she hated memorized writing even more. Now, she was being asked to copy a literal book by hand.
Ten times!
"Wait, High Priest!" she cried out, but before she could finish, she felt a sharp thwack on her forehead.
"Ow!" she yelped, rubbing the spot where his finger had flicked her.
"If you don't write it, forget about eating today," Feng Yanshen said, his voice cold and final.
Yue Yue gasped. No food? She was eating for two now! How could he be so cruel to a "delicate" female?
But before she could argue or beg for mercy, the High Priest's figure blurred, and he disappeared, leaving her alone in the garden with nothing but an ancient scroll.
Damn! The world has advanced, but these temple people are really living the life of cavemen.
