"Ah... okay, okay."
Beep, beep, beep...
After hanging up, Su Lin didn't waste a single minute and had Mashiro-chan set off immediately.
Leaving the house, she followed the route in her memories to the enormous Yaoyorozu family villa. She didn't show the fatigue Sister Doma had felt. This proved that Mashiro Shiina's physical condition was much better than Doma's.
A breeze blew past, stirring her beige-blonde hair. Mashiro gave off the fragrant aura unique to a youthful girl. Her slender waist and smooth, pale legs beneath her short skirt seemed naturally flawless. Paired with her lovely face, she was stunning at a single glance.
Just as she was about to press the doorbell, Yaoyorozu's voice came from the device before her.
"Hello, may I ask who you are?"
Mashiro toyed with her flowing hair and said lazily, "Su Lin."
"Pfft~~"
The sound of someone spraying water came from the speaker.
"Wait, I'll open the gate right away."
The iron gate soon opened, and Mashiro immediately entered Yaoyorozu's home. This should have been her second time coming to a place like this.
"Even though I'm happy, why did you suddenly want to come to my house to draw?" Yaoyorozu asked curiously.
"Of course, to earn your money."
That blunt answer instantly froze Yaoyorozu's expression.
"Ahaha... then the studio is on the second floor. Please follow me upstairs."
Following Yaoyorozu into a private art studio that alone covered several hundred square meters, Mashiro's eyelids visibly twitched several times.
"Rich people!"
Just how wealthy did someone have to be to make their personal studio this huge? It was simply outrageous.
"Haha, it's nothing much. These days, truly rich people install highways inside their houses."
"..."
Mashiro-chan paid no attention to Yaoyorozu's words. She blankly murmured, "Draw," then tossed aside her coat and walked over to the easel.
"I'll draw All Might."
"Huh?"
At that moment, Mashiro seemed to have been possessed by the soul of a master painter. She leaned against the back of her chair, gently took off her shoes, and placed both legs on the chair.
Her expression was incomparably focused. The brush in her hand seemed to possess a soul as it began tracing the most exquisite lines on its own.
A few minutes later, because the room was too warm, Mashiro-chan directly pulled open her snow-white shirt and underwear, then started taking off her skirt right in front of Yaoyorozu.
"..."
"Mmm, it's so hot. Isn't there any air conditioning?"
With a casual flick, her skirt flew straight onto Yaoyorozu's face.
"Y-you, you..." Yaoyorozu was completely dumbfounded.
Whoosh~
Before she had time to react, the panties left Mashiro's hand and similarly slapped onto Yaoyorozu's face.
Chapter 77: All Might in Everyday Life
"Ahhh! Su Lin, what are you doing??!!"
Snatching the panties off her face, Yaoyorozu's face flushed red with embarrassment, yet she couldn't bring herself to get angry.
Was this dazed little fool in front of her really her class president? Why had she become like this?
"Hm?" Mashiro turned around and looked at her in confusion. The room really was rather warm, and a bead of sweat had seeped onto her forehead.
"I already turned on the air conditioning. It's just that this room is too big, so it needs time. Hurry up and put your clothes on! Don't stand naked in front of me!!"
The panties actually smelled nice... No, Yaoyorozu felt like she was being led astray.
"Don't want to."
Mashiro Shiina lazily yawned and continued drawing on the paper.
In an instant, her aura completely changed. Even Yaoyorozu had the illusion that a great painter stood before her.
With her arms wrapped around her knees and her beige-blonde hair draped over her snowy body, a mysterious light shone in her eyes. With only a few strokes, she outlined a lifelike scene.
The painting depicted All Might from behind, his face turned toward the distant setting sun. Though he was clearly tall and imposing, he somehow gave off an indescribable sense of weariness.
It was a scene from some moment in the future, one Mashiro had once seen in anime.
How many people in this world knew that the No. 1 hero they relied on and took pride in—the strongest hero who always brought people reassurance with his hearty laughter—had long since been overwhelmed?
Several years ago, in his battle against All For One, All Might suffered a grievous wound to the abdomen and could barely even stand. His assistant, the hero with the Foresight Quirk—Nighteye—learned that All Might would die in battle several years later. He urged All Might to give up saving people, live peacefully as an ordinary person, and enjoy the years he had left. Even if All Might retired, another No. 1 would soon appear to take his place and keep fighting as that supreme symbol. Even if there was temporary unrest, it would not affect much.
But All Might asked, "During that temporary period, how many people will have to live in fear?"
And so, even knowing that he would die in a terrifying battle in the future, in a manner so tragic it was beyond words, he continued without regret. Every day, he used the muscular form of his Quirk, which he could only maintain for a few hours, to contribute to this world.
Even if everyone was crying, he would laugh cheerfully and shout in a heartwarming voice, "It's okay, because I am here!"
Yaoyorozu stared at the painting, clearly stunned.
Because Mashiro Shiina had truly poured her feelings into it.
Not to mention that her painting skills were unbelievably superb, nearly perfectly recreating every detail of All Might's muscular form.
"Are you... really Su Lin?"
Momo Yaoyorozu was stunned as she unconsciously moved closer.
Mashiro looked utterly breathtaking while painting. Even a woman would be amazed by that elegant, composed aura.
"Don't disturb me."
Mashiro-chan raised one foot and directly planted it on Yaoyorozu's face.
"Ahhh!" Yaoyorozu waved her hand in embarrassment and smacked Mashiro's leg away, making her lose her balance and fall from the chair.
"Not good."
Yaoyorozu immediately lunged forward and caught her.
The two embraced. There was nothing unusual in Mashiro Shiina's gaze; her eyes held only her painting. Yaoyorozu's face, meanwhile, had already turned crimson.
"Y-you..."
Embarrassingly enough, she had no idea who was taking advantage of whom in this situation. She knew Su Lin's original body was male, and being held by a girl should have been a huge advantage for him, but... why did she instead feel like she had committed some unforgivable crime?
Especially with Mashiro's pure, flawless eyes.
On the other side, Su Lin's original body covered his face at home.
Though he had anticipated something, he truly hadn't expected things to develop this far. The thoughts in Mashiro's head were indeed his, but right now, he genuinely cared about nothing except drawing. This was probably the so-called side effect.
After quietly finishing the painting, only three hours had passed, and it was already getting dark.
Mashiro Shiina lazily yawned, crawled onto the floor, curled into a ball, and began entering sleep mode.
"Hey, hey, don't sleep on the floor. There's a room next door." Yaoyorozu was so frustrated that she simply stepped forward, picked up Mashiro-chan, walked several dozen meters, and placed her on a soft bed.
The adorable girl quickly wrapped herself in the blanket, then grabbed Yaoyorozu's hand and rubbed against it. She let out a soft "Umi," like a lazy kitten.
"Oh my god, this is way too cute, isn't it?" Though she didn't want to admit it, Yaoyorozu couldn't help stroking her head and whispering, "Be good. Sleep well."
And so, Mashiro slowly narrowed her eyes and drifted into sweet dreams.
"Phew~~"
Yaoyorozu wiped cold sweat from her forehead, feeling that something was off.
"Is this really Su Lin?"
She hurriedly made a call, and the original body quickly answered.
"Um, Su Lin-chan, you..."
"Sorry, I acted cute toward you just now."
Momo Yaoyorozu: "..."
Damn, it really was him.
Yaoyorozu nearly dropped her phone.
"Ahem, I definitely didn't do it on purpose... Well, I guess it was intentional too, but whenever I use that body, I naturally become like that."
Her behavior was completely beyond control.
"I understand, I understand." Yaoyorozu took out a tissue and wiped her forehead.
So what exactly did you understand?
Su Lin took a deep breath and said, "Did you see that painting?"
"Which one?" Yaoyorozu froze for a moment. Then the image of All Might in the painting flashed through her mind, and she immediately said excitedly, "It was very beautiful. Did you really draw it?"
"Of course. How much? Name a price."
"???"
"Sell it to you."
"This..." So it really was for money. Yaoyorozu didn't know what to say. Thinking of the adorable girl in the room, then the emotional impact of All Might in the painting, she felt that she... seemed unable to refuse.
"How about one million?"
"Pfft~~"
"Huh? Su Lin, what's wrong? Is that too little? Then ten million?"
"Pffffft~~~~~"
On the other end, Su Lin felt faint pains rising from his chest.
"Wait, don't say anything yet. Let me recover."
Ten million, converted to the currency from before his transmigration, was roughly over six hundred thousand yuan... right?
Chapter 78: The Real Misunderstanding
"Then... one hundred million? Sorry, Su Lin-chan, I really don't understand art, so I can't judge the value of a painting either. Don't be angry if my offer is too low."
Yaoyorozu naturally couldn't imagine that Su Lin on the other side was practically suffocating after hearing that number.
"No, no, I don't need that much. Just give me some living expenses. I still have a bunch of adorable avatars at home waiting to be fed. At the very least, don't let them go hungry." Su Lin's tone was helpless.
"That sounds so pitiful." Yaoyorozu inexplicably felt sorry for him. "Then let's do this. I'll transfer ten million to you right now. If it's not enough, ask me for more."
"Thank you."
After hanging up, Su Lin let out a long breath and sat on the bed.
Sure enough, not long afterward, a message popped up on Su Lin's phone showing that ten million had been deposited. His hand trembled with excitement, and he nearly dropped the phone onto the floor.
That night, at the Yaoyorozu residence.
"Mother, don't go in there. There's really nothing inside."
With her arms spread wide, Yaoyorozu stood in front of the huge room, an awkward smile on her face.
The dignified woman before her was expressionless. She was Yaoyorozu's mother. Her gaze rested on the door, carrying an indescribable sense of authority.
"I don't believe you. If there's really no problem, why are you acting so sneaky and locking the door?"
"Mother, it's true. There's really nothing inside."
Yaoyorozu's expression and tone grew increasingly guilty, sounding utterly unconvincing.
That only made her mother more certain something was wrong. Her expression turned solemn. "Tell me, did you bring a man home from outside?"
"No, no, how could that be? You misunderstand. How could I..."
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