Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Like a leopard taking a nap in the jungle. Beautiful... but dangerous.

"It's a fictional character, Miss Laura, you——"

"I want to know her name, Spencer." Laura repeated confidently, looking around with a hint of meaning: "This exhibition has been partly sponsored by the Crawford family. Perhaps... I can let your painting be hung in the 'inside'? How can a Spencer be in the 'amateur group'?"

"I just like it outside. It's time for you to enter, Miss Crawford."

The woman chuckled: "Then...can you sell this painting to me?"

The delicate golden lily raised its little chin proudly. In Laura's sight, the kitten bared its teeth and roared in what it thought was a ferocious manner.

Meow.

Chapter 42 The light golden girl

The paintings inside the venue are indeed more than one level higher than those outside. This can be seen not only by professional painters but also by laymen.

Eriri walked among the dazzling array of works, looking left and right, admiring the world's top artistic efforts. Although she has always admired Mori Yuesa's talent, she has to admit that compared to these in front of her, the cow girl is still inferior.

The difference is enthusiasm.

If you don't have passion for something... it's okay when you're at the bottom or middle level. But if you reach the top, at the top of the pyramid - looking around, you'll see all around you are passionate hearts that are devoted to it, beating with all kinds of effort...

There was only one that was eating and playing, fiddling with its boots and high heels, moving its toes around, and admiring its nail polish in the sunlight.

…it would be very abrupt.

The gap also widened from this.

"Enthusiasm is the highest expression of your loyalty to it." The girl put her hands behind her back, shook her head, and sighed like an old man.

If Mori Yuesha could study hard, perhaps within two years, she would be able to become a regular here - at least she felt that the girl at that time would definitely be able to compare with the so-called 'young national treasure'.

A long time ago, she once complained about Mori Yuesha's talent: "She can draw like this without much practice, she's simply a water magician..." As a result, the other party pointed at a certain part of her body with great disgust.

'Na Yinglili is the child magician.'

Annoying guy.

She walked in small steps, weaving through the crowds. More and more people gathered in front of her. The work of 'Ms. Mashiro' was at the end. She walked around the thick brown wood wall, squeezed in sideways, and found a place with few people to stand.

Green bell fruits hang on the branches, and dew condenses into the color of sunlight. The neatly arranged flowers hide in the bushes, and some of them emerge unwillingly, carrying water vapor. The invisible fragrance and warmth hit you in the face - hope is growing in the silent land.

gorgeous.

Eriri stood at the edge and watched.

Some people say that through paintings, you can see the inner world of the painter. Eriri doesn't really agree with this statement (perhaps it's Miss Kashiwagi Eri who doesn't agree). But at this moment, she really wants to see what kind of person the world-famous painter is.

How simple a heart does one have to have to create such a work that is so non-malicious and full of hope?

Using malice to express goodwill, using despair to generate hope, all these techniques are very common to people in the industry. Even worse, using hope to express hope. Hmm... in terms of difficulty, it is barely one level higher.

However, this painting expresses hope with indifference. It is like an emotionless girl who casually glances and records the moment of sight, passing it to everyone in front of the painting.

'It's just a beautiful place.'

She seems to say this, but it can make the viewer feel hope and happiness, rather than forcing it on the viewer deliberately and roughly.

Incredible calmness and restraint, but magically conveyed to the viewer. When staring at the picture, you can even inexplicably touch the artist's vibrant heart, which is beating "bang bang bang" - in the daytime, in the evening, in the starry night, those rich emotions and indescribable love are almost difficult to express with colors and shapes...

So she used sincerity.

Eriri clenched her fists in disappointment. There was basically no need to discuss other painters who could get to this point. In terms of style and creativity, this guy named 'Shiina Mashiro' was not outstanding.

The only thing that's great about her is her heart.

She has a simple and sincere heart.

"Is it very beautiful?" The girl who was also admiring the work suddenly spoke. Perhaps because of her similar hair color to Eriri, when she turned her head, her eyes were fixed on the girl's long braids.

"Yeah, it's an amazing painting." Eriri nodded. "If this guy works hard for a few more years, no... a dozen years, maybe he can be written into history."

This was the highest compliment Eriri could give.

"Oh." The girl blinked blankly.

Her fair skin and slightly phoenix eyes made her look mature, but when she talked, she also had a childish tone.

Ying Lili looked at the girl curiously - if she hadn't spoken, and if she hadn't been wearing a lilac dress, one would have thought she was an adult girl if one just looked at her coldly.

"Are you a painter too?" Eriri raised her eyebrows: "Or did you come here to see this one?" Pointing at the work.

"Painter." The girl nodded: "Me."

"Hmm... I didn't see you outside?" Eriri thought for a moment, "Where is your work? Is it the 'Professional Group'?"

"It's the professional group." The dazed-looking girl repeated, "Yours is great, too."

What's also great?

"Drawing, girl." She said, "I saw it, girl, so beautiful, exciting."

What?

"Excited," the blonde girl pointed to her heart, "It's beating here. Who is she?"

Ying Lili pouted unwillingly, pretending she didn't hear: "Is it just because of the girl in the painting? You are a professional, right? Besides the characters and techniques... shouldn't you..."

Praise me?

"Oh."

Oh, it's a ghost! Please give me a good review!

"Great," the girl repeated, "Girl..."

Mori Yuesa, you are such a sinner.

"who is she?"

Someone has already asked this question, and Eriri still doesn't intend to answer it this time: "A fictional character." Just to fool people a little.

"Apart from being beautiful, is there any other comment?" Eriri, who was seducing a silly girl from the professional group, looked at her hopefully, wanting to hear some compliments.

The girl with long light yellow hair thought about it.

Besides being beautiful...

"It's... big!"

There's no need to explain what she did. Eriri grinned angrily: "Skills! I'm talking about skills...how about it?"

"Her skills?" The girl with phoenix eyes tilted her head in confusion: "I have never experienced...

What are you talking about...

Ying Lili looked around carefully.

She... is indeed at the London Art Exhibition, not at some exhibition with the number 18 hanging on it...

"I'm talking about mine!" Eriri grinned and glared at the silly painter fiercely: "How about my skills!"

As a result, she was too angry to control her voice, and several middle-aged gentlemen looked at her strangely - two blonde ladies were arguing about one of them's skills... the scene was just too beautiful.

Ying Lili covered her face, grabbed the painter who was still standing still, and quickly walked out of the encirclement.

"Have you become stupid from drawing?" He muttered to himself as they walked around together. The two of them stopped at the other end of the exhibition. The girl in his palm didn't seem to struggle at all and was just dragged by Eriri for a long distance.

Even as her pace gradually slowed down, she still had a curious look on her face, her eyes moving back and forth over Eriri's hair.

"You came here by yourself?"

"And, Guardian."

"Hmm... to see that Mashiro guy?" Eriri said as they walked, "As expected, it's an eye-opener. There are talented painters like Shiina Mashiro in the world. It's too difficult for a kid with your personality to achieve some success in art."

"Genius is something that mortals like us cannot catch up with."

The expression of the girl in front of him gradually became strange.

"What's wrong?" Ying Lili was puzzled: "Don't you feel powerless after seeing that painting?"

“Why do I feel powerless?”

How to describe it?

Ying Lili bit her lip and said, "It's just... powerlessness. The first feeling you get when you see my painting is the same..."

After thinking about it, she swallowed her excitement: "...Won't it also feel 'beautiful'?"

"It's excitement." The girl with phoenix eyes corrected Eriri seriously, "It's weakness after excitement."

Eriri: Is the order that important? I feel so powerless right now.

Suddenly, a tall man in neat clothes came over from a distance, walked around Eriri and stood in front of the girl, bowed his head respectfully and whispered:

"Ms. Mashiro, it's about time. We should go over there."

"Oh." Nodding, Shiina Mashiro waved to Eriri. Just like Miss Crawford didn't believe it, the girl with similar hair color also believed that the person in Eriri's painting was real: "I'm leaving now. Goodbye, my friend with a great body."

"Shiina, Shiina Shin..."

The clown in the circus took off his round red nose and handed it to Eriri with a smile.

'Well, give it a try.'

'I knew you'd join us sooner or later.'

Chapter 43 Surname Issue

Sayuri is weird.

I just left for a while, and when I looked back, my daughter was already in a state of autism.

what happened?

It's a good day today, isn't it?

"Nothing... I'm just thinking of changing my hobby..."

Hobbies? What hobbies?

"How about a clown in a circus..."

After listening to the story with both laughter and tears, Ms. Sawamura patted Eriri on the head and encouraged her, "It's okay. Eriri has her strengths, and Ms. Mashiro has her talents. You are both great."

Why is mine good at something, and hers just a talent...

Sayuri Sawamura covered her mouth and laughed out loud, with an expression that said 'I'm not your biological mother, I'm just a stranger who's laughing at you'.

"Oh, come to think of it, is Shiina Mashiro that kind of girl?" Sayuri shook her head in a fake manner: "I still like Eriri. My daughter can even draw illustrations for those strange magazines, but her hidden identity is the super popular teacher Kashiwagi Eri - she can't do it, right?"

"Isn't that the same plot in those boys' comics? On the surface, I'm just an ordinary boy who's plain, low-key and taciturn, but when I meet a monster, I'm——"

The mature and elegant woman opened her arms in an extremely inappropriate manner: "Tadah! I'm a hero!" After the social death, she lowered her head and said to her daughter unsatisfied: "So, according to this rule, Eriri should be proud."

"Although I am just an ordinary painter in the amateur group, my hidden identity is actually——Tadah! The famous 18 in Japan——"

This is not something to be proud of, Mom.

"I know, I'm just trying to comfort you. Don't be ungrateful."

"How can I appreciate what you said?"

The mother and daughter, one joking and the other angry, walked side by side towards the exit.

"Because your paintings have emotions: people can tell that the girl in the painting is a real person because Eriri has given it emotions."

Sayuri smiled and touched her daughter's head.

"Well, tomorrow..." Eriri stammered, hinting: "Tomorrow...can I..."

"You must attend tomorrow." Sayuri raised her finger and coldly extinguished the little flame of the girl's heart: "Your father only comes home once in a long time. Tomorrow's banquet will be attended by those so-called nobles and high-ranking officials. It would be rude for his daughter not to attend."

"I didn't attend when I was at home..."