Chen Yang said to Zheng Haowen indifferently, "Since you want a duel, bring it on! I won't bully a child, you can choose the method of duel!"
Zheng Haowen felt joyous inside and said with a cold smile, "Then let's start with a literary duel, a calligraphy battle. Do you dare?"
Chen Yang furrowed his brows and said, "Are you sure you want to compete in calligraphy? Honestly, the gap between you and me is too big. If we compete in calligraphy, you'll lose miserably!"
"Stop bragging," Zheng Haowen said proudly, "I am the last disciple of the great master Pei Qingyuan in calligraphy. How could I possibly lose to you in calligraphy! Tell me, who is your teacher?"
Chen Yang honestly replied, "Sorry, I am self-taught, I don't have a teacher!"
Zheng Haowen became even more disdainful, "A guy who came from nowhere dares to say he can beat me in calligraphy, that's ridiculous!"
