They all have hidden attributes!

He pulled out a chair, sat down opposite Uesugi Maya, and opened his laptop: "Are there any art exhibitions in July? I'd like to participate in a competition."

The assessment is held monthly, and there are no archery competitions worth paying attention to in July, so we have to wait for the national selection in August.

"Are there any specific requirements?" Maya Uesugi asked.

"Ideally, I can make money; I'm not interested in things like fame."

Makoto Takahashi's realistic demeanor caused the beautiful girl with long, straight black hair to look away from her book and cast a scrutinizing glance at him.

Considering his somewhat somber personality, Uesugi Maya hesitated for a moment before speaking first: "Let me make it clear beforehand, I have no intention of discouraging you in any way."

"What kind of personality do you see me as?" Takahashi Makoto asked, puzzled.

She pretended not to hear and continued, "Many artists in history have lived in poverty, such as Van Gogh, who was ignored during his lifetime. Most art students in modern society are also like this."

In other words, making money by selling paintings is a very difficult thing.

"Aren't they even willing to give out prize money for those art exhibitions?" Makoto Takahashi asked.

"Art exhibitions with prize money are of a very high level of professionalism, which cannot be compared with awards like exhibitions for emerging artists."

"How difficult is it?"

"The open call for submissions for the Japanese Young Artists Exhibition, which accepts submissions from May to July, is open to all young artists under the age of 20. To be considered a young artist, a participant must have won at least one Gold Award for Newcomer."

Seeing that he didn't understand at all, Maya Uesugi patiently explained in a simple way: "This kind of group exhibition, where the participants are all traditional artists who will make a career out of art in the future, is a place where geniuses can truly stand out."

Taking horse racing as an example, the Rookie Show is a preliminary debut race, also known as a new horse race, while the Group Show is a G3 level race, attracting many strong competitors. Many lower-level races are skipped between the two.

"Anyway, there's a bonus, right?" Makoto Takahashi asked in a nonchalant tone.

It does sound difficult, but Van Gogh certainly didn't have a system, so it wasn't a problem.

He opened his browser and searched for the Japanese Young Artists Group Exhibition, which was also an Impressionist oil painting competition: "I should be eligible to participate. The highest gold prize is only 10 yen?"

“What matters is fame.” Uesugi Maya gave her a look that seemed to ask, “Do you even know anything about art?”

"No wonder artists are all poor."

“Selling the paintings will bring you money, but winning awards in professional group exhibitions like this only gives you recognition in the art world and makes you start to be scrutinized more broadly.”

"I'm counting on you to handle the competition. I'll finish the artwork as soon as possible next month." Takahashi Makoto closed his browser and opened his bass lesson.

In his eyes, Uesugi Maya had become nothing more than a manager.

The agent tapped the laptop screen with her finger, expressing her dissatisfaction: "I can lend you the computer, but don't you know how to use email?"

"What if it delays my bass learning progress?" Makoto Takahashi asked rhetorically.

The manager glared at him irritably, gritted her teeth, and then swallowed her anger and continued reading the music arrangement manual.

Makoto Takahashi watched an online class and practiced bass chord progressions for a while, then, feeling a bit bored, looked up at Maya Uesugi and asked:

"No tea? It doesn't feel like the Light Music Club if we don't drink tea."

"Go to the next room and soak in it yourself." The agent's attitude was somewhat indifferent.

Makoto Takahashi was feeling a bit lazy, so he asked her, "Do you have any drinks? I'd like a Coke."

There are vending machines on the first floor.

"I want to learn bass."

Snapped--

Maya Uesugi closed the book in her hand, stood up, and shot a cold gaze down at him.

Makoto Takahashi opened a new online class and pretended to study. After a few seconds of silence, she walked out of the office.

Hell Girl doesn't seem that hellish, Makoto Takahashi thought to himself. If he could accurately pinpoint her weaknesses, life would become much easier.

It feels like pinching a cat by the scruff of its neck; most cats will immediately become docile.

Maya Uesugi's nape is clearly defined as: defeating Yuki Tatsumi in areas that interest her, rather than bass or a band.

Of course, the price of contacting her in this way is that you must complete the process that aligns with her plan, such as your guitar practice progress, otherwise you will be met with her hissing.

From this perspective, Hell Girl is even kind of cute.

Makoto Takahashi is very committed to his contracts and would never just take money without doing anything. This past week, he has been coming to the clubhouse every night to learn bass and has also continued his archery training.

Compared to the Hell Girl with excellent service, the Angel's attitude was terrible. It was as if he had disappeared, and he hadn't appeared in Makoto Takahashi's sight for a whole week.

Chapter 27 An Encounter with the Angel

Sunday, August 5.

Chiyoda Ward, Hashimi Honke.

As the rainy season draws to a close, the weather is becoming increasingly muggy.

Deep within the damp maple trees, Tatsumi Yuki, dressed in a kimono, sat in a tea room with open washi paper doors on all four sides, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves, a sense of unease rising in her heart.

They're all trash, complete idiots.

She felt as if she had suddenly swallowed something very spicy; her heart was pounding, and her fair and innocent face was visibly flushed.

—It wasn't a young girl's hazy infatuation or a budding romance, but rather a deep, warm feeling.

boom--

He slammed the teacup aside, the hot tea seeping dark into the tatami mat.

"Miss, Takahashi-kun's information has been collected and has been evaluated and integrated by psychological experts."

Kashima Reiko walked into the tea room carrying a thick stack of documents, only to be met with Tachimi Yuki's brutal gaze. She immediately retreated outside.

After standing silently for a while, she heard soft footsteps behind her. Kashima Reiko stepped aside to make room for her and bowed her head slightly.

A beautiful woman in a kimono entered the tea room and cast a gentle glance at the irritable Tachibana Yuki: "Yuki, have you been under too much pressure lately?"

"It's alright, Mother."

Yuki Tachibana shook his head, let out a soft breath, and looked back at the laptop screen: "I can do it. These idiots will learn their lesson after just a little pain."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ye's face hardened, and a hint of worry appeared in her gentle, beautiful eyes.

“Xiaoxing, you don’t need to rush to take over the family business. Your mother is still very young. At this age, you should enjoy your youth more, such as finding a boyfriend.”

“I can,” Tachimi Yuki managed to say.

Seeing that Qin Ye was speechless, he walked to her side and closed the laptop screen.

Only after her daughter raised her face and gave her a stubborn look did she slowly speak: "After Yachen passed away, you have always been eager to achieve results. This strong leadership style may have added a lot of pressure to the people below you."

“They’re just too stupid,” Tachimi Yuki retorted.

"You're too harsh, treating your subordinates like tools. They're human too."

After a moment of silence, seeing that her daughter did not speak, Li Jianqin continued to persuade her gently: "I understand that you crave control and domination over others in order to gain a sense of security, but a true leader has his own leadership style and will also consider the feelings of team members. You still have a long way to go before you become a true head of the family, so don't be too eager for quick success."

Li Jianxing remained silent, pursing her lips, her beautiful blue eyes filled with even more anxiety and unease.

“Don’t get involved in family matters anymore. Isn’t there a national selection in August? That’s what you should be doing at your age,” said Tachimi Kotoha.

"Really." Tachikami Yuki stood up unhappily and walked straight to the door.

After she left, Kashima Reiko entered the tea room, placed the documents on the tea table, and then picked up the teacup from the tatami mat.

"I really don't know what to do. Lengzi is a serious person, and I'm not good at comforting people. Without someone with a sensitive heart to provide stable support, it will be difficult for Xiaoxing to grow up."

Kotoha's expression softened, but then a look of worry crept onto her face: "If she can't understand other people's needs, how can she win their trust and respect? Simply trying to control them won't work; cooperation is very important."

"I will do my best." After saying that, Kashima Reiko ran after Tachimi Yuki.

“Koyuki knows you too well, this won’t do.” Tachimi Kotoha murmured, glancing at the tea table and picking up Takahashi Makoto’s file to look at it.

[Makoto Takahashi, male, born in Kyushu...]

[According to neighbors, typical characteristics include: quiet and withdrawn, emotionally stable, and possibly with idealistic tendencies...]

[Based on feedback and assessment from classmates, the dominant personality function is identified as FI, indicating a deep-seated self-value system and a natural resistance to external rules...]

[Based on their strong self-awareness, it is initially inferred that they have an extremely high possessiveness, but surprisingly, they show almost no desire for control, which is very rare...]

[The following is a detailed analysis report based on oral accounts from teachers, classmates, and other individuals.]

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It's so annoying. They're clearly too stupid to understand how they got to their positions. They don't even deserve to be tools.

Mothers are the same; what's wrong with pursuing efficiency?

Most people can't handle sincerity; once they do, it only breeds arrogance and greed.

Yuki Tachibana was anxiously thinking, his gaze sweeping over the rain-soaked street scene as he walked briskly under the heavy rain clouds of Chiyoda Ward, umbrella in hand.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, as if responding to her feelings. Her wooden clogs clattered, splashing water and soiling the hem of her kimono.

Stepping out of the main house of Tatsumi, still pondering her mother's criticism, Tatsumi Yuki sighed dejectedly and headed towards the shopping street where she often bought chocolates.

Eating sweets can improve your mood, and you should eat them even more when you're in a bad mood; this is a rational approach.

She heard hurried footsteps behind her, but she ignored them. Without turning around, she knew it was Kashima Reiko following behind.

There's nothing particularly interesting to see in Chiyoda Ward, except for today.

Stepping out of the store, taking a bite of chocolate, and just as I looked up, I saw a familiar figure holding a transparent umbrella, walking across the street.

Chengjun, why are you here?

She composed herself, flashed a sweet and gentle smile, and waved to him: "Takahashi-kun?"

"Senior Lijian, it's been a long time."

Makoto Takahashi stopped and turned around. His greeting revealed a clear sense of unease, as if he hadn't expected to run into him here.

When she was in a bad mood, she met someone she liked and felt a strange sense of closeness.

"It wasn't for very long. I only took three days off from the academy."

She slowed her pace, her wooden clogs splashing through the puddles, and slipped under Takahashi Makoto's umbrella, handing her own umbrella to Kashima Reiko who had followed her.

"Junior, do you have anything to do today? I happen to know this area well and have some time to keep you company."

"Are you really okay? I've been trying to give up unnecessary politeness and social niceties lately."