There were many students in the calligraphy classroom, and hardly any were smiling; most had frowns and troubled expressions.
The option to study calligraphy was mostly enforced by parents, with very few children choosing it themselves.
Actually, if it weren't for their parents forcibly adding calligraphy, they wouldn't even know what calligraphy was.
As soon as Little Taotie entered, she heard Little Fatty's loud voice, "My dad told me this was the easiest, that all I had to do was write some characters! Liar! Big liar! Is this just writing characters? Writing with a brush, I can't even write characters at all! One stroke and it's just a blot of ink. I thought I wrote a character, but it's actually just a blot of black!..."
Listening, Little Taotie deeply sympathized and nodded vigorously.
