Learning to Drive

...

Ye Shuang placed the sketches in his hand on the table, then crossed his arms and let his gaze fall on the two girls. At this moment, upon seeing those sketches, Tang Keke suddenly seemed to understand something.

"Eh... this thing." Tang Keke showed a little OvO expression, thinking for a moment, as if wanting to find a suitable excuse for Bai Yuyou.

"I drew them," Bai Yuyou said immediately.

Don't confess so honestly?! You silly child.

At this time, Tang Keke also said, "Um, doesn't drawing require drawing human poses? This is very normal, brother, this is just pure human anatomy practice."

Ye Shuang: "..."

Under Ye Shuang's gaze, Tang Keke's expression gradually became guilty.

"Keke, don't speak first. Yuyou, you tell me." Ye Shuang looked at Bai Yuyou. After all, Yuyou was a more honest child and generally wouldn't lie to him.

Just as Ye Shuang expected, Bai Yuyou directly admitted it.

"I am learning to draw doujinshi from Teacher Yuyue."

Perhaps because the girl was too frank, coupled with the serious look on her face, the words "draw doujinshi" were spoken with awe-inspiring righteousness.

Ye Shuang: "..."

You're so wrong that it almost sounds right.

"Why draw this? Aren't there many other types? Like oil painting, sketching, and so on." After calming his mood, Ye Shuang intended to correct the girl's way of thinking.

"This kind of thing is not allowed in our country."

"Why?" Bai Yuyou asked.

"There is no why," Ye Shuang said, but then noticed Bai Yuyou looking thoughtful. She then said, "I just won't show it to others."

Ye Shuang: "..."

Did this child not understand what he meant?

Ye Shuang pinched the bridge of his nose, and then said, "So, Yuyou, why did you want to draw this in the first place?"

Hearing this, the girl hesitated.

"Did that Teacher Yuyue teach you?" Ye Shuang asked.

Bai Yuyou nodded.

"Why? Can't you even tell me?" Ye Shuang asked.

"..." Bai Yuyou looked away.

Has her rebellious phase arrived?

Seeing Bai Yuyou stay silent, Ye Shuang couldn't help but think about it, but he didn't continue to press her. After all, Yuyou was an adult now—to put it bluntly, he just wanted to guide Yuyou down a more correct path.

"If you don't want to say it, I won't ask, but you're not allowed to draw these things anymore." Ye Shuang gently patted the sketches in front of him.

Then he also looked at Tang Keke on the side, saying, "Keke, did you hear that? Stop instilling weird knowledge into Yuyou all day long."

"Oops..." Tang Keke scratched her head.

Seeing Keke nodding her head, Ye Shuang handed the sketches to Bai Yuyou. "Alright, deal with these yourself, can you do that?"

Bai Yuyou looked at the drawing paper in her hand and gave a slight nod.

"Good girl." Seeing the girl nod, Ye Shuang smiled and reached out to rub her head.

However, at this moment, Ye Shuang suddenly remembered the time Bai Yuyou took the initiative at the hot spring. Could she have learned that from the doujinshi?

Ye Shuang: "..."

Better eat breakfast first.

After breakfast, Ye Shuang, as usual, chose to drop Keke and Yuyou off at school first—after all, Keke had sprained her waist, so walking straight to school was a bit difficult, and she didn't need to attend gym class either.

"We still have cars at home, Yuyou, Keke, you two should probably get your driver's licenses soon." Ye Shuang said, "I'll find some time to teach you how to drive first."

"Oh? Sure, I was just telling my dad a few days ago that I wanted to buy a car," Tang Keke said.

Ye Shuang was a bit surprised that Keke would take the initiative to mention buying a car to her father. "Really? I thought you weren't interested in cars."

Based on his understanding of Keke, this kid should only like ACG-related stuff.

But right now, Keke had a look like a fly rubbing its hands together.

"Brother, you don't know, last time I saw those itasha cars, I really wished I could get one myself."

"Oh..."

At this time, Ye Shuang also looked at Yuyou. "Yuyou, how about I buy you a new car too?"

After all, Ye Shuang thought about it and felt that the cars at home didn't seem very suitable for a girl like Yuyou to drive.

"Learn to drive first." Bai Yuyou didn't seem to be in a hurry.

But she suddenly thought of something and asked Tang Keke, "Itasha... can you stick real people on them?"

"I don't know, probably?" Keke said, then asked, "Who do you want to stick on it?"

"Ye Shuang," Bai Yuyou answered without hesitation.

Holding the steering wheel, Ye Shuang hurriedly said, "Don't."

The thought of Bai Yuyou driving a car covered entirely in his photos and portraits made him feel like his toes could curl hard enough to dig a three-bedroom apartment in the soles of his shoes just from stepping outside.

After arriving at the academy, Ye Shuang dropped off the two girls and was about to head to the company.

"Brother seems quite busy all day, having to drop us off and go to work and all." Tang Keke looked at the receding back of the car, muttered softly, and then turned to look at the girl beside her.

"Yuyou, brother has forbidden you from drawing doujinshi anymore, what do we do now?"

"Stop it, Ah You, it's all brother out there."

Since Ye Shuang had spoken, Tang Keke thought it was best to just let Yuyou give up drawing doujinshi, even though she had been drawing for a while and had even begun to form her own art style.

It had to be said that Yuyou learned everything very quickly. Whether it was music or painting, her concentration and talent were simply things you could only wish for.

Faced with Tang Keke's inquiry, Bai Yuyou replied, "Then I'll draw something else."

"Something else?"

Bai Yuyou nodded, then said, "Little animals..."

"This evolutionary path of yours seems a bit cursed, you can't do that." Seeing that Yuyou was about to step into the ranks of furries, Tang Keke immediately shook her head. Even though fetishes could be niche, they shouldn't be this niche, or even downright cursed, right?

"Actually, you can draw them secretly. Besides, brother doesn't go into your room very often, right? We can just buy a drawing tablet or something and draw on the computer," Tang Keke immediately suggested.

Bai Yuyou thought about it, "It's not good to hide it from Ye Shuang."

"Yuyou, do you still remember the original purpose of drawing doujinshi?" Tang Keke reached out and placed her hands on Bai Yuyou's shoulders. At this moment, her art style seemed to turn into black-and-white manga colors. "Remember it! Yuyou!"

Bai Yuyou said, "To draw doujinshi of the characters Keke likes."

"Oh, that's just one of the reasons." Tang Keke coughed lightly. "Didn't you want to draw doujinshi for brother? Because that Teacher Yuyue said that boys all hope to have a girlfriend who can draw doujinshi for them to read..."

Bai Yuyou nodded.

"Anyway, just entertaining ourselves shouldn't be a problem, right?" Tang Keke thought.

"Whatever, let's go for it!"

"Go for it..."

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