Chapter 420: Why can't he raise which pot? !!

Luo Qingyu was a special agent in her previous life. This description of painting was naturally a compulsory homework, but she was drawing infinitely close to the real thing at that time, trying to be realistic, like foreign oil painting.
This time, she painted a freehand Chinese without a teacher. With a few strokes, a character jumped onto the paper, both in form and spirit ...
The last stroke was settled intently, and she exhaled contentedly.
Who said she wouldn't be able to paint freehand?
Looking at this one, a few strokes traced the person's strengths ...
Alas, wrong! She obviously wanted to copy the paperwork. How could she suddenly paint a picture and make a painting? !!
And he actually drew—or the perverted great master!
Luo Qingyu suddenly woke up and took a subconscious look at the document. The word on the document was gone, but she had not written a word!
day! Sure enough, he has been destroyed by him for a long time, and his head is dead!
This should make him discover, do not know how to laugh at her? !!
She didn't care about admiring her painting skills anymore, she crumpled the painting into a ball, and threw it into a nearby basket.
After thinking about it, she took out the paper ball again, shredded it, and convinced that she could never put it together again, she threw the shredded paper into the basket.
After destroying the painting, Luo Qingyu began to worry about the document that had disappeared.
She didn't know the words above, naturally she didn't remember the content. Where should she get another copy?
She looked up at the pile of tall papers on the table, and her heart suddenly moved.
With so many documents this time, even if she had finished copying, the Great Teacher might not have read it all.
Why didn't she write a double copy, and if you mix it in, you can probably get over it ...
She picked up the papers and was thinking of picking one.
"What are you doing?" A voice burst out suddenly.
Luo Qingyu shook her hand slightly, startled by the sudden sound.
But after all she was an agent. She had stolen documents several times in the previous life, and she was almost caught on the spot. She could handle the past with ease, this time naturally.
She looked up calmly, glanced at the great teacher who suddenly appeared in the house like a ghost, and said frankly: "The disciples are copying documents. I just finished a copy and am trying to copy one."
The Great Teacher raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at her, and his eyes fell on the document where the text had just disappeared and Luo Qingyu had not had time to copy it, and said lightly: "Show the copied copy for the teacher Look."
Luo Qingyu jumped in his heart!
Why can't he raise which pot? !!
She paused with her fingers: "This ..."
"How?" The Great Teacher stood beside her, leaned sideways on the desk, and looked at her with a lot of time.
Luo Qingyu's heart was a move, anyway, the words disappeared after opening the original textbooks, how did he know which one?
She just fiddled with a copy and maybe passed.
She calmly took the newly copied copy and passed it: "This is the book, Master, please."