Chapter 714

The two indeed did not completely immerse themselves in loss.

The vast majority of manga artists need to submit many times before they can have one success.

They were just starting out, so naturally, they didn't dare to call themselves geniuses and hope to pass on the first try.

They didn't even tell Natsume Chikage that long before submitting, they had already prepared themselves mentally to fail many times and keep trying.

But no matter what, being able to hear Natsume Chikage's affirmation and encouragement with their own ears still made them feel incomparably warm and joyful.

Natsume Chikage saw that the two were not depressed, but instead quickly cheered up, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.

He stood up.

"Today, let brother make you something delicious."

Natsume Ruri also hurriedly stood up, seemingly wanting to say something.

Natsume Chikage stretched out his hand and patted her shoulder gently.

"Just for today, let brother do it."

"Brother has also learned quite a few dessert-making skills at the coffee shop, tonight I'll make you delicious desserts and a late-night snack."

"People who work hard deserve to be rewarded. Ruri, and Jiahe-san, you..."

His words hadn't finished.

Natsume Ruri, who had only heard half of it, suddenly felt her eye sockets heat up, and tears could no longer be suppressed.

She stepped forward, buried her face in Natsume Chikage's chest, and sobbed in a low voice.

Although she had long anticipated that it might not pass, after receiving the rejection notice and looking forward to it for so many days, how could she really let go easily.

It was just that brother hadn't returned, and this emotion hadn't found an outlet.

And now, brother finally returned and comforted her...

At this instant, the accumulated emotions finally burst through the dam.

Jiahe Lianxiao on the side was actually the same.

Seeing Natsume Ruri crying, the sourness she had been holding back also surged up.

Being naturally introverted and timid, she couldn't help but choke up at this moment, her small shoulders trembling slightly.

She also really wanted to hug him like Ruri.

But she wasn't his younger sister, even if she wanted to, she didn't dare to easily cross that boundary...

However, Natsume Chikage noticed her appearance of holding back tears.

He thought for a moment, took the initiative to stretch out his hand, and gently rubbed Jiahe Lianxiao's soft hair.

Jiahe Lianxiao was stunned.

Immediately, she cried even harder, the impulse she had been suppressing finally broke through the restraint, and she also stretched out her hand and hugged Natsume Chikage gently.

Jinwei Tong didn't say a word from beginning to end.

She just sat there quietly, her gaze sweeping calmly over the three people hugging each other.

Finally, her gaze stopped on Natsume Chikage, who was gently comforting the two girls.

In the depths of those eyes that always had no emotional waves, extremely subtle ripples that were difficult to detect seemed to rise.

After a period of time.

Natsume Ruri and Jiahe Lianxiao had both stopped crying.

The two sat at the table, happily enjoying the simple sugar water and late-night snack Natsume Chikage had brought up.

Jinwei Tong was also eating quietly, and her waveless eyes flashed with some surprise, clearly not expecting that he unexpectedly made it quite delicious.

Therefore.

She, who always strictly controlled her diet and maintained her weight, also made an exception tonight and ate a bit more than usual.

After the late-night snack.

Natsume Chikage looked at Jinwei Tong.

"So, what was the matter you mentioned just now?"

He asked.

Jinwei Tong wiped her lips gently with a tissue.

"I came over just to test your drawing practice results today."

"However... you didn't practice at all today, did you?"

Natsume Chikage took out three brand new drawing textbooks from his schoolbag and placed them on the table.

"How could that be."

"I learned for quite a while today."

Natsume Ruri opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"Ah?"

Her gaze moved back and forth between the books and her brother.

"Brother, you are actually this serious?"

"You even bought the books?"

Jiahe Lianxiao also appeared very surprised, clearly not expecting at all that Natsume Chikage had truly made up his mind to learn to draw, and even had the textbooks fully equipped.

Jinwei Tong, seeing this, nodded with a very small amplitude.

"Not bad."

"Since that's the case, can you draw something at will now?"

Natsume Chikage agreed happily.

"Of course I can."

Natsume Ruri suggested with a smile:

"Brother, why not sketch a rectangular parallelepiped."

"This is the most basic exercise for every art student starting out."

Natsume Chikage, upon hearing this, was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, alright."

In fact, in the afternoon, he had already quickly flipped through those two basic sketch textbooks.

Although he hadn't practiced with a pen, this didn't matter.

For him, whose drawing comprehension had increased by 1000%, efficiently absorbing theoretical knowledge was far more efficient than blindly trying to do it by hand.

After absorbing a large number of knowledge points, Natsume Chikage's understanding of drawing had already produced a significant and profound gap.

This gap was perhaps far beyond his own imagination, reaching an immeasurable degree.

At this moment.

Natsume Chikage spread out the drawing paper and picked up the sharpened pencil.

The current him was completely different from the morning.

Because he was not smearing unconsciously, but consciously pouring the kendo talent bestowed by the "Decaying Wooden Sword" into the drawing pen in his hand.

Using the pen as a sword.

When the brushstroke fell, it carried a kind of indescribable sense of rhythm, both precise and stable, and as sharp and tense as a clear sword mark, pleasing to the eye.

He could even easily control the thickness and weight of the brushstrokes.

After a while.

A rectangular parallelepiped with rigorous structure, accurate perspective, clear light and shadow relationships, and proper shadow handling appeared on the paper.

If one didn't know beforehand, anyone who saw this sketch would think it came from the hand of an art student with a solid foundation.

Because it was too perfect, almost finding no flaws that could be picked on.

Natsume Chikage finished the last stroke and put down the pencil.

The two genius art students who had been holding their breath and observing behind him, originally intending to give some pointers—Natsume Ruri and Jiahe Lianxiao—were dumbfounded, really unable to find any place to give pointers.

"Finished drawing."

Natsume Chikage handed the drawing paper gently to Jinwei Tong.

And Jinwei Tong, who had long known the background that Natsume Chikage's "art class grade was basically zero," took the drawing paper.

Her gaze landed on the geometric body on the paper that could be called a model, and after looking at it for a while, she couldn't help but be silent for a long time.

This guy... really hasn't learned it? ===== CHAPTER 715 =====