The Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong
編輯: Transn
After he had calmed down gradually, Ning Que began to zone out looking at the words on the paper. He wondered who had left behind such comments. Who was resolving his doubts? Who was helping him behind the scenes? Why was the person doing so?
He turned to look at the eastern windows. The female instructor was still writing her lowercase script and had not noticed him at all. Ning Que looked at her figure and thought about the words on the paper that disrespected women. He shook his head subconsciously. The female professor could not have written foul language like that.
Could it be the instructor downstairs? Ning Que furrowed his brows in thought, but shook his head eventually. While that instructor was humorous, he was still a rule abiding man. If he had wanted to give him some pointers, he would do so directly and not through such methods such as leaving a message.