Liu Jiao was holding a notebook, copying math problems onto the blackboard—the kind where a swimming pool is being drained and filled at the same time, and you have to figure out how long it will take to fill.
Ever since she was a child, Fu Ying had been terrible at word problems. She could handle equations just fine, but word problems tripped her up; her brain just couldn't make the turn.
With no other choice, she bit the bullet and started copying the problems down. Liu Jiao had gorgeous handwriting—you could tell at a glance that she had practiced calligraphy, as her characters possessed both structure and style. Fu Ying had always envied people who practiced calligraphy; their handwriting was just too pretty. She hadn't had the chance when she was a student, but after starting work, Fu Ying had bought a copybook and practiced for a while. It hadn't given her handwriting any real bone or spirit, but it looked a lot better.
Chapter 25