Zhong Jiayuan desperately made eye contact with Tang Fei, reminding him, "Tang Fei, take a good look. The Director's calligraphy... it's strong as iron, elegant as silver, forceful enough to penetrate the back of the paper. How well it's written, isn't it? Where is it not good?"
Zhong Jiayuan didn't understand calligraphy, but after seeing the protagonist praise someone's writing in a martial arts movie, he applied it directly, copying it verbatim.
Who cared about the differences between the various script styles of seal, clerical, regular, running, and cursive?
He had dealt with Tang Fei. This lad had both high emotional and intellectual quotients. Otherwise, how could he have gained the intimate favor of the Princess? And how could he be accepted as a disciple by the Great Grandmaster?
Just because he was good-looking?
There were plenty of good-looking people. With technology and hard work to enhance them, was there anyone who didn't look good these days?
