"No need, I'll buy one outside the school myself in a couple of days."
Jiang Nanshu pieced her notebook back together—it could still be written in, but the crack made it look kind of ugly.
Xu Xi still couldn't help but look at Jiang Nanshu's writing.
Why do people who don't care about proper work or love studying have such nice handwriting!
"Jiangjiang, you should enter the calligraphy contest—you would definitely win a prize!"
Jiang Nanshu was nonchalant, "The prize money isn't much."
Xu Xi: "..."
Turns out you're a money-grubber.
Jiang Nanshu glanced at her writing. In her original world, she had been a mentor in such national level calligraphy contests. If the money wasn't good, she wouldn't bother.
She thought about how she once casually replicated "The Ode on the Red Cliff" by Zhao Mengfu of the Yuan Dynasty, and how it was mistaken for an ancient relic and sent to a museum—an absurd incident.
