After Lu Qixiu came up, he captured everyone's attention, and they were feeling displeased.
Now seeing Lu Qixiu holding the brush in such an amateurish way, and hearing his compliments, a few of them felt disdainful.
One of the disciples said, "It's okay, go ahead and write. We won't laugh at you."
"Yeah, you're young, it's fine if you can't write well, brother can teach you."
"Good calligraphy isn't achieved overnight. It requires diligent practice. Even I spent ten years achieving what I have today. You're still young, naturally, you can't match us yet. Keep trying."
...
Xia Weibao turned her head and leaned directly against Lu Hualiang, this son was clearly doing it on purpose!
She swore, she definitely didn't teach him this!
On stage, Lu Qixiu felt it was about time and gently smoothed the Xuan paper on the table.
The brush in his right hand spun lightly, and as it stopped, the grip changed completely, even his demeanor transformed.
