"What is this?" Linn Huai looked at the two boxes brought into his office by Qiann Yan, feeling a bit puzzled.
Qiann Yan: "Materials, test papers, books. If you digest all these, getting into college won't be a problem."
Although Linn Huai felt a bit overwhelmed, he still forced a smile and said, "Thank you, I appreciate it."
"You need to practice your handwriting." Qiann Yan glanced at the test papers on the table. The dog-scratch style writing could easily lose marks during exams. "There are also calligraphy practice sheets inside; allocate time each day to practice."
Qiann Yan thought to herself, this Linn Huai is smart, sure, but his education is a bit lacking, his handwriting isn't great, and his signature lacks finesse. He needs more practice.
