A Long Drought Meets Sweet Rain

Some time ago, in order to improve my cultural literacy, I signed up for a calligraphy training class. Because my peers were all primary school students, everyone ostracized me and looked down upon me for still learning this at such an old age. It was nothing at first, but the maliciousness of the primary school students was really beyond my imagination. They said that I came to learn calligraphy with my foot half in the coffin. I was so angry that I cried. I wiped away my tears and ignored them as they continued to practice calligraphy. I swore that I would practice a good calligraphy and not let my money go to waste. I calmed down and carefully wrote a line on the paper: Teacher, you are a god, please update quickly!!! Urgent update!!!