"—.Your paintings are very good!"

Since I was very young, this situation occasionally occurred in different painting classes.

The painting teacher who paid an expensive fee was hired to hold his own painting in his hand, as if he was holding a piece of gold.

"You have a lot of talent in this area... Have you considered working hard in the future?" They always asked in unison.

And I responded to them every time with the simplest rejection.

"--No."

"What's wrong? Don't you like painting?"

Why don't you like it?

Whenever you devote yourself to painting, you are communicating with another self in the canvas.

Don’t worry about the endless worries outside, just immerse yourself in your own world.

You don’t need to hide it from yourself and speak freely.

...It is precisely because of my liking that I want it to remain unrestrained.

No one makes a request, no one specifies what to do, every subtle thing on the canvas reflects his preference.

By assembling all these elements, this picture is completed-

Works that can be drawn entirely because of "like".

After receiving such an answer, the teachers just shook their heads and sighed.

They say you are wasting your own talent.

She turned a deaf ear to those helpless or angry spurs.

Is it a waste?

Maybe.

But if it can always be what you like, what if it is wasted?

In a sense, the talent destined to be wasted is even more precious.

Although she thought about it very luxuriously, she was not without some very responsible teachers who would find opportunities to communicate with her parents.

However--

I have never been close to my father. As long as my attitude is stubborn enough, these people will eventually be futile.

She is sorry for letting down the expectations of those good teachers.

However, that was the first time she felt that indifferent family affection also had the benefits of indifference.

My father, who is very busy every day, has no time to discipline himself.

When I grew up, I did not develop in this major and no longer participated in those painting classes. This kind of thing gradually stopped.

then.

She was selfish and successfully transformed the painting into her purest hobby.

——It exists just because of your own preferences. Whatever you want it to be, what kind of hobbies it will become.

Of course... in the end, I have to thank my parents, whether it is from the previous life or the next.

If you didn’t have to worry about food and clothing at all, maybe the story would be another ending.

Chris looked up.

Although the workload has been a relaxed version that has been deleted again based on the cut, it is still not an easy task in this hot summer.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the finished paintings in front of her.

Lifelike corals and seaweed, as well as shrimp soldiers and crab generals passing through them.

A gorgeous dragon palace reveals a corner at the end of the picture.

The colors are extremely bright and beautiful, and they are like shining under the sunlight.

She nodded with satisfaction when she performed very well this time.

For myself now... this may be a few things that can prove their abilities without using magic?

Thinking of this, she snorted lightly.

I, Chris, aren't just the protagonist's halo!

"Chris, do you want to drink juice?" Suddenly, Vin's voice came from beside him.

She turned around and looked.

By the swimming pool, Jeremy was leaning leisurely on the rattan chair, holding an exquisite fan in his hand covering his chest, and closing his eyes comfortably.

Wien sat on the steps by the pool with his feet hanging on the air, holding two glasses of juice in his hand, and handed over the cup on his right.

Seeing a full glass of juice with water droplets condensed on the edge of the wall of the cup, Chris felt tired, thirsty and hot for a moment.

Before leaving, she actually brought a pot of water and put it in the black box.

However, after so long outside, the kettle must have become as hot as the temperature...

Many thoughts flashed through my mind, but in fact it was just a blink of an eye.

After a brief tangle, Miss Chris, who had not originally planned to eat the Edgeworth's stuff, took the ice juice handed to her by Wien in a little embarrassed manner.

Watching her pour the juice into her stomach bit by bit, Wien also drank the last little remaining glass in her hand.

He has been waiting here for a while. Although the juice has air conditioning, it is not too cold.

"Now that both of you have completed their work, are you going to find someone to evaluate it?" Wien asked.

After putting down half of the juice that had been killed, Chris recovered and turned to see the paintings of Songli.

Just glanced at her and she was stunned.

Seeing Chris stunned, Wien also looked at her eyes.

The paintings of Songli are also very powerful.

The bold use of colors depicts the appearance of a mermaid bit by bit.

The upper body was blocked by shells, and the mermaid swung its tail in a tilted posture, as if she was really swimming in a swimming pool without water.

She held a green branch in her hand, and her slightly green pupils had a faint smile, as if she was looking directly at the man and woman on the shore.

At the end of the mermaid, there were a few strokes to draw several cyclones surrounding her, like a vortex stirring the water waves.

"How...what, maybe?" Chris couldn't believe what he saw.

She turned around and looked at the leisurely singing ceremony on the pond shore, "Is this... really what you painted?"

Ge Li raised the corners of her mouth.

“As you see.”

Chris looked at her foolishly, then at the mermaid in the pond, but still couldn't wake up from the impact.

Wein, who was beside him, looked at his nose and his nose.

Chris couldn't figure it out, but he knew the inside story.

In order to cultivate sentiment, noble girls will learn painting more or less; in the school, each class also has a special painting course. After years of education, they do not know nothing about singing etiquette.

But even so, her painting skills can only be said to be "pretty".

This book is also a matter of course. If it weren't for sure, Chris wouldn't have chosen such a way to decide the outcome.

The reason why Song Li's painting skills have made Chris shocked him is of course-

This painting was not drawn by her.

Well... maybe it should be said that it was not drawn by her at the beginning.

After knowing the tricks that Chris was about to use, Geli immediately used the favors of the Edgeworth family to find the president of the Kingdom Painters Association and commissioned him to create a work that he could copy in a short period of time.
Chapter completed!