"The characters are too complicated. I can't read them."
"Oh, right. You haven't learned to read or write yet, have you? Don't worry, I'll copy it for you after I'm done," Qian Zhuye said with a cheerful laugh.
"So loyal! I like that."
Sang Zhi paused his brush and looked up. "I'll teach you."
"Teach me? I'd rather you just copy it for me."
"If others do the work for you, when will you ever learn to recognize these? You must understand that you should learn for your own benefit. One studies for oneself, not for others," Sang Zhi said.
"Don't start lecturing like a tutor at your age. I understand the principles, and I know the characters. It's just that *these* characters aren't the ones I know." Ye Qianning had a photographic memory and was fluent in ten languages; when it came to knowledge, no one could surpass her.
The only thing was, she'd never encountered traditional characters before.
Sang Zhi frowned, completely baffled. "The ones you know?"
