Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

"Just consider it a rehearsal, and have him be my model?"

"Whatever you like, just make it look nice."

"I have a lot of confidence in myself."

Han Chuan You's painting skills are actually quite good.

After all, knowing he didn't have any cheat codes, he had countless dreams and fought for them.

With countless experiences from his predecessors who had transmigrated before him in his mind, he had thought about making money by exploiting information gaps, about becoming a literary giant, about becoming a master in the ACGN field...

He was just making a fortune by exploiting information asymmetry, but this was a parallel world. He was preparing to become a literary giant, and he could be a plagiarist, but he didn't have the memories of those famous works. The only literature he had read in his previous life was mostly online novels, and his writing style was not good enough to replicate them.

Later, as a seasoned anime fan, I thought I could become an artist and publish comics, but after two and a half years of hard work, I only reached a passable level, and I don't remember much about the plot.

Upon realizing he was destined to be just an ordinary person, he gave up and could only live off Meiyue, drifting along and waiting to die.

As he got older, he practiced kendo with Mizuki and discovered that he had a strong talent for kendo. Knowing that he could use this to gain a chance to enter Tokyo University, he decided to follow in Mizuki's footsteps and join the Gold Watch Group, still aiming to live a life of leisure.

It wasn't until the long-awaited "golden touch" arrived that his life was completely changed.

Kujou Kitsune volunteered to be a model, and Hanakawa Yu naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony.

As his brush touched the paper, he openly and honestly admired every detail of the girl.

In the end, he concluded that every part of the girl was perfect.

However, the curve in front of her body is still somewhat lacking.

She is indeed outstanding among her peers, but she still lacks something compared to those older women.

What's missing? It's "big".

Thinking of this, he shook his head regretfully.

Why are you shaking your head?

Kujou Kitsune looked up from her painting, sensing a hint of insult in his eyes.

Han Chuanyou shook his head and glanced at it again:

"It's nothing, it's alright."

"You."

She looked down at her chest.

Is his company really that small? What does this guy even consider to be truly big?

After art class, Han Chuanyou showed her his painting.

"What do you think? Give me your feedback."

Kujou Kitsune glanced at it and gave a merciless assessment:

"The main structure is bad, the perspective is wrong, and the light and shadow relationships are messy. Did you adjust the colors with your eyes closed?"

This was a blow to Han Chuanyou, who was actually quite satisfied with his painting.

"Your criticism is too harsh. Are you really that good at drawing?"

Kujou Kitsune didn't say anything, but silently adjusted the angle of the easel, turning the picture around.

It's an oil painting depicting a landscape downstairs, with flowing light and shadow, distinct layers, and the distant teaching building presenting a soft and textured gradient in the afternoon light. Even the inconspicuous green plant on the windowsill is painted with a sense of breath.

No matter how you look at it, you can't find any fault with it.

Han Chuan You had nothing to say.

They lost completely.

Is this guy a genius?

Seeing his defeated expression, Kujou Kitsune curled her lips and revealed a smug smile once again.

"Don't be sad if you lose to me."

Very familiar line.

"I am not sad."

"Who knows?"

Kujou covered her lips with one hand, chuckled, and her eyes curved into a beautiful arc, making it seem like she was mocking herself no matter how you looked at it.

I really want to spank her.

Nine Fox Feathers subconsciously moved her chair further away from him and said seriously:

"Using force to solve problems is unacceptable."

"But it's useful. You'd better protect your backside, or I might sneak up on you one day."

"You have already chosen a path to death."

"I'll spank you first."

"abnormal."

After class, Kujou Kitsune walked very fast, as if afraid that he might suddenly attack her. She had witnessed just how shameless Hanakawa Yu was.

……

Around noon, Han Chuanyou walked against the crowd toward the rooftop.

The iron gate leading to the rooftop was now open; it was usually locked.

As he stepped out of the stairwell, he saw a girl standing on the rooftop admiring the view.

"I thought you were afraid I'd spank you and wouldn't show up. How do you have the key to the rooftop?"

The wind on the rooftop blew up the girl's long, black hair, her skirt fluttered in the wind, and her snow-white thighs were dazzling.

Han Chuanyou felt that the wind wasn't strong enough, it was just a little bit lacking.

Nine fox feathers brushed a strand of hair from beside her cheek, rolled her eyes at him, and pressed down the slightly fluttering hem of her skirt:

"There's no place in this school that I can't go."

Han Chuanyou smiled smugly: "I don't believe it. I know there's a place you absolutely can't go."

"Where?"

"In my heart."

Kujou Kitsune clicked her tongue lightly, revealing a look of disgust:

"If this is a lame joke, then sorry, it's not funny."

Han Chuan You looked around, then his eyes lit up with anticipation:

"Alright, let's get started without further ado."

Kujo nods and takes her phone out of the inner pocket of her skirt:

"Then I'll have someone bring lunch up."

"Wasn't it supposed to be something nice for me to see?"

"Did I specify what I wanted you to do up here? I meant I wanted you to come to the rooftop and have lunch with me."

Kujou Kitsune's lips curled into a smug smile, pleased with his humiliation.

Hanchuan Yu curled his lips.

He knew that unrealistic fantasies are just fantasies, and a girl wouldn't like you just because she talked to you a few more times.

I've become a goblin myself.

No saint would ever fall in love with a goblin! They just enjoy toying with innocent young men.

Nine fox feathers gracefully approached him: "This is just punishment for your disrespect. Disappointment is a hard feeling to bear, isn't it?"

"Not really, I had expected it all along."

Han Chuanyou's expression was serious, as if he were looking at some heinous criminal.

"Woman, that's not how you play the game. Your favorability towards me has dropped by one point."

"That's a lot falling off."

Kujou shrugged nonchalantly, walked to a pipe of unknown origin, touched it with her fingers, found no dust, and then gracefully sat down, holding down her skirt.

Han Chuanyou sat down next to her: "You'd better have a lunch that satisfies me to make up for this drop in favorability."

"You won't be disappointed."

Chapter 56: Pleasure Play (Please read on Tuesday)

Meiyue didn't make him a bento box today, so he thought he was going to eat at the cafeteria.

There's a feast to be had; why not take advantage of it?

The maid who delivered lunch was the same older sister from last time, but today she changed the cuisine; it was Chinese food.

Seafood in a broth, Dongpo pork, roasted pigeon breast, matsutake chicken soup...

Each dish has only one outstanding feature: exquisiteness, or in other words, expensive.

"It was all prepared according to my taste. It seems you know my preferences very well."

Kujou Kitsune didn't deny it. She rested her chin on her crossed hands and looked at him with a smile: "So, have you fallen in love with me?"

"Almost."

Han Chuan You decided to temporarily forgive Kujou Kitsune for deceiving him into thinking that the innocent Xiao Chunan had come to see something good, only to be greatly disappointed in the end.

Compared to beautiful girls who can only be looked at but not eaten, Han Chuan You prefers dishes that can be eaten.

Seeing Han Chuan You eating heartily, Kujou Kitsune shook her head with a light laugh, and gradually developed an appetite herself.

After finishing the meal, more than half of it ended up in Han Chuan You's stomach.

"You have a huge appetite."

Kujou Kitsuneha sipped her tea and complained.

Han Chuan You finished the rest of the chicken soup in one gulp:

"Practicing kendo involves a lot of physical activity, so I naturally eat a lot. These muscles on my body didn't grow for nothing."

As he spoke, he lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles. Nourished by spiritual energy, the muscles were arranged more naturally, appearing perfectly formed and displaying an exquisite aesthetic.

Nine Fox Feathers paused in his action of pouring tea, stunned by the sudden scene.

The boy's muscles weren't the kind that only attracted big guys; instead, he had a lean, well-defined, strong physique that appealed to girls.

She was surprised that the boy, despite his seemingly thin physique, possessed such great inner qualities.

Kujou Kitsune glanced at it, then glanced again, then took another sip of tea and said indifferently, "I suspect you're being a scoundrel."

"That's called being generous. I'm not as stingy as you. Want to touch it? Don't be shy."

Han Chuanyou slapped his stomach loudly.

"Do not want to."

Kujou Kitsune shook her head in refusal, suspecting that Hanakawa Yu was trying to seduce her.

What a joke! As the eldest daughter of the Kujo family, what handsome men hasn't she seen?

To be honest, ignoring Han Chuanyou's twisted personality, among all the talented young men she knew, his face was indeed unmatched.

Now, with this figure, she's at the top level.

But why does such a perfectly good face have a mouth?

Han Chuanyou gave him a look that said, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't know how to use it." Just as he was about to say something, he caught a glimpse of a maid hesitating at the door.

The older maid stood by the door with a tray in her hand, looking at the scene on the rooftop.

In the sunlight, the young man's robe was half-lifted, while the young lady turned her face away to drink her tea...

She stood frozen in place, unsure whether to retreat or step forward, two suspicious blushes rising on her cheeks.

"Never mind touching it then."

Han Chuanyou turned his gaze to the doorway, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.