Su Yang pictured girls holding hands, with the requirement that they keep holding hands for ten minutes.
"..."
Wouldn't that make people think they were lesbians?
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That would be rather strange.
As a highly intelligent analytical thinker, he could obviously change the approach.
After holding hands like this, the more important thing was that he could enter Yukino's heart like a therapist.
So he needed to make her take the initiative to form a connection with him.
Psychological treatment could not be done just once or twice; it would definitely take many sessions.
So he had to create more opportunities to get in contact with her. Was there a way to kill two birds with one stone? On one hand, he could successfully sign in for an easy gain; on the other, he could begin treating her psychologically.
If that was the case...
Then there was only one way!
Su Yang's expression did not change, but his mind had already reasoned through the known conditions and how to make use of the available materials, ultimately arriving at a direction.
This was it.
Su Yang took out his drawing board. Since the pavilion was quite dry, he set it directly on the ground. He casually tore off a sheet of sketch paper and placed it on the ground, then sat down cross-legged.
Then he opened part of the...
Then, a small bottle of paint rolled toward Yukino as though out of control.
It immediately caught Yukino's attention. Eight.
She had originally been sitting there, absentmindedly swinging one of her shoes like a child who had not outgrown her innocence. She was not wearing socks, and her bare, crystal-clear, exquisitely delicate feet—every toe beautiful—were exposed to the air.
No.
Su Yang had not rolled the bottle over there to