Chapter 503

It should be like this...

He nodded secretly, feeling that this explanation made a lot of sense.

However, it’s good that she came.

Xia Xia Xia Mujun was just looking for an opportunity to ask Odo Orihime what her purpose was in asking him to learn drawing before.

Since he met her today, he could just probe her.

Not long after.

Light and regular footsteps came from the corridor.

A stunning figure appeared in the halo of backlight.

Odo Orihime was still wearing that iconic red and black kimono today.

The exquisite fabric was embroidered with dark patterns, flowing slightly with her steps, gorgeous and restrained.

Her face was that kind of transcendent, near-perfect beauty and exquisiteness.

Her skin was as fair as new snow, and her features seemed to have been carved by the gods with the most care.

A waterfall of long black hair was combed into an elegant princess-cut hairstyle, with a few strands of hair hanging down softly on both sides of her cheeks.

And the most eye-catching thing was still those eyes.

Deep, eerie.

When stared at by her, one would unconsciously produce a sense of insignificance and chill from being stared at by the abyss.

Her temperament was cold and noble, as if she was born standing on the clouds, holding a kind of distant indifference to everything in the world.

This temperament was perfectly set off and strengthened by the red and black kimono she wore, making people dare not look directly, and yet unable to help being attracted.

She walked in slowly, her steps silent.

And following closely behind her was that expressionless, doll-like Konoe Hitomi.

And, half a step behind, Furukawa Masahiro, who had a just-right respectful smile on his face and bowed slightly.

Odo Orihime’s gaze swept across the room first.

When it passed over Xia Xia Xia Mujun who stood up, those eerie eyes lingered for a few seconds.

Subsequently.

Her gaze finally fell on Furukawa Saio sitting by the shogi board.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice was cold and flat, without any emotion:

"Saio."

"Play shogi."

Concise, straight to the point.

Furukawa Saio had long been used to her senior sister’s style, not only not feeling cold, but even more excited.

She nodded hard:

"Mm-hmm!"

"Senior sister, Saio was guided by big brother today! I feel I have become much stronger!"

"Senior sister, you have to be careful!"

Xia Xia Xia Mujun, seeing this, very consciously took the initiative to stand up from the cushion beside the shogi board and gave up his seat.

Odo Orihime showed no reaction to this.

She walked extremely naturally to the seat Xia Xia Xia Mujun had just sat in and sat down gracefully.

She didn't even care that this was the seat he had just sat in.

She stretched out her slender, fair fingers and began to tidy up the slightly scattered pieces on the board.

Her movements were unhurried, carrying a pleasing sense of rhythm.

In the gap of tidying up the pieces, her gaze finally turned to Xia Xia Xia Mujun standing to the side.

Still not looking up, just turning her head, asking in that flat, waveless tone:

"I heard from Hitomi..."

"Your drawing now, can it already 'enter the eyes'?"

Xia Xia Xia Mujun faced this powerful eldest miss with a calm mind.

He nodded:

"Mm, practiced for a while."

"Should... be considered okay."

He gave a relatively conservative evaluation.

Odo Orihime heard this and didn't say anything more.

She was still focused on the board, as if thinking about the upcoming game with Saio.

But she clearly issued instructions, without looking back:

"Drawing paper."

"Drawing pen."

Konoe Hitomi, who was standing behind her, nodded slightly immediately.

She raised her hand and clapped twice gently.

The applause sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet corridor.

Almost the moment the applause fell.

Two men in black suits, with straight figures and expressionless faces, appeared quickly.

Each of them held a wooden tray and an easel that looked very exquisite.

The tray was filled with a thick stack of high-quality sketch paper, various models of sketch pencils, charcoal pencils, erasers, and pencil sharpeners and other tools.

The two walked in lightly and placed the things respectfully in front of Xia Xia Xia Mujun.

Then, without a word, they retreated silently again.

The whole process was fast, quiet, and efficient.

Xia Xia Xia Mujun looked at the professional drawing tools that suddenly appeared, and was stunned for a moment.

He then remembered that he had indeed promised Odo Orihime that after his drawing level reached a certain level, he would draw for her.

And he had accepted that extremely generous "prepayment"—a ten-tsubo property under the Odo family name.

He naturally understood the principle of taking people’s money and eliminating disasters for them.

It’s just that he wasn't quite sure what Odo Orihime specifically wanted him to draw.

He looked at Odo Orihime, who had refocused her attention on the board, and asked:

"Orihime, what do you want me to draw?"

"Still life? Scenery? Or..."

After Odo Orihime’s brief silence, her cold voice sounded again:

"Draw Hitomi."

Her tone was flat, as if talking about a matter-of-fact thing.

"..."

On Konoe Hitomi’s beautiful face, which was always expressionless like a mask, a trace of extremely faint surprise flashed.

She widened her eyes slightly and looked at her eldest miss’s back.

But soon, that trace of surprise dissipated without a trace.

She returned to that waveless look, her eyelids drooping, returning to silence.

Xia Xia Xia Mujun didn't think too much after hearing this.

He only felt that Odo Orihime might just want to test his current drawing level by drawing the person she was most familiar with?

After all, observing and depicting familiar people best reflects the painter’s capturing ability and expressiveness.

This is very reasonable.

He didn't hesitate and began to observe the surrounding environment, looking for a suitable angle and atmosphere for drawing.

His gaze turned to the garden.

It was currently around three o'clock in the afternoon.

The autumn afternoon sun had become gentle and mellow.

It shone down through the lush branches and leaves of the tall maple tree in the garden.

The light was filtered and shattered by the layers of maple leaves, becoming like something processed by a professional soft light box.