Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

However, Xu Sheng didn't ask the question, but greeted Jing Shu in a very friendly manner.

"Hello, Jing Shu. Since you're Jing Ran's new friend, would you be willing to help these children write the calligraphy practice books they'll be using soon?"

Xu Sheng smiled and extended an invitation. The children, who should have been studying quietly, curiously peeked out, and Jing Ran also looked at Jing Shu.

"Then I shall respectfully accept your offer," Jing Shu said with a smile.

The children inside gasped in surprise. Were they going to copy the handwriting of these two handsome young men today?!

Just then, he hadn't found a suitable reason to stay any longer, and an ambiguous emotion flashed in Jing Shu's eyes.

He always felt that if he left like this, he would definitely miss something.

Xu Sheng asked the two to sit in the classroom while he went to prepare the paper and pens they would need.

Once Xu Sheng left, the group of children couldn't sit still any longer. They pushed and shoved their way to the two of them.

"Brother Jingran! Who is he?" a little girl asked curiously.

Jingran stayed at the private school for a few days, and the children all got to know him. Although Jingran seemed a bit aloof, the children didn't care about that. They just thought Jingran was super handsome and super cool!

“My new friend is named Jing Shu,” Jing Ran explained.

"Huh? He shares the same surname as Brother Jingran!"

"He's just as handsome as Jingran!"

Are you two brothers?

"..."

The children were chattering away, and Jingran was a little flustered, unsure of which one to respond to first.

Jing Shu, on the other hand, was much calmer and patiently answered each child's question.

"Yeah, I share the same last name as your brother, and I'm just as handsome, but we're not brothers, we're friends..."

The nascent soul inside the ancient jade was about to explode, chattering incessantly, it was so noisy! It was even more terrifying than Meng'er and Jingyou!

Jing Ran watched Jing Shu handle the children with ease, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. Jing Shu, you are truly amazing!

"So, between Brother Jingshu and Brother Jingran, whose handwriting is the best?" a little boy asked politely, raising his hand.

"Hmm...that's a good question." Jing Shu pretended to ponder for a moment before slowly answering.

"How about we have Jingran and Jingshu compete?"

All eyes turned to Xu Sheng.

As Xu Sheng walked over with his things, he overheard the boy's question and replied with a smile.

"You guys be the judges, give your opinions, and then choose your favorite font to copy, okay?"

"Great!" The children readily agreed with the suggestion.

After putting his things away, Xu Sheng handed the pen to the two of them, saying, "Then, it's up to you two to handle this."

Jing Shu took the pen and walked to his two desks separately from Jing Ran.

Xu Sheng had already seen Jing Ran's calligraphy, so he was even more curious about Jing Shu's calligraphy. Therefore, he went straight to Jing Shu's side.

"Hmm, not bad." Xu Sheng nodded to himself. Jing Shu's calligraphy was smooth and natural, with no sharp edges in the beginning and end of strokes, giving a soft and rounded feeling. It was quite suitable for these children to learn from.

In contrast, Jingran's calligraphy is clean and crisp in its beginning and ending strokes, without any hesitation, giving people a sense of determination.

Jing Shu taught Gu Meng, and the poem he taught Gu Meng as his enlightenment was "Painting," which he had studied in modern times.

It is very easy to understand, and Jing Shu wrote the same poem again this time.

Xu Sheng couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Both the handwriting and the poems he wrote were very suitable for these children to learn, as if he had actually taught children himself.

Jing Shu put down his pen. "This poem was created by someone else, but I think it is very suitable for children to learn, so I used this one."

On the other side, Jingran also put down her pen.

The boy who had been watching Jingran write ran over to Jingshu, glanced at Jingshu's handwriting, and exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Jingshu writes exactly the same thing as Brother Jingran!"

The group of children immediately erupted in excitement.

"Really?! Really?!"

"Let me see! Let me see!"

This time, the Nascent Soul didn't complain about the children being noisy.

Jing Shu turned and left his desk, then came to Jing Ran's desk. He only glanced at it before he stood there, frozen in place.

What they wrote was all about painting!

Only Gu Meng and his master knew about this poem! The familiar handwriting further stunned Jing Shu, leaving him speechless.

So it really was Master!

At this moment, the Nascent Soul wished he could turn back time and slap himself hard across the face for saying that it could never be his master!

Damn it! It really is Master! No wonder his eating habits are exactly the same as Master's! He even used his surname as an alias!

Thinking of this, the Nascent Soul cultivator felt a little smug. "Master, using his surname, hehe..."

"Jing Shu, what's wrong?" Jing Ran patted Jing Shu's shoulder, puzzled.

"I wrote this, is there a problem?"

Jingran didn't know why, but the moment he put pen to paper, this poem came to mind, and so he wrote it down.

"No, it's nothing." Jing Shu came back to his senses and stammered for once, which was rare for him.

When Jing Shu was teaching Gu Meng to write, his master asked if he had written this poem. He simply replied that it was a children's primer poem, and his master believed him.

Master really thought this poem was just an ordinary introductory poem, so he wrote it directly without knowing that his secret identity had already been exposed.

"Master... your handwriting is excellent." Jing Shu almost called out "Master," but he changed his mind halfway through, and his perfect smile finally crumbled at this moment.

His master didn't know why he had appeared here incognito and why they had happened to meet. But as long as his master didn't want him to know, he could pretend not to know.

Moreover, pretending not to know has other advantages...

Jing Shu calmed himself down and then smiled again, this time with a more genuine smile.

"Jingran's handwriting is better than mine, I admit defeat."

"I also think Jingran's handwriting is beautiful!"

"I think so too! I think so too!"

"I prefer Brother Jingshu's calligraphy!"

"I would also like!"

The children were divided into two groups: most of the boys preferred Jingran's handwriting, while most of the girls preferred Jingshu's handwriting.

"How about we call it a tie?" Xu Sheng said with a smile.

"it is good!"

This time, the children united and stopped arguing.

Actually, both older brothers have beautiful handwriting; it just depends on which one they prefer.