Zhou Yiyi respectfully nodded to the two teachers, "Hello, teachers, I am Zhou Yiyi. I just wrote this character in front of Uncle."
The security guard next to her chimed in, "Yes, yes, she just bought the ink and brush!"
After exchanging a glance with the middle-aged man, the older one turned and looked at her appreciatively.
"Indeed, each generation produces its own talented individuals. Girl, you write really well, high-quality characters indeed. Did you attend calligraphy classes or something?"
Zhou Yiyi shook her head slightly, "My family is very poor, we don't have money for classes. I am just interested in this, so I bought copybooks and practiced on my own. But now, my parents are no longer here, and even attending school has become a problem for me, so I came here with the attitude of trying my luck, hoping to ask the teachers a few questions?"
It seems the security guard had already mentioned her situation, so the teachers quickly turned around.
