Yousheng cleared his throat, his gaze drifting as he avoided looking at Xizeer.
After a while, he finally said, "Hey… bro, there's one more thing."
Xizeer: "Say it…"
"That… that…" Yousheng stammered, not quite knowing how to get the words out.
Xizeer: "If you keep hemming and hawing, get out right now and stop bothering me."
Yousheng immediately said, "I want to learn calligraphy too, can you find me a teacher?"
This time Xizeer put his phone down and sized Yousheng up several times, making him feel creeped out all over.
Yousheng swallowed: "Bro, you… don't look at me like that, it's making my heart jump."
Xizeer saw right through Yousheng's little scheme at a glance and couldn't be bothered to call him out. "Go to Grandpa, there's a ready-made one at home, and you two still run outside. Are you stupid or what."
Yousheng slapped his own forehead: "Damn, I really am stupid, how did I forget about Grandpa? I'm going right now."
Before the words even fell, Yousheng dashed out.
