Old Master Sun really wasn't hopeful.
This girl was his student.
She was indeed smart and literate.
But she hadn't studied for years, and while others might not know, could he not know her capability?
He arranged coursework for Zhao Yu and then strolled over. As he got closer, he was a bit surprised.
A while ago, there wasn't a single word on the white paper on the desk. But now it was filled with neat, elegant writing.
These characters were the ones he had specifically found a calligraphy model for and taught her by hand.
Thankfully, it wasn't wasted. Old Master Sun's gaze softened slightly.
"Since it's written, don't make too much commotion."
He picked it up without immediately looking at it.
"Those who don't know might think you're a prodigy, how impressive."
"Everyone here is family, no one will ridicule you. If others find out, who knows what they'll say behind your back."
