Fuji Shusuke stepped forward with a smile, "Kagemitsu, Atobe."

"Zhousuke?"

"Ah well, Fuji, Sanada, you guys are too slow."

Yukimura Seiichi walked up to Keimitsu with a smile, vaguely blocking Keimitsu and Fuji, "Keimitsu, how are you and Atobe-san going? If everything is fine, let's go to the next level quickly, shall we?"

"Yeah, no problem,"

Jingguang nodded and then looked at his brother.

"Come with me."

For some reason, Atobe became alert, held his brother's hand, and walked in front.

Jingguang was unaware of it. He looked at his brother holding his hand, with a smile and warmth flashing in his eyes.

Once upon a time, the two brothers would run back and forth here hand in hand.

"elder brother."

"Um?"

"Did you forget that we have a secret passage?"

"......"

Atobe Keigo stopped walking, paused suspiciously for three seconds, turned around and looked at the people behind him: "Ah, follow me, we can take a shortcut."

With Jingguang's reminder, Atobe also remembered the entrance to the secret passage.

Everyone came to the corridor, and next to an ordinary wall lamp hung an abstract oil painting.

"This is......?"

Fuji Shusuke seemed to have discovered something and took a closer look. The signature on the lower right corner of the painting was...

Atobe Kagemitsu.

"Ah...Kagemitsu, you drew this? Is this you and Atobe?"

"Well, when I was 6, my oil painting teacher taught us to draw figures. I drew it, me and my brother!"

The boy was not embarrassed at all. He raised his chin and looked at the painting, his eyes full of tenderness as he was lost in memories.

Although he still had that cold and expressionless look, it was not difficult to see the pride in his tone.

"It's so ugly, what is this painting about?"

The insane Kirihara couldn't help but complain.

Yukimura Seiichi and Sanada Genichirō both held their foreheads helplessly, while Kirihara Kaikon received cold stares from the Atobe brothers.

"My brother, who started painting at the age of 6, was able to create such a masterpiece. What about you, Kirihara? Huh?"

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the painting was framed and placed in such a place, so it must be something that Atobe valued and liked very much.

These two brothers,

Obviously my brother's drawing skills are average or even disastrous.

One carefully protects his brother's self-confidence, and the other naively thinks that his brother really likes him.

However, it is not wrong to say that Atobe likes it. This painting may seem childish and abstract to them now.

It's not that Master Atobe's aesthetic standards have declined.

Rather, it was the special and unique nature of this painting that made Atobe love it so much.

Otherwise, the young Atobe would not have framed it exquisitely and placed it here.

Fortunately, those guys didn't touch the frame.

Fuji smiled and tried to smooth things over, "I think the painting is pretty good, Jingguang, is this a painting of you and Atobe?"

"Um."

Jingguang looked up at the painting, as if recalling the time when he was learning to paint.