I am a voice actor, not your emotional support

"It's nothing special. I just think that it would be more direct to demonstrate it in person rather than just give verbal instructions."

"Wait a minute, if my wife's painting is finished, can you help revise it? I'd like to see the results of the course match the price we paid."

Uehara Toru smiled for the first time: "Of course no problem, then after you finish drawing, I will help both sides revise it."

Uesaka's father thought that his tone was quite unfriendly, and that he was somewhat trying to test Uehara Toru, but unexpectedly, Uehara Toru's attitude was so good, which made Uesaka's father feel a little embarrassed.

Sumire Uesaka was originally worried that Toru Uehara would be angry because of her father's sharp attitude, but seeing how well he handled the situation, her gratitude and admiration for her teacher increased a little more.

However, Toru Uehara only felt a slight sense of fatigue in his heart.

-

About two and a half hours later, both ladies finished their paintings. They played rock-paper-scissors to decide who would get the guidance first, and Mrs. Sakura got the priority.

Toru Uehara walked up to them, first carefully examined the overall painting, then took Mrs. Sakura's palette and brush, and began to make modifications to the originally simple painting.

He held the pen without hesitation and his movements were natural, as if for him, painting was like solving a simple elementary school math problem. His calm attitude could not be concealed.

Sakura Ayane witnessed with her own eyes that a seemingly ordinary sketch came to life with a few strokes of Uehara Toru.

The clouds in the sky become more three-dimensional, and the light reflections on the river and bridge surface seem as realistic as photos.

With the addition of colors, the originally realistic scenery has taken on a dreamy and hazy feeling, and the quality of the entire painting instantly jumps from the passing line to a high score level.

Mrs. Sakura looked at the painting without much surprise, but instead clapped her hands happily.

"As expected of Mr. Uehara, he is really amazing."

After stopping writing, Toru Uehara returned the painting supplies to Mrs. Sakura and slowly walked towards the Uesaka family.

Uesaka's father was skeptical at first, but after witnessing the entire process of Uehara Toru painting, especially seeing the familiar painting that became brand new because of Uehara Toru's few strokes, he was completely convinced.

This young man... is more than qualified to be a teacher, and his ability to respond to situations on the spot is truly admirable.

After Uehara Toru finished drawing, he looked at the family of three and asked with a smile, "That's about it. Are you satisfied?"

Mrs. Uesaka nodded repeatedly: "Satisfied, satisfied!"

"Can we take this painting back directly?"

"Of course, this is your work, I just made some minor touches." Uehara Toru unknowingly learned the skill of lying with open eyes, even though his modifications had made the painting look brand new and almost unrecognizable from its original appearance.

"Thank you, Mr. Uehara!" Sumire Uesaka had been holding it in for a long time and finally found a chance to speak.

Uehara Toru smiled at them, then said bluntly: "Mr. Uesaka, there is something I want to explain to you."

"Ok?"

The mother and daughter of Uesaka were smiling when they heard what Toru Uehara said, but as the conversation went on, their smiles gradually disappeared. On the other hand, Uesaka's father smiled with relief, and he immediately stood up, patted Toru Uehara's shoulder, and was so excited that he almost wanted to give him a hug.

"Teacher Uehara, it seems that I misunderstood you before!" said Uesaka's father.

"It's okay. Now that the misunderstanding has been clarified, it will help Sumire and I get along better in the future." Toru Uehara responded.

Out of curiosity, Sakura Ayane stretched her neck to listen to their conversation. After listening for a while, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh softly.

"What a fool... How could there be such a straightforward fool..." She muttered softly.

Mrs. Sakura looked at her daughter's reaction and smiled without saying anything.

-

At the moment of parting, Sumire Uesaka was obviously in a very low mood, with tears in her eyes, but she looked at Toru Uehara, her lips moved slightly, but in the end she couldn't say anything.

Mrs. Uesaka was secretly annoyed and wanted to blame her husband immediately, but considering the principle of "don't air your dirty laundry in public", she decided to wait until she got in the car to settle the score.

"Teacher Uehara, see you next time."

"it is good."

After getting in the car, Toru Uehara watched the vehicle gradually go away.

Then he turned to look at Sakura and her daughter on the other side.

Mrs. Sakura slowly rolled up the painting and asked with a smile, "Mr. Uehara, would you like to come to our house for dinner?"

"I have taken several classes with you, and each time I learned a lot. I feel it would be a bit unreasonable not to treat you."

Uehara Toru smiled and said, "You are too polite, Madam. I have something else to do, so I will leave first."

Sakura Ayane stood next to her mother, and although Uehara Toru never looked directly at her, she didn't seem to care about this detail.

Her eyes fell on Toru Uehara's back. She opened and closed her pink lips slightly, with a barely perceptible smile at the corners of her mouth.

'See you tomorrow.'

-

In the Jaguar F-PACE, a spacious car as black as ink, Mrs. Uesaka was violently scolding her husband.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you have to ruin our good thing?"

"What's wrong with me?"

Uesaka's father, who was driving, looked a little innocent, but he was actually in a good mood.

Well, it’s comfortable to talk things out with a man. There’s no such a bloody misunderstanding.

"Do you know what level of painting Mr. Uehara is at?"

"Is this important?"

“……”Mrs. Uesaka’s chest was shaking with anger.

"To be honest, this teacher is really good, Jin, you just need to learn from him without worrying about other problems. Dad will fully support you."

Sumire Uesaka didn't seem to respond to his intention. She just stared out the window with red eyes and remained silent throughout the whole process.

Why... did the teacher say those cold words just now?

Is the so-called teacher-student relationship just a transaction of money and interests, rather than a sincere treatment?

"жульн (liar)"

““But I still want to be with you”

Muttering to herself, Sumire Uesaka closed her eyes slightly and waited quietly for the time to get off the bus.

After returning to the garage at home, Sumire Uesaka opened the car door and immediately trotted away without giving anyone a chance to talk to her.

Uesaka's father was still a little confused: "Is Sumire-chan in a hurry to go to the toilet?"

Mrs. Uesaka walked up angrily, stomped on him hard, and then hurriedly left the scene like her daughter.

Uesaka's father didn't understand what was going on between the mother and daughter. He picked up the painting that Uehara Toru had just modified and placed in the trunk.

"It just so happens that my father-in-law will be back tonight. I'll ask him to evaluate it while we're having dinner to see how much it's worth."

Volume 1: Chapter 57: Separation from Teacher and Student is the Beginning

In the evening, the Uesaka family should have had a warm and harmonious family dinner. However, in this occasion that should have been full of laughter and joy, the most beloved granddaughter of the family was absent and did not appear at the dining table.

Grandpa frowned slightly and asked, "Where's Xiaojin?"

Grandma: "If you are not in a good mood, just leave the child alone for a while."

"No, I'm asking who bullied her!" Grandpa slammed the table in anger, like a general.

Mrs. Uesaka glanced at her husband standing on the edge with a reproachful look in her eyes.

At this time, Uesaka's father was sweating a little. He didn't expect his daughter to be so unhappy, but he thought his behavior was not wrong. It is every father's duty to protect his daughter from harm, and he felt that he was taking precautions before it happens.

Sitting next to him, his father-in-law, Mrs. Uesaka's father, was carefully observing the painting with a magnifying glass. After five minutes, he finally came to a conclusion.

"This painting...is not worth much."

The words of his father-in-law finally made Uesaka's father feel relieved. He even gave his wife a smug look, as if to say, "See, I told you that guy wasn't that great."

Mrs. Uesaka just wanted to roll her eyes and didn't want to say anything.

However, the old man's words slowly came out, and the atmosphere changed again.

"But the reason why this painting is worthless is that it is the result of a secondary creation. The original painting was so bad that even if later masters intervened to remedy it, it could not be saved.

Painting is like building a house, you need to lay a good foundation, especially for watercolor painting, every color blend is very critical. Once you make a mistake, the paper will be ruined.

If the painting was completed by the master of restoration from the beginning, then it would be worth at least hundreds of thousands. However, the specific value depends on the preservation state of the painting and the subsequent maintenance and treatment. "

"How much?" Uesaka's father was stunned, as if he didn't hear clearly what the old man said just now.

"Hundreds of thousands. The first author should be my daughter, right? And the expert who made up the problem is the young genius who showed us his work before?"

Mrs. Uesaka chuckled and walked forward to pour a cup of tea for her father. "Yes, Dad. But some people still think that this young artist is insignificant, and even suspect that he is a liar. They are very unfriendly to him."

"Um...you?" The old man raised his head slightly and looked towards Uesaka's father.

At this moment, the eyes of the whole family were focused on him. Uesaka's father, who was always so impressive and imposing in the workplace and business, now seemed to be a small character who could be pointed at by anyone at home.

I was forty-eight that year and stood like a minion.

Beads of sweat appeared on Uesaka's father's forehead. In the end, he did not dare to refute and left the table silently. It seemed that he would not be able to dine with his family tonight.

But he thought silently in his heart...

"Don't bully the middle-aged and poor!"

After Uesaka's father left, laughter and joy returned to the table.

"Dad, are you serious about the hundreds of thousands you just mentioned?" asked Mrs. Uesaka.

"To scare him," the old man replied, with a hint of joking in his tone, "The value of a painting depends first on whether the artist is deceased, then on the fame of the painter, and finally on the strength of the work."

"However, this young man is indeed very talented. With a little polish under the guidance of a famous artist, he will soon become an independent artist."

"Gold-plated?"

"You could say the same thing."

The grandfather on the other side just said calmly: "It's useless to say so much. It depends on whether Xiaojin likes it or not. Are artists really that rare?"

Mrs. Uesaka and her father looked at each other and smiled, without responding.

The value of artists is particularly evident in high-end social circles. They themselves are a brand and a symbol. People gather together because of the reputation and works of artists, thus forming social networks.

The real charm of artists lies in their ability to attract people, organize activities, and build a platform for communication. This ability to "organize" makes them play an indispensable role in the social circle.

It is definitely a wise choice to establish a good relationship with such people.

……

Sumire Uesaka was lying on the bed at the moment, her eyes sweeping over the various beautiful clothes displayed in her room, as well as the military models she loved. Her room seemed like a paradise full of childish fun, with all kinds of figurines and clothes neatly displayed in the window, which looked even neater and more beautiful than the retail stores outside.

However, as she grew older, Sumire Uesaka realized that simple toys and clothes could no longer satisfy her interests. She began to yearn for like-minded people and to make friends, which is why she agreed to her mother's request to try to get in touch with others.

Although Toru Uehara seemed much colder than the people Sumire Uesaka met in high school, he was the one who treated her most sincerely. He spoke directly, was knowledgeable and willing to teach sincerely, without being hypocritical, and under his cold appearance, he still hid a kind of tenderness.

But is this relationship just a transaction that will end when the time limit is up?

Is this the limit of the connection between teachers and students?

Rather than being angry at her father's impulsive behavior, Sumire Uesaka felt more of an unspeakable sadness. She had hoped that they could become true friends over time.

"Jin?" My mother's voice came from outside the room.

"May I come inside?"

Sumire Uesaka did not answer, but gently turned sideways and reached out to touch the bell hanging in front of the bedside table. After the bell made a crisp "ring-ring-ring" sound, her mother slowly opened the door and walked in with a plate of fruit in her hand and a smile on her face.

"I know you have no appetite, so I washed some fruit for you to eat."

"What's wrong? Are you feeling better?"

Sumire Uesaka didn't reply, but just watched the bell swing and then slowly return to a still state.

Mrs. Uesaka placed the fruit plate on the glass table nearby, found a chair and leaned against the bed, and said softly, "Get up, Sumire, I'll comb your hair."

"don't want……"

"Don't be upset. Your dad already knows he was wrong. This matter is over."

"It's not Dad's problem..."

"Is it your teacher's problem?"

"Indeed, his words may sound a bit ruthless, but from his perspective, that is indeed the most reasonable choice. After all, no one knows what kind of temper your father will throw next."