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Chapter 201 - 90: Completely Free Game!_1

Chapter 201: Chapter 90: Completely Free Game!_1

They ultimately didn’t dare to eat those indescribable dishes.

It was Xinlin who personally took to the kitchen and simply made three dishes and a soup.

Although they were all simple dishes, they were colorful, fragrant, and delicious.

Ke Jin ate three large bowls in one go.

This allowed Xinlin to take another step toward becoming the perfect girl in his heart, nearly reaching the threshold of Sacred Xinlin.

It was at this moment that he suddenly heard Ke Yu ask beside him.

"Bro, whose cooking is better, mine or Xinlin’s?"

Ke Jin was startled.

Then he looked at Ke Yu in disbelief.

How could such a question come from your mouth?

"Hmm, each has its own merits," mumbled Ke Jin ambiguously.

After the meal, they took a short rest.

Ke Jin had intended to rest, but Ke Yu wouldn’t stop chattering beside his ear, insisting on going to mold that blasted clay.

Baby Yu, your brother is also tired from the morning, just let me rest... Ke Jin was about to say this when he heard another voice nearby.

"I heard the scenery from the viewing platform on the third floor is really nice."

It seems I myself haven’t molded clay for quite a long time.

The last time was probably during a school outing in elementary school.

The three of them went up to the villa’s third floor.

The place had been modified by the landlady, with several rooms combined into one large art studio.

Apart from molding clay, there were also several sketching boards next to the viewing platform.

Because the scenery outside the small exhibition area was indeed beautiful, perfectly capturing the essence of ’water and sky blended in one color, mountains the mirror image in the lake,’ standing by the platform could almost perfectly merge one with the natural surroundings.

It was ideal for either photography or quick sketching.

On one wall beside it were also hung the works of previous visiting guests.

There were true folk masters who, with poetic oil painting techniques, fused the scene’s girls with the distant landscape very well, rich in color and layering.

There were also realist sketch masters who only portrayed girls, equally full-bodied and three-dimensional, coming to life on paper.

And there were 3D stylers akin to human printers, whose works had textures nearly as realistic as photographs.

Originally, Ke Jin was somewhat itching to paint, considering the scene and the moment, and was thinking about painting something himself.

However, after a round of observation, he found that all on display were works of masters.

Not only were they well-painted, but the girls in the paintings were also pleasing to the eye.

Thinking about it, if a painting was too poor, it probably wouldn’t be displayed.

Beyond that, Ke Jin noticed another problem.

"It seems most of them are painted for girlfriends," he remarked.

"How can you tell?" Ke Yu popped her little head out curiously to look.

"Here," Ke Jin pointed at the signatures in the bottom right corner.

Although not uniform in format, they essentially all said something along the lines of ’To my dearest XXX, may you be happy every day,’ blah blah blah.

The names XXX were mostly feminine.

Brrr, when will us guys ever stand up!

Why aren’t there any girls painting their boyfriends!

But then again, on second thought.

Let’s not talk about others.

Painting is a time-consuming activity.

Having a guy stand motionless looking out the window at the distant view, maintaining the same pose for half an hour, an hour, or even two or three hours.

That’d probably be more unbearable than killing him.

"Painted for a girlfriend..." Ke Yu, as if she’d caught some keyword, murmured to herself,

and then suddenly broke into a smile, turning her head to look at Luo Xinlin, who was still admiring the artworks.

"Xinlin, how about you model for me, and I’ll paint you. I can paint very quickly!"

Ke Yu was already tired of painting daily at school and work, and she genuinely didn’t want to pick up a brush again during her rest.

But, with this atmosphere, this setting.

Ah~ The fates were aligning!

"Me?" Luo Xinlin hesitated: "I’ve never modeled for anyone before... I might not do it well."

"No problem, my brush is the ruler! You can move a little, it won’t matter," Ke Yu urged quickly, with her little head nodding swiftly: "Hurry up, no more than half an hour!"

"Alright then..." Luo Xinlin somewhat awkwardly twirled the hair by her ear and stood outside the viewing platform, looking shyly at Ke Yu.

After all, being closely observed for the first time as a model, even by someone she knew, was inevitably a bit embarrassing.

Ke Jin, on the other hand, watched with a small chair settled nearby.

Watching Master Yu paint was indeed a pleasure.

Her strokes were fast and expressive, and with a few dashes of color, the white paper came to life instantly.

However, humans are peculiar creatures.

Usually, as onlookers, they love to direct others using their own experiences.

Like saying ’you moved the chess piece wrong, you should move like this’

Or ’you didn’t fight the boss correctly, you should fight like this.’

Case closed! No wonder they generally don’t allow family members into surgeries in the hospital.

They are afraid that while the surgeon is cutting, a family member might say, ’That’s not the right way to cut, I saw on Baidu it should be done like this.’

At that moment, Ke Jin turned into a sharp-tongued critic.

"That’s not right, are Xinlin’s ears that pointy? She’s almost an elf. And isn’t the color of her arm a bit odd? I believe Xinlin’s skin is quite fair. You should paint this area like..."

"Shut up!" Ke Yu, driven to distraction with rising blood pressure, shot Ke Jin an annoyed glance: "Are you Chief Beauty or am I Chief Beauty? Keep babbling, and there won’t be a Chief Beauty for the top player anymore."

Perhaps fearing that the top player would truly lose the Chief Beauty, Ke Jin did not interject for the remainder of the time.