"Is this your handwriting?"
Qin Shoucheng stared at the character "Min" on the table for a long while. Then, his deep gaze landed on Zeng Anmin's face.
"Right here! It's right here, Mr. Qin!" Liu Xian held up the character "An" in his hand, an urgent expression plastered across his face. He strained to point at the character he was holding, trying to draw Qin Shoucheng's attention as he announced loudly, "Just now, Quan Fu copied your calligraphy and successfully entered the Dao of Calligraphy!"
At his words, all the surrounding students nodded in deep agreement.
"That's right, Mr. Qin. We all saw it with our own eyes. Zeng Liangjiang entered the Dao right after copying your calligraphy."
"Especially after Zeng Liangjiang finished writing, it was exactly like it had been carved from the very same mold as yours!"
The surrounding students began to chatter endlessly.
