The two looked at each other in despair on each other's faces.
"Calligraphy? I can do that." Yang Leqi perked up, shaking her hands and feet and stood up.
"You can?" At this moment, everyone focused on her and said in unison.
Yang Leqi was startled by their looks, and said with some self-doubt, "I think so?"
Wang Sirui immediately enthusiastically supported her by the shoulder, led her to the table, and arranged the brush and paper, saying calmly, "Come, come, give it a shot."
Yang Leqi glanced at him, sighed, "Oh, my legs are a bit sore."
Wang Sirui promptly brought a stool over for her to sit, massaged her legs, and didn't forget to ask, "Does this pressure feel right?"
"It's okay, sigh, my shoulders are a bit sore too." Yang Leqi took the opportunity to tap her shoulders.
"I'll help." Chen Yao quickly offered to massage her shoulders.
Wang Sirui, peeved at Chen Yao's initiative, said, "Brother Yao, Yang Leqi is my teammate! Even if you massage her, it's in vain."
