Although very puzzled, he still took Liu Xinhua's arm and asked anxiously, "Brother Xinhua, why doesn't Mr. Qin call me? I am the protagonist today!"

"Classmate Qiao Anchu, the teacher didn't call you, please don't follow." Liu Xinhua gently shook off Qiao Anchu's hand.

Qiao Yimo snorted, and followed Liu Xinhua with his hair.

I don't know why, watching Qiao Yimo and Liu Xinhua from the back, Qiao Anchu feels uneasy.

At this time, Dong Yan came out of the bathroom. She looked at Qiao Anchu and stood there blankly, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Qiao Anchu said in a panic, "Mr. Qin just called my sister away, I don't know why."

Dong Yan was stunned, and dragged Qiao Anchu to follow him, "Go, go and see."

But both Dong Yan and Qiao Anchu were stopped outside the lounge.

When Qiao Yimo went to rest, he was a little surprised when he saw the legendary Mr. Qin.

Isn't this the teacher who said she didn't know anything?

"Why are you?" Qiao Yimo looked at the old man in front of him.

Isn't this the teacher she met that day?

Mr. Qin coughed awkwardly, then took out the painting Qiao Yimo said at Jintong Academy of Fine Arts that the painting by Master Water was too immature, and placed it in front of Qiao Yimo.

"You told me a few days ago that the paintings of Master Sui Mo's youth were not in your eyes, so I would like to ask you to revise this painting."

Qiao Yimo narrowed his eyes, glanced at Mr. Qin, then stepped forward, took the paintbrush and dropped it on several places.

"This carp... listless... looks sleepy." Qiao Yimo said lowly, then dropped the paintbrush on the scales and eyes of the fish.

Mr. Qin frowned.

"What is your relationship with Qiao Anchu from the Qiao family?"

Qiao Yimo listened, his red lips twitched slightly, "It doesn't matter."

"Look at it, it's okay now." Qiao Yimo pushed the carp painting in front of him in front of Mr. Qin.

Mr. Qin Lao and Liu Xinhua's eyes instantly brightened. This change has a completely different look from the previous painting. If you don't compare it, you can't see the problem with the previous painting. Now the comparison is a world of difference.

Moreover, this painting style is very similar to the painting Qiao Anchu showed him.

Could it be...

"Xinhua, you call Qiao Anchu over."

"Huh?" Liu Xinhua was a little dazed.

"If you ask you to go, go."

"Good!" Then Liu Xinhua went out.

As soon as he opened the door, he found that Qiao Anchu was already waiting outside, and his tone was light, "The teacher called you in."

A very happy expression appeared on Qiao Anchu's face, and Mr. Qin finally saw her.

"Mom, you are waiting for me outside!" Qiao Anchu smiled openly.

"Okay, go in!" Dong Yan looked expectant.

There was a knock on the door.

As soon as Qiao Anchu entered the door, his face turned black when he saw Qiao Yimo.

This dead turtle, how can the silver soul stay...

Mr. Qin pushed the blank paper in front of him to Qiao Anchu, "Qiao Anchu, you can play it once on the spot and paint anything you like."

"This... Mr. Qin, didn't I show you my paintings before? And you're very satisfied, aren't you?" Qiao Anchu stubbornly said in a panic.

Mr. Qin said in a deep voice, "I know, but now you play it on the spot. If you meet the standards, I will declare you as a disciple when I go out."

"Ho ho, Qiao Anchu, don't you have a guilty conscience?" Qiao Yimo said lightly.

One after the other, she finally understood. No wonder this old Mr. Qin would accept Qiao Anchu as his disciple. It turned out that he had given her paintings to Mr. Qin.

"How can I be guilty? What are you talking nonsense?" Qiao Anchu pointed at Qiao Yimo's face and said angrily.

"Then you paint." Qiao Yimo raised an eyebrow and looked at the white paper. JrNovels.com