C274 The Wet Black Silk of Penglai Hall(4)

"Ahhhhh... Mandarin is so hard..." Little Franklin's fingers trembled as he grabbed the chalk and wrote the square word on the blackboard.

He held the textbook in his hand and was transcribing a beautiful text on the blackboard.

"Oya! Why didn't you write? Let me do it? Your handwriting is clearly the best!"

" Then you can draw it. " Oya put down the colored chalk