Inside Scholar Meng's study.
Scholar Meng carefully examined the two pieces of calligraphy in front of him.
Zhao Zhitong stood with her little hands behind her back, standing straight and looking at the Teacher, her eyes full of anticipation.
Zhao Yue, on the other hand, stood uneasily beside Zhao Zhitong, his head lowered, staring at his toes, not daring to look at the Teacher.
After a while, Scholar Meng looked at Zhao Yue and said with a chuckle, "Zhao Yue, did you write this piece of calligraphy?"
As soon as the Teacher spoke, Zhao Yue became even more nervous. "Yes, Teacher."
Zhao Zhitong excitedly said, pointing to the other piece of calligraphy, "Teacher, I wrote this one myself. Can you tell us which one of us did better?"
Scholar Meng laughed and said, stroking his beard, "Both of you have made great progress, especially Zhao Yue, who has improved a lot."
