Tokyo: The story begins with a confession.

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Mashiro took her panties off her head, looked them over, and said, "I don't like these. I'm not wearing them."

Crack! Crack! That's the sound of bone knots rubbing together.

And you still have the nerve to nitpick at me!

Kenichi Uesugi took a deep breath, feeling that the anger he had accumulated in that instant was more than a year's worth.

This isn't an elf, this is a demon!

And they're the kind of people who eat people without spitting out the bones!

There was nothing he could do but pick another one and take it; he couldn't just let her wander out like that.

"If you don't wear this soon, don't blame me for being too polite."

Mashiro took it, pouted, and a rare hint of emotion appeared in her eyes. "Kenichi is so domineering."

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

Even though that's what I said, I still obediently put it on.

When Uesugi Kenichi turned around again, Mashiro in front of him had transformed back into that beautiful, elfin-like girl.

But at this moment he realized that it was all an illusion.

"Go wash up," he said weakly, pointing to the bathroom.

"it is good."

After Mashiro went into the bathroom, he went back into her room and, like an old father, muttered to himself as he picked up all the clothes scattered on the floor.

Anyway, he dared not let her clean up anymore, otherwise she would definitely tear his house apart.

Finally, as he was tidying up the table, he moved his hand, and the computer screen lit up.

I managed to fit a laptop in all those clothes; no wonder the suitcase was so heavy…

He was about to turn off the computer when his gaze was suddenly drawn to the image on the screen.

Is this a comic?

He looked curiously at the comics on the computer screen, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This level...

He couldn't help but pick up the mouse and start scrolling through the computer screen, a look of amazement flashing across his eyes, which was then replaced by a hint of helplessness.

The lines and art style of this comic are breathtaking at first glance, possessing an exquisite beauty.

Chapter 115 World-Class Genius Painter

If we judge solely on his painting skills, I've hardly ever seen anyone with such exceptional skills, not even online.

One look at it and you can't help but exclaim "Holy crap!"

The drawing skills are good, but what kind of nonsense is this comic story? Even the purest glass of water would be more interesting than this story.

Although the visuals can easily surpass almost all the best-selling comics on the market, the core content of a comic is still the story.

A good story is the foundation for a comic to be loved by everyone, so even if the art style is not perfect, it is not unacceptable.

Otherwise, what's the use of having a great art style? If I really want to see art full of artistic flair, I wouldn't go to an art exhibition but would go to a comic book exhibition.

Therefore, it is most important to define the target audience. Most people who choose to read comics are attracted by the stories and hope to see a story that is different from "587".

It's like going to a restaurant and you serve me a pot of excellent tea. It's not bad, but I'm eating on an empty stomach.

The story was short, and Uesugi Kenichi finished reading the entire manga in a few seconds. He really couldn't understand why someone with such drawing skills would choose to draw manga; she should be going to an art exhibition.

Art exhibition?

Thinking of this, she immediately took out her phone and started searching. Someone with such high painting talent shouldn't be completely unknown.

Sure enough, he quickly received a response after searching for Shiina Mashiro's name.

He clicked on the picture, which was a photo of Shiina Mashiro holding a painting and posing with an old man.

He recognized the man; he was the current Prime Minister of Country Y…

He's definitely not an unknown nobody.

He clicked on the encyclopedia entry.

Shiina Mashiro: Born into an artistic family, she began learning to paint at a young age. Possessing innate painting talent, she is a world-class genius painter who has held numerous exhibitions and has many fans.

Awards include: First Prize at the European Painting Art Exhibition, Most Popular Painter of the Year in Country Y, Popularity Award at International Exhibitions...

Kenichi Uesugi closed the document in his hand. So, most geniuses are also idiots in some way?

With mixed feelings, he turned off the computer, closed the door, and went to the bathroom.

"Are you okay?"

"Alright." Shiina Mashiro slowly turned around and looked at Uesugi Kenichi without any expression or emotion, like a beautiful landscape painting.

If you ignore the foam at the corner of her mouth and her soaked shirt, that's certainly true.

"What kind of good is this?!"

However, by this point, Uesugi Kenichi had gotten used to it, and the string in his mind finally snapped after countless cycles of tension and relaxation.

He took out a towel to wipe the foam off her mouth, then found her a T-shirt; after all, he couldn't let her wear clothes with buttons anymore.

"Take off your clothes and put this on."

"Oh." Upon hearing Uesugi Kenichi's words, Mashiro lifted the hem of her clothes, preparing to give out some goodies.

"Wait until I go out before you change. Don't you have any sense of gender difference?"

I really don't know how this girl got through her childhood, or who took care of her. This is just too lacking in common sense.

“It’s okay if it’s Kenichi.” Mashiro gave Uesugi Kenichi a thumbs up.

"Heh, I don't believe you for a second." Uesugi Kenichi couldn't help but sneer.

Once Mashiro was finally dressed, he felt relieved and went to make breakfast: a fried egg, a glass of milk, a slice of toast, and after thinking for a moment, he also took out a piece of Baumkuchen.

"Eat your food, be a good girl and eat all of this, and I'll give you a Baumkuchen later." Uesugi Kenichi waved the Baumkuchen in his hand at Mashiro.

The moment Mashiro saw the Baumkuchen, a look of longing appeared in her eyes, and her gaze followed the movements of Uesugi Kenichi's hands.

"Mmm-hmm-hmm." The little white chick nodded rapidly, like a chick pecking at rice.

After making the promise of the Baumkuchen cake, Mashiro obediently ate all of her breakfast.

Kenichi Uesugi felt as if he had found the switch to subdue her.

"Let's go." After finishing breakfast, he packed Mashiro's luggage into his suitcase.

"Where to?" Mashiro looked at Uesugi Kenichi with a puzzled expression.

"Go to your cousin's place."

"Hmm, is Kenichi going too?"

"I'll take you there."

As they walked down the street, Uesugi Kenichi couldn't help but turn around and look at Shiina Mashiro, who was tugging at his clothes. At times like this, she truly looked like an angel.

Moreover, with such outstanding painting talent, if we were to calculate it in terms of skill level, it would be at least LV20.

Sometimes fate really is a bit biased, giving her such outstanding looks, such an outstanding family background, and such outstanding talent.

"Miss, you haven't paid yet."

Uesugi Kenichi: "..."

Well, fate isn't entirely unfair; at least in practical matters, he's a complete idiot.

Kenichi Uesugi sighed as he watched Mashiro, who had somehow wandered into the store, grabbing a few Baumkuchen cakes and about to run away.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you." He immediately went up and paid the money.

He turned his head and looked at Shiina Mashiro, who was holding his clothes with one hand and taking small bites of a Baumkuchen cake with the other.

Just how much do you love Baumkuchen...?

What were your family thinking? They have absolutely no common sense, yet they dared to let you out all by yourself, and even leave you in the care of Mr. Sengoku.

"Remember to pay when you go shopping in the future, okay?" Uesugi Kenichi looked at Mashiro and wanted to get angry with her, but after looking into her pure and innocent eyes, he couldn't say a harsh word.

"Yeah, I know."

Tsk, they agreed so quickly.

Arriving at the gate of Sakura-sou again, Uesugi Kenichi rang the doorbell and then began to wait.

Fortunately, Chihiro Sengoku recovered quickly this time.

"Good morning, Uesugi-kun, and Mashiro, welcome to Japan." Chihiro yawned, looking like she had just woken up from a hangover. After greeting Uesugi Kenichi, she picked up Mashiro, who was standing next to her looking completely bewildered.

"Good morning!" Uesugi Kenichi stared at Sengoku Chihiro with a murderous glare.

"Haha, don't stand here, come in and sit down."

Noticing Uesugi Kenichi's gaze, Chihiro Sengoku chuckled and then turned around deftly and walked into the house.

The three of them sat down. Mashiro sat to the side with her back straight, but her eyes seemed to be wandering around, glancing here and there.

Chihiro looked at Mashiro with a hint of tenderness in her eyes, then immediately moved closer to Kenichi Uesugi, "Isn't Mashiro incredibly cute?"

Uesugi Kenichi glared at her irritably, distancing himself from the 29-year-old, 13-month-old woman who was still unmarried.

It is indeed cute, but it is also a real headache. If it were a 4 or 5-year-old child, it would be incredibly adorable.

"Didn't Mashiro sleep well last night?" Chihiro asked, noticing that Mashiro seemed a bit listless.

"Yeah, I was kept up really late by Kenichi." Shiina Mashiro's eyes lit up as she looked at Uesugi Kenichi.

Uesugi Kenichi: "...".

Chapter 116 Shiina is really dark

Kenichi Uesugi's composure crumbled when he saw the suspicious look in Chihiro Sengoku's eyes.

"Explain this to me clearly!"