Luo Qingyu was an agent in her previous life, and this tracing and painting was naturally a compulsory course, but her painting at that time was infinitely close to the real thing, striving for realism, like a foreign oil painting.

This time, she drew a freehand Chinese dialect without a teacher, and with a few strokes, a character jumped on the paper, with both form and spirit......

Unable to finish the last stroke, she exhaled in satisfaction.

Who said she didn't know how to draw freehand paintings?

Look at this one, a few strokes can trace the character of that person......

Hey, that's not right! She obviously wanted to copy the paperwork? Why did you suddenly get into a lot of enthusiasm and paint?!

And it's still painted - it's still this perverted great master!

Luo Qingyu suddenly woke up, and subconsciously looked at the document, the words on the document were gone, but she hadn't written a word!

Sky! Sure enough, he has been destroyed by him for a long time, and his head is not bright!

This is going to make him find out, I don't know how Lu Dao will laugh at her?!

She didn't care to appreciate her painting skills anymore, so she crumpled the painting into a mess and threw it into the paper basket next to her.

Thinking about it, she felt that it was inappropriate, and took out the paper ball again, and tore it carefully, and was sure that she could no longer assemble it, so she threw the handful of shredded paper into the paper basket.

After destroying the corpse of the painting, Luo Qingyu began to worry about the document that had disappeared again.

She didn't know the words on it, so naturally she didn't remember the contents, so where should she get another copy?

She looked up at the tall stack of papers on the table, and her heart suddenly moved.

There are so many documents this time, even if she finishes copying them, the great teachers may not read them all.

Why didn't she write a double one, and she would probably be able to fool it in it......

She picked up the paperwork and was about to pick one.

"What are you doing?" A voice rang out suddenly.

Luo Qingyu's hand shook slightly, startled by this sudden voice.

But after all, she is a secret agent, she had stolen documents a few times in her previous life, and she was almost caught red-handed, she could deal with the past calmly, and this time she naturally could.

She raised her head calmly, glanced at the great master who suddenly appeared in the room like a ghost, and said calmly: "The disciple is copying documents. I've just finished one and I'm trying to copy the next one. ”

The great master raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at her, his eyes fell on the document that had just disappeared and Luo Qingyu had not had time to copy it, and said lightly: "Then take the copy to the teacher." ”

Luo Qingyu's heart jumped!

Why doesn't he open which pot to mention?!

Her finger paused: "This ......"

"How?" The Great Master stood beside her, leaning sideways on his desk, looking at her for a long time.

Luo Qingyu's heart moved, anyway, the words disappeared after opening the original documents that were opened, how did he know which book was which one?

She grabbed a copy and fooled around with it, and maybe it would pass.

She calmly took the book she had just copied and handed it over: "This is it, Master, please take a look." ”