After Li Huai'gu left, Chen Yi was "forced" to write two calligraphy pieces.
One in Wei Qing's Style, and one in Cursive Script.
Every character bloomed with elegance, wreathed in a radiant glow that brightened the study, which had been left dim by the overcast sky.
This made Mr. Yue Ming so delighted he couldn't stop smiling, repeatedly praising the work.
However, after only a moment of admiration, he hastily rolled up the calligraphy, placed it in a box like a precious treasure, and deliberately hid it on the bottom shelf of his desk.
Seeing Chen Yi's slightly odd look, Mr. Yue Ming explained in a low voice, "The other instructors at the academy are all shameless old coots."
"If they see these, they'll inevitably come and trouble you for some. I'm doing this for your own good."
Chen Yi privately pursed his lips. 'He's just hogging them for himself, but as for his excuse... it's actually pretty good.'
Chen Yi didn't like trouble to begin with.
