Chapter 239: The Overactive Inner Monologue of the Mad Painter’s Realistic Doll (2)

Chapter 239: The Overactive Inner Monologue of the Mad Painter's Realistic Doll (2)

If it weren't for the fact that Song Chuyi couldn't move, he’d give Ji Feng's head a hard poke. Absolutely no mercy!

But at the moment, his soul was trapped in this realistic doll, and without Ji Feng's nourishment, he simply couldn’t move.

He could only watch in frustration as Ji Feng picked him up and carried him toward the second room in the courtyard.

It was a simple farmhouse courtyard, and upon entering the gate, there was a main hall.

Unlike a typical main hall, this one wasn’t meant for hosting guests.

In the center stood a table and a chair, with a few apples placed on the table, and nothing else.

Behind the main hall was the bedroom, and next to the bedroom was Ji Feng's studio.

Ji Feng carried the realistic doll he had bought into the studio and placed it by the window.

The sunlight streamed onto the naked doll, highlighting the snow-white, high-tech material that mimicked human skin.

Ji Feng stood in front of him, absently twirling a strand of hair with his index finger.

"This one’s well made."

"The skin feels incredibly lifelike, almost like real human skin."

His fingertip lightly landed on Song Chuyi's chest, pinching the pink spot, then quickly letting go.

"The touch is also good."

He looked down, a faint trace of confusion in his eyes.

"A bit smaller than mine."

Song Chuyi: ...

Seriously, which technician made this doll?

If you’re going to make a realistic doll, couldn’t you have made it a bit bigger?

Ji Feng looked it over, then turned and went to the bedroom.

Not long after, he came back with a pair of shorts and put them on him.

"You can't go without shorts."

He emphasized, "It’s indecent."

Song Chuyi: ...

Haha.

If only he had a recorder, then he could record what Ji Feng was saying right now.

When he became human later, able to move, speak, and jump, he would play this recording for Ji Feng to hear.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have a recorder with him at the moment.

Song Chuyi sighed inwardly, suddenly feeling his mouth forced open again.

Ji Feng inserted his index and middle fingers, pinching something.

"Huh, there's a tongue."

Ji Feng remarked, pulling his fingers back and flipping him over.

A slap landed on his buttocks.

"Not bad, nice butt too."

Ji Feng evaluated, then touched his face.

"I think I'll give you a name."

"How about Yi Yi?"

Of course, the realistic doll didn't respond.

But Ji Feng didn't mind at all.

"No answer? Guess that means yes."

He pinched Yi Yi's cheek.

"Yi Yi, you're such a good boy."

Song Chuyi thought, '...'

Although his name was Song Chuyi, but... Yi Yi was fine too.

Better than being called Er Er.

Ji Feng placed him by the window and walked over to the easel not far away.

The easel held a landscape painting bursting with bold, flamboyant colors. His use of color was daring and vibrant, quite fantastical, and very popular among a niche audience.

But what he wanted was far more than that.

The reason for customizing this realistic doll this time was also to try out figure painting.

If this doesn't work out...

Ji Feng pressed the brush onto the easel, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, exuding a hint of danger.

Meanwhile, Song Chuyi was sorting through the story background Xiaotong had sent him.

In the story background, Ji Feng also customized this realistic doll, but the moment he saw it, a wave of nausea surged up.

He quickly discarded the doll and locked himself in the studio for three days and nights.

Three days later, when he emerged again, he adopted a bolder and more bizarre painting style.

Unique lines intertwined to form a series of mesmerizing landscape paintings.

In the later stages, anyone who saw Ji Feng's landscape paintings would be hypnotized, their worldview turned upside down, and their personality altered.

Those who originally liked figure painting began to pursue landscape painting and spread it within their sphere of influence.

The more it spread, the more people got hypnotized.

Within just a year, the whole society descended into chaos. Even after the higher-ups realized how serious the problem was, they couldn’t fix things.

After being worshipped as a god by the hypnotized, Ji Feng leaped from the mountaintop and became a part of the landscape.

He left behind an unsolvable hypnotic effect and those landscape paintings that the awake regarded as "demonic curses."

Society split into two groups: the Awake and the Hypnotized, who argued endlessly and even killed each other.

The whole world turned into a living hell.

After going over the story, Song Chuyi chuckled, remembering how Ji Feng had seen him earlier and didn’t toss him aside.

Looks like he really does like him!

Otherwise, he would’ve ditched him like in the story.

Song Chuyi indulged in a rare moment of narcissism.

Luckily, he showed up at the perfect time. If he had arrived when he was discarded, he would have been helpless against this world's antagonist.

Fortunately, the beginning was good.

All he needs to do now is stop Ji Feng from making those hypnotic paintings.

But the villain’s still the villain; he can make anything extraordinary.

Even painting can result in hypnotic art.

Song Chuyi’s mind drifted, and he started feeling bored.

Across from him, Ji Feng changed to a new sheet of paper.

The brush touched the white paper.

He stared hard at Yi Yi nearby, but his hand didn’t move.

While he painted landscapes with divine skill, when faced with a human figure, even a fake one, his mind seemed to go blank.

He had no inspiration.

Even a simple outline of Yi Yi's body was beyond his ability.

Ji Feng's brows gradually furrowed. "Yi Yi is not being good."

Song Chuyi: ???

What the hell?

He hasn't moved at all, how is he not being good!

Ji Feng, don't go crazy!

"Why can't Yi Yi just come into my mind on his own?" Ji Feng spoke again.

Song Chuyi almost let out a cold laugh right in his face.

Why can't he go into his mind? He wishes he could!

Ji Feng put down his paintbrush, stood up, and walked over to Yi Yi.

He reached over and pinched his cheek, thoughtfully considered.

"You want me to get close to you?"

The human-like but rigid doll naturally did not respond.

This annoyed Ji Feng.

"Why won't Yi Yi answer me? Hmm?"

Song Chuyi: ...

Hehe.

Ji Feng stared at the stunningly beautiful doll in front of him for a few seconds.

His skin was so pale it seemed to glow, and his eyes seemed almost real for a moment.

Ji Feng's thumb played with Yi Yi's lips, and he smiled.

"Want some benefits?"

"What a greedy little brat."

He leaned in and kissed him.

Song Chuyi: !!!

Well, well, he knew this total creep would kiss him!

It's only the first day and he's already kissing him—what's next?

Soon, he'll turn human and get to punch Ji Feng, heehee.