A student on his way to study hall generously gave Qin Guan his pen. Like real fans, the students organized the activity in perfect order. They were reasonably talented, and a long queue was automatically formed.
A crazy girl pulled her coat open, lifted up her sweater and showed Qin Guan her white fleece, shouting, "Sign here! Sign here!"
Bracing himself, Qin Guan scrawled his name. The crowd fell silent immediately.
His handwriting looked like the traces of a creeping crab. Qin Guan almost cried. Is it my fault that I don’t have a specific design? I hate my terrible handwriting myself!
Looking at the first lucky girl who had gotten an autograph, the other girls said, "Shall we ask for a signature after Qin Guan finishes practising?"
"Yes, that signature does not look good. Nobody would believe us. It looks like it was written by some random person. Even my handwriting is better than that!"