Ah this...

"Master, you can draw?"

Hearing Ning Qingxue's words, a deep curiosity flashed through Ling Qingchen's eyes.

After so many years, I have never heard of the rumors that Master can draw?

I have never seen a master show his skills.

This... Master, shouldn't he, just draw stickmans?

Do you want to teach yourself and your junior sister to draw a higher stickman?

Ning Qingxue: "???"

"A teacher can't draw, can you draw?

All the papers were taken and spread them flat on the desktop.

The small drawing class for teachers is about to start.”

Ning Qingxue gave Ling Qingchen a little unhappy.

Then he handed two stacks of white rice paper to Ling Qingchen and Luo Yun and spoke.

Luo Yu: "…"

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Good guy, I never thought that I had traveled to the world of cultivation and could not escape the curse of class.

Destiny is really magical!

“Everyone sits down.

There is a stand-up look, and there is a sitting posture.

Ling Qingchen, how is your sitting position lazy?

Let me sit upright.

I have to give my learning attitude a good idea.

This is the classroom, not the bed in your room.”

Looking at Ling Qingchen lying on the table, Ning Qingxue couldn't help but glared at Ling Qingchen fiercely and said.

Here, this is the worst person who draws.

He actually dares to be so lazy and doesn't have to study hard at all.

It's hard to come across a field that you are good at.

Is it easy to teach a class like a teacher who preaches and receives teaching?
Chapter completed!