His gaze scanned all the way to the bottom, where the four characters "For Pei Ye" finally appeared.
For Pei Ye... The scholar paused for a moment but quickly brushed it off with a smile: "No matter. Would you be willing to autograph our poetry gathering scroll? Afterwards, we could compose poetry for you... even if no one will, during the martial arts competition, we would still cheer for you."
Finishing his sentence, he opened a piece of stiff paper on the table and handed a brush dipped in ink to Pei Ye.
Pei Ye walked over, hesitated for a moment: "Should I write it myself?"
"Of course! You leave us your handwriting and after our poetry is written, we return it to you. This is the essence of our scholar exchange. If we chose someone else to randomly compose poetry, it would seem presumptuous. Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't..." The scholar looked frustrated as he knocked his head, "Sorry, in that case, I will dictate your name for you, your fingerprint will do."