When she saw the stack of signed documents, Wang Xiangxiang's eyes lit up as if she had seen a pile of bright silver.
She addressed the young ladies of wealthy families, "What shall we compete in?"
The young ladies, ready and waiting, were prepared to defeat Wang Xiangxiang at any moment.
"I will compete in chess."
"I will compete in playing the zither."
"I will compete in calligraphy."
"I will compete in painting."
"..."
"..."
Listening to everyone, Chu Lian frowned slightly. These people had really brought out their best skills, seemingly intent on humiliating the headstrong girl. Could she really handle it?
He looked over at the headstrong girl, noticing her brimming confidence, a sight he had never seen before. Could she truly be capable?
"How about this, since we're limited on time, let's proceed with all competitions at once, calligraphy over here, chess over there, and painting on that side, and we'll save playing the zither for last."
