Zhao Rong shook his head and pulled out a stack of papers from his sleeve.
He stepped off the platform and began distributing the papers one by one, patiently giving feedback as he did so.
Zhao Rong first approached Li Xueyou and handed him his paper.
He smiled and said, "Brother Xueyou's small script is delicate, graceful, refined and meticulous, improving with each passing time. The writing truly reflects the person, which is excellent."
Upon hearing this, Li Xueyou's face turned red, and he lowered his head.
He softly responded with a word of assent.
Seeing his shy demeanor, Zhao Rong chuckled and shook his head, then turned to walk toward Fan Yushu's desk to hand over his paper.
He looked at Fan Yushu seriously.
