But her way of not even being able to hold a brush properly is truly irresistibly cute.
Feeling like Nie Jiuque across from her was laughing, she glanced up and glared at him, then lowered her head to continue copying.
"Little girl?"
"..."
"Little girl?"
"..."
"You better not talk to me, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?"
"..." She didn't speak, probably couldn't think of how to deal with him.
Nie Jiuque also stayed silent, sitting quietly across from her, resting his chin on one hand, watching her with interest, occasionally picking up things she had painstakingly copied to take a look.
Seeing her struggling to write, occasionally shaking her sore little hands, Nie Jiuque said:
"Why so serious? Just move your fingers and let the brush write on its own, isn't that easier?"
"You think you're the only clever one? My dad would notice at a glance."
"That's because your Immortal Technique isn't skilled enough. If it were me, I guarantee your dad wouldn't notice."
