The cubs solemnly parted their chubby little legs.

Exhale forcefully.

Exhale,

Her little face was tense.

The chubby little hand, imbued with a wisp of spiritual energy, gently descended from mid-air.

His serious expression made the old man afraid to even breathe.

One stroke

Two strokes

Three strokes,

Just three simple strokes.

One…no…three, a small grass composed of three blades of grass appeared abstractly in front of the two of them.

That sprawled-out, half-sprawled-out appearance.

That could be described as unrestrained and grassroots.

The old man: ...That's normal, that's normal. The child can't draw yet! If he could draw so lifelike right away...

That would really make it impossible for an old man like him to live.

However, the next second...

Just when the old man thought the cub was finally back to normal, his eyes suddenly widened.

In this grass...

Such powerful purifying power!

How is that possible?!

The grass isn't even properly shaped!

The old man's eyes widened; no matter how he thought about it, it just didn't seem possible.

His hand stroking his beard moved faster and faster.

He has been a leading figure in the modeling and drawing industry for so many years.

I've seen people with exceptional talent before.

But this is the first time I've seen something this outrageous.

The old man reached out to put the small blade of grass in his palm and examine it closely.

But unexpectedly,

I was about to get it.

But that blade of grass was right under the old man's nose.

That's how it is.

Hey!

A slight twist of the waist!

It escaped from the old man's grasp.

The old man, who was eagerly preparing to take a closer look: ...?

The old man gasped.

What, what, what!?

This grass!?

However, this was the first time the cub had been created by the user.

That little blade of grass wasn't very stable.

With her long, thin legs spread apart

It flew around the cub joyfully once.

The fluorescence dissipated because the energy was not stable enough.

cub: Hmm?

The cub's chubby little hands reached out blankly in mid-air.

They caught nothing.

The grass has disappeared!

The cub looked at the old man.

Her clear, bright eyes were filled with disappointment.

The old man stroked his beard even faster.

He patiently explained to the cubs,

"It's okay, little one."

It simply transforms into your spiritual power once again.

The old man paused for a moment,

"Come on, little one, let's do it again."

How about we draw something a little more difficult this time?

Shall we try drawing a puppy?

The cubs are at a stage where everything is new and fascinating.

Now I hear there's something fun to tell you.

The little head was practically leaving afterimages as it nodded.

The old man smiled kindly.

He raised his hand again.

A shimmering yellow light appeared between his fingers.

Then it kept flashing and flashing.

Between each stroke,

An adorable little dog appeared before the two of them.

It was a small, tan-colored dog.

Her body even had some white, milky spots as decoration.

That little dog is different from the grass Grandpa drew before.

Grass is an inanimate object; at most, it will only sway slightly with the airflow.

But what about the puppy in front of us?

It is clearly more refined than the grass.

Every hair is depicted with exquisite detail, so lifelike.

Moreover, it can interact with people in more intelligent ways.

It will wag its tail.

It would nuzzle the old man's hand affectionately.

However, this puppy couldn't make a sound.

But that fluffy little tail still makes the cub's chubby little hands itch to look at it.

This time, the old man deliberately painted very slowly, and with great care.

He simply wanted to see just how far the talent of this cub had reached.

Without systematic learning, what level can one achieve solely based on talent?

The cub, however, was unaware of the old man's true intentions.

The puppy just watched intently as the little dog frolicked and played at the old man's feet.

I love it!

I love it!

A round head, a chubby little bottom, and a tail that looks like a little whirlwind!

Just like how her third senior brother taught her to draw on rice paper.

She remembers it.

Third Senior Brother's paintings are so beautiful and powerful.

Especially landscapes and figures,

Many fairies are begging for it!

At this point,

The cub's chubby face looked extremely serious and focused.

I was once taught by my third senior brother.

We can't let our third senior brother down!

Um,

Bao has decided.

Bao wants to draw the little dog that her third senior brother taught her to draw!

One ambitious cub, with a serious expression and a chubby face, began to draw stroke by stroke.

chubby cheeks

chubby, plump butt

A cute little tail,

Then, under the old man's gaze,

An abstract dog made of geometric shapes appeared before him.

A round face that is crooked and distorted.

A strangely oval-shaped, plump body.

Four small matchsticks with four limbs

And a little tail that looks like a banana.

However, those two eyes were big and bright.

One second, two seconds, three seconds

Under the expectant gazes of the cub and the old man,

The geometric puppy didn't make a sound.

The old man shook his head slightly.

No one's mental strength can be this terrifying.

Such a spiritual crop is impossible...!?!

Um! ?

The old man suddenly held his breath.

It moved!

The old man couldn't help but rub his eyes.

Is it just my imagination?

He thought he just saw the little dog in front of him, made of geometric mental energy, slightly twitch its banana tail.

Now there seems to be no movement again; it seems it was just his imagination.

The old man slowly exhaled, and then suddenly fell silent again.

Because he watched helplessly as the geometric creature in front of him shakily stood up from the ground.

Then,

From the mouth represented by that curved line, we heard a tender yet determined howl!

The old man: ! !

The old man found it unbelievable.

But seeing his happy expression, it seemed like it was somewhat expected.

after all,

After all, what three-year-old child would treat that endless darkness as a karaoke room?

only,

If the old man's best expectation for the puppy was that she could get the little dog moving...

So the cub did something beyond his expectations.

She could even make an abstract puppy make a childish bark.

And he could clearly feel it.

That little dog can really communicate with people.

"Doggy~ Jump, jump, jump~"

The chubby little guy, completely unaware of what he'd done, was having a great time.

She created a little friend~

A chubby little dog is teaching the puppy to jump.

Squat down slightly.

Short legs, slightly bowed

Her small bottom and shoulders formed an extremely rounded curve.

Even the baby's voice carries a sense of effort.

"Push harder!"

Jump!

A person and a dog landed at the same time.

The cub's thought process has always been peculiar; the mere fact that they landed at the same time was enough to make her giggle with laughter.

A puppy was having a great time playing with the dog in the art studio.

It even inspired the little dog that the old man had drawn before.

So the puppies and two dogs had an absolutely wonderful time playing in the art studio.

From one end of the studio to the other end

Rolling from the soft sofa to the thick carpet,

One of the cubs even miraculously learned to draw a not-so-round little ball.

Playing fetch with two puppies.

The little chubby belly was bouncing and jiggling from playing.

The little chubby paws were also clapping excitedly.

Only the old man remained standing there, stroking his beard, utterly perplexed.

Never heard of it.

I've never heard of it.

He had never seen such a genius in all his years of life.

The old man stood in the center of the studio, racking his brains.

A puppy waved its little paws happily, trying its best to chase after two other puppies with its chubby little legs.

"Giggle giggle giggle giggle~"