I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

Then, she gestured to her daughter with her eyes.

Yui immediately understood and hurriedly handed over the cookies she was holding.

"T-Teacher! This...I made it! Although...it might not look very good..."

He didn't look at the obviously more ornate three-tiered food box. Instead, he smiled, took a crooked cookie from Yui's hand, which was trembling slightly with nervousness, and put it in his mouth.

Crunchy.

He chewed it carefully for a few moments, then looked into Yui's eyes and gave his evaluation.

"Although you look like you're trying very hard, you taste very gentle, just like you."

One sentence made Yui's brain go blank, all the tension and anxiety were instantly cleared away, leaving only a burning blush on her face and a heart that felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.

She was so happy she couldn't speak, and could only keep bowing, completely forgetting her mother's script to "take the opportunity to invite the teacher to our home as a guest."

Mrs. Yuihama's smile remained perfect, but inwardly she sighed helplessly at her daughter's good-for-nothing behavior.

(This kid's task completion rate is 30%...)

Her gaze quickly shifted from her own daughter to the composed young teacher.

He easily took control of the situation with just a few words.

Looking at her daughter's genuine and innocent expression.

Mrs. Yuihama's admiration for Lynn has grown even more intense and indescribable.

She hadn't felt this way in a long time since her husband passed away.

Sometimes, in the quiet of the night, she would even dream of fragmented moments, dreaming of this young man.

He appeared at his own dining table, looking at Yui with that gentle gaze, and also at himself.

He wasn't like a teacher; he was more like a family member to whom you could entrust everything.

This thought made Mrs. Yuihama's heart skip a beat.

This also imbued her subsequent actions with a genuine sense of anticipation that she herself was unaware of.

She decided to take matters into her own hands and push the plan forward.

"Hehe, the child's feelings are indeed the most important."

Mrs. Yuihama gently took over the conversation and escalated the offensive.

"By the way, to thank you for taking care of Yui, our family is planning a small family party this weekend. Would you be free to join us, teacher?"

Sawamura Sayuri, who was standing nearby, took in all of this.

(So ​​that's how it is. This lady is also 'looking for a son-in-law' for her daughter. Her technique is quite skillful, but unfortunately, her daughter can't keep up.)

She decided to intervene.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Lynn."

Lily nodded gracefully to Lynn.

“I am Eriri’s mother, Sayuri Sawamura.”

"I've heard my daughter mention you before, and seeing you today, I can confirm that you are indeed extraordinary in bearing and exceptionally handsome."

After giving a polite self-introduction, she chuckled and steered the conversation to her own topic.

"A family party? That sounds like a really energetic, student-style event."

Her laughter was like the red tea in her hand, warm yet carrying an undeniable sense of distance.

"However, someone like Professor Lynn probably wouldn't be interested in just the noise of young people."

“A truly in-depth exchange still requires a quieter and more tasteful environment.”

Mrs. Yuihama's smile faltered slightly. She looked at the extraordinary woman who had suddenly intervened, a knowing glint in her eyes.

So they're "colleagues".

Sawamura Sayuri didn't look at her again, but turned her gaze to her good-for-nothing daughter and spoke in an elegant, commanding tone.

"Eri, it is an honor that Professor Lynn could take time out of his busy schedule to come."

"As a creator, shouldn't you offer your teacher a truly one-on-one private guided tour that allows you to showcase your full talent?"

These words were both an invitation to Lynn and a devastating blow to Mrs. Yuihama's "cozy family party".

The two mothers' gazes met silently in the air for a fleeting moment, sparks flying.

A silent battlefield has already been formed.

However, Lynn's lazy expression remained unchanged.

He didn't even look at Eriri, but instead turned his gaze to Sayuri Sawamura, responding calmly in a gentle yet unquestionable, pure "teacher" tone.

"Mrs. Sawamura's suggestion is excellent."

He first gave affirmation, making the opponent's attack seem like hitting cotton.

"However, as a teacher, I prefer to let students express themselves when they feel most comfortable and confident, rather than under the 'arrangement' of their parents."

He paused, his voice carrying a subtle, considerate undertone that only a wise person could understand.

"After all, forcing a flower bud to show its stamens prematurely can sometimes harm it."

"I believe that Eriri's work speaks for itself."

These words were absolutely perfect.

It politely declined Sayuri Sawamura's "arrangement," while elevating Eriri's painting to an artistic level that "needs no explanation," and at the same time, it did not belittle Mrs. Yuihama's "invitation."

At the same time, the phrase "a flower bud about to bloom" bestows upon Eriri the ultimate height of a teacher's "protection of students' nature."

however--

These words were a clever game for Sayuri Sawamura, but for Eriri, they became the final bomb that detonated her shame!

(What is he saying?!)

(What budding flower?! Who's the flower?! Is he treating me like a child?!)

(Damn it! He must be pitying me! He thinks I can't handle my mom?! I don't need his protection!)

Under the double blow of her mother's pressure and Lynn's "gentle protection," Eriri's brain immediately shut down.

"Who, who is a flower?! Who needs your protection?!"

She reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling and all her pretense crumbling.

"I...I don't want to do private guided tours! These...these are just doodles I did!"

Her face flushed red, she glared at her mother fiercely, then quickly glanced at Lynn, her voice filled with shame and indignation.

"And another thing! Mom, don't just make arrangements for me without my consent! I... I don't need your interference!"

She actually denied the entire value of her own paintings in public!

For the first time, Sayuri Sawamura's hand, holding the black tea, trembled slightly.

(Eri...Mom built the stage for you, and the teacher's response was a perfect development...But you...not only did you kick it down, you also tore down the wall?)

Mrs. Yuihama, upon seeing this, did not immediately press her advantage.

She subtly observed Mrs. Sawamura, whose air of elite class in her words and actions made her feel somewhat pressured.

I thought it was just my keen eye that made me choose this talent, but I never expected that such an unexpected and powerful competitor would appear so quickly.

Mrs. Yuihama couldn't help but feel moved that even someone like her would personally step in to pave the way for her daughter.

It seems that Ms. Lynn's excellence and charm have reached a point where even mothers in this upper-class circle cannot ignore her.

However, she also has her own advantages: she is more familiar with teacher Lynn.

Her gaze shifted from the fleeing blonde girl to her own daughter, who was still standing there, blissfully dizzy.

The last bit of pressure in her heart vanished, leaving only a slight, suppressed smile.

(Oh dear, I thought she was some kind of sophisticated and elite young lady, but I didn't expect that when she meets Teacher Lynn, she's just like my Yui—a blushing, flustered, and speechless little idiot. It seems that everyone is fair in this matter, hehe...)

So her smile softened, as if to soothe the awkward atmosphere, but in reality, she was about to play her ultimate trump card—her daughter's "future value".

···Requesting flowers··· ···

"Speaking of which, Yui doesn't have any grand ambitions. She just wants to open a small confectionery shop in the future and make things that make everyone happy every day."

She looked at her daughter tenderly, her words filled with a beautiful vision of a future as a "virtuous wife and loving mother."

These words, though spoken in a gentle tone, were a direct and incredibly heavy blow.

Sawamura Sayuri, standing to the side, paused slightly in the hand holding her black tea, a cold smile playing on her lips.

(Heh, did they play the 'Yamato Nadeshiko' card...?)

(Indeed, for most men, a gentle, family-oriented wife who brings a sense of peace is an almost irresistible ultimate weapon.)

Mrs. Yuihama's script was perfect, but she underestimated her daughter's level of tension.

When Yui heard her mother planning her future in front of everyone, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear into the ground. She hurriedly retorted.

"Mom, Mom! Don't talk nonsense! I, I didn't! My dream is... to form a band! To be the world's number one drummer!"

She didn't know why she blurted out those words; her mind was completely blank.

Mrs. Yuihama's smile was starting to falter.

(Yui... Your mother is fighting for your happiness, and you... how could you stab me in the back like this...?!)

Sawamura Sayuri seized the opportunity and launched a fatal counterattack.

She gracefully set down her teacup and spoke with an air of superiority.

"Young people's dreams are always changing."

"However, Eriri's future is clear: she will go to Paris and Florence and leave her mark in the world's highest art halls."

Eriri herself felt incredibly guilty after hearing these words. Looking at Lynn's calm face, she felt immense pressure. To ease the tension, she almost instinctively added a sentence in a low voice.

..... .... ....

"Well, it's not that exaggerated... My biggest dream is actually... to sell three thousand copies of the new issue at Comiket..."

The air froze instantly.

A world-class art venue versus three thousand new doujinshi magazines at a comic convention.

Sawamura Sayuri's face turned completely black.

(Eri...Mom worked so hard to mold you into a dazzling diamond on the world stage...and you turn around and tell people you just want to be a... glass bead at the flea market?!)

On the scene, the two mothers' perfect plans were shattered into pieces by their daughters' "god-level operations".

In this silence, woven from embarrassment, shame, and despair—

Lynn finally moved.

He didn't answer any of the invitations, but instead led Qiong to the most eye-catching painting in the center of the exhibition.

Looking at the drawing, he said to Yui, "Yui-san, if you want to be a drummer, wrist strength is very important. Next time you make cookies, try kneading them a little harder."

Yui was stunned for a moment, then her cheeks turned bright red.

Lynn smiled and then turned to look at Eriri.

"Sawamura-kun, three thousand copies is just the beginning. I believe that with your talent, many more people will go crazy for your 'works' in the future."

"I...I...that..." Eriri's face flushed red in an instant.

Finally, Lynn turned around, his face bearing that calm, knowing smile.

He calmly met the shocked gazes of the two mothers, bringing an end to this war without gunfire.

"Madams, thank you very much for your kindness."

“But for me, neither a cozy family party nor an in-depth art meeting is as interesting as witnessing their ‘imperfections’ firsthand.”

He gestured with his eyes to the two blushing girls who were completely stunned by his words.

"They try so hard to be perfect, but their clumsiness leads to many mistakes. This genuine cuteness is hidden beneath their bravado..."

He paused for a moment, then gave his final, irrefutable ruling.