So he came to Pei's house and coaxed Pei Jian into going to school.

Because only after entering the school can he start his own performance!

Mr. Wu, who was giving a lecture next door, was the first audience member chosen by Cui Xian for his performance.

Although he was ridiculed by Master Wu as soon as he entered the school because of Pei Jian.

But after wandering around and asking around in the clan school just now, Cui Xian had a very good impression of Master Wu.

After a moment.

Cui Xian picked up the pen with his left hand and used all his strength to write an ugly, crooked hand.

Looking at the words he had written, Cui Xian was very dissatisfied.

Very well written.

no.

He crumpled up the paper and put it in his pocket.

After thinking for a while, he placed a clean, heavy inkstone on his left arm and continued writing.

After it was over, Cui Xian even had some sweat on his forehead.

Pretending to be a poor student or something...

It’s really difficult!

It seems that being a poor student is not easy.

Carefully spread out the ugly characters you have written and place them on the desk.

Listening to Mr. Wu’s lecture next door.

Cui Xian smiled and thought silently in his heart: "Dear audience friends, are you ready to witness the birth of a super genius prodigy?"

About an hour later.

After finishing his lecture, Mr. Wu came to the ear room to take a rest.

Pei Jian did not act up today, but was rather extraordinarily honest, so Master Wu was in a pretty good mood.

After sitting down in front of the desk in the ear room, Master Wu subconsciously glanced at the desk as usual to see if there was any written words that needed to be commented on.

At the same time, he poured himself a cup of tea.

As a result, just one glance made Mr. Wu's good mood disappear instantly, and he put down the teacup angrily.

He knew that the words on the documents were all written by servants and book boys.

So even if the writing was terrible, Mr. Wu would try his best to annotate it to show encouragement.

But today's writing can no longer be described as "unbearable to look at".

It's so ugly!

You can’t write such ugly words even with your feet!

The writer is not only dull in talent, but also has no respect for pen and ink. He is impetuous, arrogant and conceited.

How could someone in this world write every word so ugly!

If a chicken jumps into the ink and then flutters onto white paper, it can write better than this handwriting!

What a waste of words!

Master Wu looked at the ugly handwriting and became more and more angry.

He picked up the pen and dipped it in red ink, then angrily wrote down a line of comments that would make him toss and turn, unable to sleep all night, regretful and ashamed whenever he thought of it:

"A rotten tree cannot be carved!"