After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

After Everett brought over some documents, he saw that Scott was very interested in the rose-red-wrapped sketchbook on the table.

He was also confused at first, but after noticing the name on the sketchbook, he smiled knowingly.

Such a smile matches Everett's handsome face and beautiful orange eyes. When he smiles, his eyes seem to suddenly become brighter and look very charming.

"Ah, it looks like he sent me some new works again."

"Huh?" Scott thought this was odd.

In Yuye's setting, the crown prince is not a person who likes art... or maybe Everett's painting skills are quite bad——

The original text of "The Game of Mediation" is "Everett wanted to draw a chicken, but when he finally finished it, the emperor said he had drawn a pumpkin."

So, Everett lost his motivation to paint.

Yuye was actually quite ashamed:

I'm really sorry, Everett. After all, I created you as a villain... Relatively speaking, Li Luxiu's painting skills are indeed much better...

But now that you have turned over a new leaf, I will treat this as a flaw... who doesn't have flaws?"

Seeing Scott's inquiring eyes, Everett reached out and picked up the sketchbook, holding it in both hands as if it were a treasure, and explained with interest:

“Alvin was a friend I made when I was a child. He was a loner and didn’t like to socialize with people, but he had a great talent for painting.

"He likes to collect beautiful works of art, travel around the world to appreciate the clothing styles of various countries, draw what he sees and hears in sketchbooks, and appreciate various art-related things..."

Scott felt his scalp tingling when he heard this:

"Stop, stop, Your Highness. To make a long story short, he is an elegant gentleman who loves art!"

"Uh...you're right." Everett smiled and nodded with narrowed eyes.

As he spoke the following words, Everett stretched out his hand to scratch his short blond curly hair and smiled shyly:

"I am ashamed to say that I once thought of becoming a painter when I was a child. Unfortunately, I am the only child of my father, and I still need to shoulder the responsibility of governing the empire."

Scott smiled on the surface, but in his heart he was actually——

"It's obviously because your painting skills are so poor that even the emperor can't stand it."

Everett continued:

"I once wanted to be his apprentice, but my drawing skills were so poor that the pictures I produced were like those of a three-year-old child. Hahahaha..."

(Good, you have these insights)

Scott said calmly, "That's a very good abstract work."

Yuye was actually quite helpless. When she talked about painting, she remembered the "Unthinkable Seven" she had described when she created "The Game of Mediation".

He is probably the best painter in the whole book.

However, Yuye did not describe [Simulation] in much detail: he only said that [Simulation] "is good at drawing and can draw very realistic works in a short time."

It's like... a color camera.

She also didn't expect that such a person would actually appear in the world of novels.

Unfortunately, since Scott was a member of the Impes family who was responsible for military forces, he only learned the basics of appreciation in terms of culture and art.

As for creating works of art, he is really no good at it.

The Alvy described by Everett really seems to be a rare "gentleman who focuses on art" in "The Game of Mediation". Yuye always feels that the appearance of such a person in the plot must have its purpose.

then...

"Your Highness, are you still in touch with him?"

Everett could no longer laugh. He closed his eyes and shook his head:

“When I was eight years old, Alvy moved with his parents. His parents liked freedom and they wanted to complete their goal of traveling around the continent.

“He’s been away from Portia for years.

"Besides, Alvy is just a rich commoner, not even a noble. As the crown prince, if I get too close to commoners, what will those nobles who are trying to send their children to be the crown prince's companions think?

"So..."

Everett shook his head violently when he said this, his expression full of helplessness at the breakdown of the friendship caused by the disparity in their status.

Scott stared blankly at Everett's melancholy expression. He could only whisper to comfort him:

"People will grow up eventually, so just cherish the present moment."

"Thank you Scott." Everett replied with an awkward but polite smile.

Everett placed the sketchbook on his right knee, rested his right hand lightly on it, held up the cooled teacup with his left hand, and sipped the tea happily.

After he took a breath, he continued:

"But it's okay. Although I haven't seen Alvi for fifteen years, he will use teleportation magic to send me some of his works..."

Scott couldn't help but interrupt the Crown Prince:

"What... teleportation magic?"

Everett was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly:

"Ha, I forgot to mention that Alvy is a person with some magical talent, but compared to becoming a magician, he prefers to be a painter who loves freedom."

Scott understood: "Oh, everyone has their own hobbies~"

Scott also took a sip of tea and looked at the sketchbook that Everett couldn't put down:

"So, this is the painting that Alvy sent you this time?"

"Yes."

Scott used deliberately derogatory words and said half-jokingly:

"I really want to see this 'genius painter' you mentioned. Are you exaggerating about his painting skills?"

Everett was anxious when he heard this:

"How is that possible? If I say he draws well, then it's great."

As he spoke, Everett suddenly moved aside and motioned for Scott to sit on his right:

"Come, sit here. While it's still early, let's appreciate the works and look at the paintings created by Alvy."

"Okay." Scott had a smile on his face, as if his plan had succeeded.

Scott (Yuye)'s heart:

Sorry, Everett, you are a character I created, and I know that if I "bet" you, you will agree to my request.

He quickly moved and carefully sat down next to Everett, and together they looked at Alvy's work.

Scott's (emerald) dark green eyes widened.

Every painting Alvy draws is very realistic, the figure paintings are very clear, the landscape paintings are very special, the abstract paintings are very spectacular, the architectural paintings are very detailed...it really looks like the picture taken by a camera.

Seeing Scott's dazed look, Everett began to feel proud:

"See, I told you. Alvy's drawing skills are amazing, it's like he puts his reference on the paper."

Scott answered perfunctorily:

"I really want to keep one as a treasure. Aren't you afraid it will get damaged if you keep it for too long?"

"Well, I'm afraid not,"

Everett closed his sketchbook and snorted.

"When I was still good friends with Alvi, I knew that he would not allow anyone to destroy his paintings, or disturb him while he was painting. Otherwise, he would lose his temper and even curse the person to death."

So, let alone putting it in a photo frame, he would want to kill someone even if he wanted to tear it out of the sketchbook.

Scott shuddered after hearing the description:

"To be honest, Alvy is a lot like my brother."

"What?" Everett was curious now.

After all, wasn't Eric the kind of "paranoid" who would tear anyone to pieces if they ruined his life's work in the medical field?