Lu Shang smiled calmly and slowly approached Chu Cha, pinching her shoulder. "Second Miss is used to playing the pitiful one, but you cant do such a thing. However, Master is still a soft-hearted person, so this matter still needs to be handled carefully to grasp their handle."
"A handle for Lius family to grasp, once Old Master sees Second Miss, its like a fishbone stuck in his throat."
Chu Chas lips curled up coldly, "If the Liu family had any leverage, would I have been bullied by those two mother and daughter for so many years?"
Lu Shang hummed softly, his dark eyes, like black wood, slightly lowered, covering the darkness within, "Who says evidence has to be real?"
Chu Cha suddenly smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes.
She grasped Lu Shangs wrist that was massaging her shoulders, and warned in a low voice: "The reputation of the Zuo Residence cannot be tarnished."
"Thats natural."
Then Chu Cha flipped through the bookcase, found a few original owners word posts, and threw them all into Lu Shangs arms, with a proud look, "Miss has finished her homework, dont even think about being lazy."
Lu Shang slightly bowed his head and made a gesture of greeting. Only after the girl left the house did the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly fade away.
He calmly flipped through the character poster without a ripple.
It was a long time before he spoke lightly, his voice clear and cold.
"The handwriting is quite ugly."
......
The second day.
Early morning.
Mr. Qiu looked over the students homework before class as usual.
One by one, he looked through them, stroking his beard with a satisfied expression on his face, nodding his head. Every time he finished looking at one book, he would call out the name of a student to come over and take it.
He suddenly let out a deep sigh and shouted somewhat helplessly: "Chu Cha."
Chu Chas eyebrows slightly furrowed, but only for a moment before returning to her usual calm demeanor. She walked up to Mr. Qiu and bowed her head in greeting, "Sir."
Mr. Qiu looked up at Chu Cha with a sigh and handed her the homework book again.
This student, although being arrogant and unruly on ordinary days, is always obedient and well-behaved in front of many teachers, her academic performance is also top-notch, and her poetry and essays are exquisite, she is the number one talented woman in the capital.
But the handwriting is...
Chu Cha looked puzzled and turned around, suddenly stunned.
This handwriting...
Her eyebrows twitched slightly, and she suddenly felt a sharp headache.
She cant write brush characters, so she let Lu Shang write her homework. Originally thought that the host had the title of First Talent Girl in Beijing, the handwriting must be good.
But who would have thought...
The original hosts reputation as a talented woman is also too perfunctory...!
No wonder Mr. Qiu had a helpless look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but couldnt bring himself to speak.
It should be the hosts handwriting that has been taught many times, and the host often practices calligraphy in the study, but still hasnt made much progress.
After a long time, the master also didnt know what to do anymore, thats why he was so helpless, but not angry.
Chu Cha bowed again, "I will definitely practice calligraphy day and night when I return."
Mr. Qiu raised his hand slightly, indicating that Chu Cha should go down first.
"Lu Shangs words are indeed excellent." Mr. Qiu said, stroking his beard.
This young man was born without a high status.
But his thoughts are quick and agile, the articles he writes have a clear thread and are full of vitality; his handwriting is also bold and powerful, like a dragon leaping out of the clouds.
If cultivated, he will surely become a great minister in the future.
Lu Shang smiled faintly and nodded his head, "Sir, youre overpraising."
Mr. Qius eyes showed even more admiration, and he thought to himself that someone of this age who is so humble and unassuming will surely become a great talent in the future!
Chu Chas eyes narrowed slightly, filled with a look of displeasure.
This state continued until after noon when Lu Shang finished her homework for her.
Looking at the scribbled handwriting on the book.
She tightly pursed her lips and tore the book to shreds, then tiptoed up and grabbed Lu Shangs collar, pinning him against the table.
Her voice was as calm and clear as ever, but with a hint of embarrassment that couldnt be ignored. "Sir didnt say your handwriting is the best? Teach me."