What could he say? He couldn't say anything.
Shen Bai felt he'd already done a good job just by smoothing things over this far.
"You have no appreciation for elegance."
The Dean set down his brush. "Such fine calligraphy. What a pity."
Shen Bai: "..."
'The Dean might have a screw loose,' he thought.
After all, the calligraphy was truly hideous.
"If I may ask, Dean, why did you summon me here?"
Shen Bai set the "Woman's Treasure" aside and asked.
'I'd better get straight to the point,' he thought. 'Otherwise, if the Dean writes a few more "Heaven Rewards the Diligent"s with that horrendous calligraphy, I'm afraid I'll puke and get a beating for it.'
The Dean pointed to the seat beside him. "Sit. Let's talk over tea."
Shen Bai nodded, walked over to the seat, and took out a teacup.
Only then did he notice that the lid of the cup also had characters on it. It was the Dean's handwriting, unique in its ugliness.
