As a member there, if she discovered a work like that, she would definitely be invited over to share in the appreciation.
The requirement for carrying out the plan was that this piece of calligraphy had to be dazzling enough to fill people with life.
For an ordinary person, a plan like this definitely could not be pulled off.
Unfortunately, Oreki had started using cheats a long time ago.
Just like that.
Drawn in by the calligraphy, Yukinoshita Mother was indeed invited over. According to the estimate, she was probably just about to come out of the association.
Thinking that, Oreki looked at his phone, then took out a delivery box.
He was wearing a pale-blue courier's uniform.
He made it look as though he was going to find the recipient and get their signature.
In fact, he had also arranged for someone to receive and sign for it over by the parking lot.
After the package was signed for, several madams came down from the elevator together.
Oreki walked toward the elevator.
At a certain instant, the gazes of the two sides crossed.
Oreki swiftly confirmed Yukinoshita Mother's identity.
Yukinoshita Mother.
Yukinoshita Mother was wearing a pale-white yukata printed with lilies, her long jet-black hair tied up neatly.
Her features were delicate and flowerlike.
Her skin was snow-white, and her nails carried a faint, healthy pink.
There was a unique charm to the way she stepped along in her wooden clogs.
She was a mature woman with great poise and allure.
The kind of person you felt you would never forget after just one glance.
But while you were looking at others, others would also look at you.
"That boy just now was so handsome."
One madam said.
"..." Oreki.
"Is that so? I thought that calligraphy was