Principal Liang immediately leaned in upon hearing this, staring at the paper. The delicate script bore a slight resemblance to Ye Ranran's, but it was not as pretty as hers.
He folded his arms and sneered dismissively, "It's passable. Far inferior to Ye Ranran's handwriting!"
As soon as Lu Xiuyuan heard this, he burst into laughter, "Out of all these pieces of writing, only this one is worth looking at, and you say Ye Ranran's is better? That's absolutely ludicrous!"
Principal Liang refused to believe that there wasn't something better than what he was holding. He searched through the papers himself, but none of the remaining nineteen were as good as the one in Lu Xiuyuan's hands.
Principal Liang furrowed his brows, couldn't help wondering—had Ye Ranran not written anything?
"Ha-ha, seeing a piece of writing with spiritual energy makes me so happy! Come on, let's go out and see that kid," Lu Xiuyuan said, pulling Mr. Yun's hand and heading outside.