I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

Chapter 44: The Golden-Haired Loser's Defenses Are Breached

Eriri Sawamura, a beautiful mixed-race girl with one-quarter British ancestry, showed none of her usual elegance as a young lady at this moment.

Her golden twin ponytails hung limply, like dehydrated marigolds.

The white blouse she was wearing was also stained with colorful paint, making her look somewhat disheveled, like a cat that had spilled its palette.

She squatted there, poking at a new sheet of drawing paper in front of her with a pencil, making unintelligible, animal-like whimpering sounds.

"No... the light here is wrong..."

"Aaaaaah! Why! Why can't I capture that feeling?!"

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

She was like a puppet trapped by countless invisible threads, with countless brilliant ideas in her mind, yet she could never bring them to life on paper through her fingertips.

This pain of being "ambitious but incompetent" is a soul-crushing torture for an arrogant genius.

Just then, the studio door was gently pushed open.

"Hey! Didn't I tell you not to bother me...?!"

Eriri didn't even turn her head, and shouted in an extremely impatient tone, her voice thick with tears.

However, the scenario she had envisioned—where the other party was scared away or argued back—did not occur.

An eerie, unsettling silence fell over the studio.

Only a faint, almost inaudible rustling sound rang out slowly and steadily.

What is that sound?

Eriri frowned in annoyance, and finally couldn't hold back any longer, turning around with a belly full of anger.

Then, she witnessed a scene she would never forget.

A tall, slender man wearing a white shirt stood quietly in the center of the studio.

He ignored her roars as if she were nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust in the air.

He bent down, his movements not like picking something up, but more like an experienced surgeon carefully separating necrotic tissue with cold tweezers before surgery, searching for the lesion hidden deepest inside.

Every time he picked up a discarded manuscript, his deep eyes would casually sweep over the paper, lingering for less than a fraction of a second.

It was as if they weren't reading, but rather performing some kind of ultra-high-speed data scan.

Every wrong line, every hesitant stroke, every failed composition that was erased—all were thoroughly analyzed and archived in that fleeting glance, transforming into irrefutable evidence that formed the final diagnosis.

Yukino, who was following behind Lynn, was completely stunned.

For the first time, her brain experienced a delay in logical processing.

'What...what is he doing?'

'This action...this expression...'

Yukino's pupils suddenly contracted, and an astonishing thought formed in her mind!

'This is a ritual! A... cold, focused ritual, like the surgeon examining a patient's lesions before surgery! He's diagnosing the root of Sawamura's problem by examining these "failures"!'

Eriri's anger was instantly extinguished when she saw this scene, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head, leaving only endless shock and shame!

Why...why did he pick up my trash?

Is this a way of silently mocking me?

But... but why is it that there isn't a trace of mockery in his eyes, only a deep, calm insight?

Under the gazes of the girl and Yukino, a mixture of confusion, embarrassment, and shock, Lynn picked up the last scrap of paper.

He held the thick stack of "proof of failure" in his hand and gently smoothed out the wrinkles.

Then, he looked up.

A calm and languid voice sounded behind her. The voice was not loud, but it was like a precise scalpel, instantly dissecting her chaotic heart.

"You want to capture the liveliness of the celebration, but you don't want to lose the subtlety of the figures;"

"I wanted to use bright light, but I was afraid of dimming the glimmer of light in the girl's heart."

Am I... right?

!!!

That seemingly ordinary sentence exploded in Eriri's mind like a thunderclap!

At that moment, her brain completely shut down.

She stared blankly at the man in front of her, the man who had been silently picking up all her failed attempts in a way that baffled her from the beginning.

Wait... this person...

She finally managed to break free from the quagmire of creative work and self-loathing, and began to connect the impeccable face before her with the rumors circulating on campus.

Is it... that new Mandarin teacher, Lynn?!

This realization, instead of answering her questions, plunged her into a deeper state of confusion and shock, as if she had fallen into an icy sea!

A Mandarin teacher...

How can it be? !

How could he possibly pinpoint the root cause of all my suffering over the past two days and nights simply by reading those worthless drafts?!

This is impossible!

This feeling is like a hacker who works tirelessly to attack an impregnable server, only to have the other party send over the source code with the comment: "If you're bad, practice more 々々".

It's not very aggressive, but it's extremely insulting!

Yukino, who was following behind Lynn, was once again shocked by what she saw.

'Spot on!'

'He... really is a "top expert" in a certain field! Being a Mandarin teacher is just a disguise he uses to blend into the school!'

His ability to read people's minds has been proven once again!

Yukino Yukinoshita's imagination has gone completely off the rails.

"Who...who are you?! What nonsense are you spouting!"

Eriri's cheeks flushed bright red instantly, whether from embarrassment or anger, it was hard to tell.

Her pride wouldn't allow her to admit her incompetence in front of anyone, especially a Mandarin teacher who should know nothing about it!

She jumped up from the ground like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and retorted in her signature arrogant tone, sounding fierce but actually weak.

Lynn didn't react at all to her flustered state, as if it were just the incompetent barking of a defeated dog.

He ignored her rebuttal, and simply turned over the stack of discarded manuscripts in his hand, revealing the clean back of the top one.

Then, he casually pulled out a very ordinary 2B pencil from Eriri's pencil holder.

When the warm fingertips touched the cold pen, a wonderful sense of control instantly surged from my left hand throughout my body.

'I see……'

'Even pencils have been classified as weapons by the Gangdaruff.'

A barely perceptible glint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

In his perception, this was no longer an ordinary pencil.

Its center of gravity, the graphite density of the pen core, the wood grain, the coefficient of friction generated by different forces when it glides across the paper... all of these are transformed into the most fundamental laws and data, which he has perfectly understood and completely controlled!

At this moment, the pencil is no longer a tool for drawing.

It was the supremely sharp "weapon" that Lynn used to cut through "confusion"!

next second.

He moved.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, nor any dazzling skills.

He simply held the pen, his wrist moving slightly.

"Shh-"

A line appeared on the white paper.

It's just a line.

But this line seems to have a life of its own!

It extends from one end of the paper to the other, fluid and precise, full of impeccable rhythm, as if it were a miracle of geometry itself!

Eriri's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints the moment she saw him put down his pen!

What...what is that?!

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

As a genius painter, she understands the horror of this stroke better than anyone else!

That single stroke contained absolute control over power, speed, and angle! It was a "perfect line" that she might never be able to draw in her entire life!

"Shuashuashua——"

Lynn's hands didn't stop.

That's not drawing!

That was a miracle!

He didn't even bother to conceive the idea; the pen moved smoothly across the paper as if the perfect painting already existed on the paper, and all he did was "wipe" it out and make it visible to ordinary people!

Just a few strokes!

A dynamic and tension-filled human body structure leaps off the page!

That smooth shoulder line, that precise center of gravity, that dynamic full of life... every stroke seems to contain the deepest understanding of human anatomy!

This is not over yet!

Lynn flicked his wrist again, using the side of the pencil to lightly sweep across the paper.

Light!

film!

In that instant, they were perfectly separated!

Even though it was just the simplest black, white, and gray, Eriri seemed to see the girl's soft profile bathed in sunlight, and the tranquil yet profound shadow under her skirt!

This...this is no longer a skill!

Almost magic!

It is the absolute mastery of the laws of light and shadow in painting!

"Visual focus is not achieved by piling things up, but by guiding them."

Lynn's voice rang out again, as calmly as if stating a truth.

His pen tip glided lightly across the paper, outlining an S-shaped curve that was invisible to the naked eye yet undeniably real.

"Using this invisible S-shaped curve, the main characters and elements in the picture are connected, allowing the viewer's gaze to flow naturally, like a tamed stream."

Finally, the tip of his pen touched a spot on the canvas.

"Then, reserve the golden ratio for the core that you most want to express."

"Whether it's a glimmer of light in a girl's eyes or a petal that her fingertips touch."

"To transform all the hustle and bustle into a backdrop that sets off this moment."

The words fell.

The pen tip stopped.

A near-perfect composition sketch, drawn in just over ten seconds, is complete.

"Now, do you understand, Sawamura-kun?"

The entire studio was deathly silent.