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“Pull out half of the [illegible], lower your head, and look over here.”
Mochizuki Oboro was still issuing commands.
……
Nearly half an hour later, the painting was finally completed.
"It's over." Mochizuki Oboro carefully put away her paintings, placing them inside the wardrobe to prevent them from getting wet and wrinkled by the liquid.
At this moment, Bavanshi had completely transformed into a water elemental priestess, gazing at Mochizuki Oboro with an extremely humble look.
The gist of it is "Is it not ready yet?"
Wow, I really admire your willpower in a way.
Even BB couldn't help but complain: "[They actually managed to withstand the negative skills I gave them... Maybe the senior is the most terrifying one.]"
Mochizuki Oboro pinned Bawanxi down: "Stop talking nonsense and skip this."
[Yes (pronounced in a stylized way)]
After half an hour of accumulating and enduring, both you and Bavanshi have completely lost your sanity.
The core talent "Growth Potential A" has been activated.
[Skill "Witch's Gift (A)" has been activated.]
[The skills "Charm of the Roots (E)" and "Female Difficulty (B)" have been activated by Lin Qi's father.]
[After a fierce and extremely intense battle, the morning session ended.]
[Bawanshi's special favorability rating has reached the maximum level.]
……
Sure enough, the more terrifyingly rational one's pre-event actions are eroded, the more empty and disoriented one feels after being removed from the event phase and entering a state of sagehood.
Before the battle began, Mochizuki Oboro used her last bit of sanity to carry Bamanki to the hot spring cubicle in the room, thus avoiding any inconvenience to the subsequent cleaning work.
Bawanshi's eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out, and she had entered the so-called "Ahegao" state—lost consciousness.
Despite having extensive combat experience in the game simulation and having conducted numerous close-up observations of the beautiful girls' bodies, Mochizuki Oboro felt no connection to the concept of union.
This is truly a bizarre thing.
Forget about physical connections; any slightly aggressive behavior will be skipped, meaning you can only watch but not touch.
Once in a state of sanity, almost all men lose their desire for the opposite sex and are unwilling to continue the relationship; this is a biological instinct.
But Mochizuki Oboro is a strange creature that cannot be defined by common sense or instinct.
At this moment, he felt no desire whatsoever, only curiosity about the physical structure of the opposite sex.
Sage Mode it is, the feel should be the same.
So, Mochizuki Oboro held up two fingers towards Bawanshi.
【SKIP】
Regardless of whether it's in "wise man's mode" or not, you can't possibly have a truly immersive experience in the game. Give up.
Since you've developed curiosity, why not try it out in real life?
[This is the advice from a lovely and loyal baby owner.]
"There's something else I'm more interested in now."
【Please say. 】
"Is your AI a romanceable character?"
[If you can successfully jump ten ships, the incredibly cute junior BB might consider giving you some perks~]
“Nobody wants you.” Mochizuki Oboro retaliated with increased force: “Your appearance isn’t particularly outstanding in terms of beauty.”
Oh dear, how pitiful. This is the only way this senior can vent.
Unfortunately, BB didn't take the bait.
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Chapter 43 Shocking Wisdom
Game simulations aren't without their advantages. At least for this period of time, Mochizuki Oboro can draw inspiration from whatever she wants.
Commercial streets, hot springs, shrines, back mountains... basically every place in Suizhi Town that could be painted was painted by Mochizuki Rondo.
Now, Mochizuki Oboro has shifted her focus to portraits.
In the park of Suizhi Town, Typhon and Ipsilon sat on a bench, one on each side.
With hands flat on the ground, a smile on the face, and a straight back—that's the posture of a model.
BB's game simulation is like a violent confrontation; you either resist or enjoy it.
After "enlightenment," Mochizuki Oboro also understood how to find joy in hardship: gathering material.
Typhon and Ipsilon were brought up by Mochizuki Oboro in this way—under the guise of "helping to find inspiration".
"Relax," said Mochizuki Oboro, gripping her paintbrush. "Don't be nervous, it's just a painting."
“Even if it’s a drawing, try to make me look as good as possible. At least better than Ipsilon,” Typhon said.
Epsilon pouted: "Aren't my sister and I exactly the same?"
“But paintbrushes don’t have to do that.” Typhon said confidently, “Even if our facial features and physiques are exactly the same, I am superior in terms of temperament.”
“My brother likes me more, so of course I’ll look better in the painting,” Epsilon replied calmly, a hint of sarcasm playing on his lips.
"Please pay attention, both models," Mochizuki Oboro reminded them, then focused her attention on painting.
Compared to realism, Mochizuki Oboro prefers abstraction.
Typhon and Ipsilon look very similar, so we can distinguish them by their colors.
A striking red and blue hue, an artistically shaped body, and a slightly upturned mouth.
Mochizuki Oboro was not a particularly talented painter, nor was he a hardworking genius. His paintings served only one purpose: his own pleasure.
A gentle breeze blew, and the leaves on the branches swayed slightly, brushing against their cheeks as if the green leaves had appeared deliberately to set off the flowers.
If you can successfully capture this moment, it will surely be a sight of indescribable beauty.
The core talent "Growth Potential A" has been activated.
Half an hour later, Mochizuki Oboro put down his paintbrush.
Looking at the "masterpiece" in front of him, he couldn't help but give himself a score of 99, and then mysteriously covered the canvas.
"All done? Let me see~" Ipsilon's eyes lit up, and he was the first to get up and walk towards Mochizuki Oboro.
What will I look like on the canvas? Will I be so cute it's almost unfair?
"Wait a minute, I want to see too!" Typhon followed Ipsilon's steps, not to be outdone.
Handsome, beautiful, and elegant! That's exactly how I'll look on the canvas!
Typhon and Epsilon stood on either side of Mochizuki Oboro. Although they had different personalities and behaved differently, the expectation in their eyes was undeniable.
Wang Yuelong slowly lifted the lower left corner of the canvas.
A splash of red caught the sisters' attention.
"I could tell it was me at a glance." Typhon glanced at the red dress she was wearing.
Epsilon also ceremoniously raised the small piece of fabric in the lower right corner.
As expected, it's blue.
At the same time, a slight doubt arose in their minds.
Are the colors of the clothes too bright?
Never mind, it must be artistic embellishment.
Typhon and Ipsilon both convinced themselves.
The two men each took a piece of the canvas from either side, exchanged a glance, and then slightly raised it.
Wait a moment.
Aren't the lines a little too rounded?
Typhon looked at Mochizuki Oboro suspiciously, while Ipsilon was biting his fingernails.
"I think it's a pretty good work," said Mochizuki Oboro, crossing her arms.
Upon hearing this, a bunch of black lines appeared on Typhon's forehead.
That's all there is to it.
"Alright! Let's reveal the secret!"
Ipsilon yanked it up without a second thought. It would soon be clear whether the canvas held a god or a human.
The striking artwork immediately unleashed its charm, powerfully impacting Typhon and Ipsilon's minds.
...He is a god.
After a long silence, Typhon pointed to the abstract little fire figure on the canvas: "Is this me?"
"Yes."
Just as Typhon was trying to argue, Epsilon had already reacted and immediately played a despicable but effective hand.
"I really like it! Thank you, brother~"
Ipsilon grabbed Mochizuki Oboro's arm: "Since you don't want it, sister, then give it to me?"
Typhon's eyes widened: "Did I say I didn't want it?"
"It was clearly my brother who worked hard to draw this, and the way he acted just now was so disrespectful to his hard work."
Ipsilon countered with a lecture: "Don't you think these unique paintings are more meaningful than the commonplace portraits?"
Tiphon: (*^_^*)
When people are speechless to the extreme, they can burst into laughter.
Do you always have to resort to tricks at times like this, Epsilon?
“No, I’ll keep this one for myself,” said Wang Yuelong. “There’s another one I just drew casually below, which I can give you.”
Tiphon, still somewhat skeptical, went around to the side and saw that there were indeed two layers.
Ipsilon picked up the abstract painting and then stood there stunned with her sister.
Which one was drawn randomly?
In reality, Mochizuki Oboro's painting skills were not particularly outstanding.
However, in this game, thanks to the "Growth Potential A" talent, his skills were temporarily improved.
In other words, the game simulations all involve exceptional performance time.
"Okay~ Let's take a group photo now!" Ipsilon suggested energetically, "My brother isn't in the painting, so let's use the camera to add him!"
With Typhon and Ipsilon each holding one of her hands, Mochizuki Oboro stiffly raised her head: "Then how should I pose?"
"You'll find out soon, brother." Ipsilon held up his phone stand. "Three, two, one..."
"Cheese~" Typhon made a peace sign and said the cliché line.
"Chirp." Ipsilon kissed Mochizuki's cheek.
The click of the shutter captured this moment forever.
Typhon swiftly released Mochizuki Oboro's arm, then quickly moved behind her and locked Ipsilon's neck: "What were you doing just now?!"
Mochizuki Oboro caught the phone as it fell from mid-air with lightning speed.
“Cough…” Ipsilon slowly pried Typhon’s hand away: “Sister, there’s no need to be so agitated. Just go and get one yourself.”
"I'll fix it my ass!" Typhon then grabbed Ipsilon by the collar and began to shake his sister's head vigorously. "Do you think everyone is like you?"