Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 214:

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Children of a New Country (2)

Henri Marso squinted his eyes and checked Ko Huns test paper.

Ko Hun had shown outstanding results in the FLE (French for Foreigners) course.

He had the level of a local who had completed higher education in grammar, vocabulary, spelling, and oral skills.

He had expected it to some extent since he had no trouble conversing with him normally.

But he also understood a certain part of the social conventions, such as gestures, as well as the general knowledge related to French culture, such as history, geography, and literature.

The teacher that Henri Marso had invited judged that Ko Hun did not need to complete the FLE course, and that he could obtain the DALF (Diploma of Advanced French Language) in a short time with a little effort.

He also had above-average mathematical reasoning skills.

He had mastered the French secondary education curriculum, and he had reached the level of explaining the principles, not just memorizing them, after several checks.

In addition, he had basic knowledge of how to manage his assets, how to avoid taxes, and so on, from the conversations he had had so far.

He didnt know if it was thanks to Goseoyuls education after the accident.

Henri Marso had no choice but to accept that the previous investigation result that Ko Hun had poor learning ability was wrong.

Yeah. He has to be this good.

He was satisfied to confirm that his only rival had a top-notch intelligence.

Henri Marso looked at Ko Hun, who was exhausted after the four-hour test.

The boy lying on the desk did not move a finger.

Not bad.

Ko Hun did not react.

He had to study for the entrance and study abroad of Henri IV Middle School anyway, and he had confirmed that he could pass without any big problems, so the four-hour test was not a problem.

He was just tired.

Get up.

No.

Get up.

I said no. What are you going to make me do?

Arsene.

Henri called his secretary.

Arsene lifted Ko Hun up with ease.

Having realized that resistance was futile yesterday and today, Ko Hun vowed not to do anything and relaxed his body.

He closed his eyes and entrusted his body for a while.

He could smell a fragrant scent.

He looked around and saw a high bed, a dim light, and a tray full of chocolates.

Arsene brought him a chocolate and comforted him.

You will have a massage for enough time and a bath for about 20 minutes.

A massage?

Ko Hun asked with a chocolate in his mouth.

Your shoulders, neck, back muscles, and so on get stiff and fibrotic when you work for a long time at a desk or an easel. You need to have enough stretching and massage.

Ko Hun tilted his head.

He couldnt understand what it meant for the muscles to be fibrotic.

It causes pain when the muscles in that area become fibrotic. If it gets worse, it can affect your arms and wrists, which is something you have to be especially careful about as an artist. Also, fibrosis of the neck and back muscles can reduce the blood flow to the brain, which can pose a risk of brain function decline in severe cases.

The writer hopes that Ko Hun will have a healthy and long-lasting activity by habituating and managing a proper lifestyle from a young age.

Ko Hun nodded his head silently and Arsene smiled brightly.

He told you to have a relaxing time after dinner. He said he would do whatever you want, so feel free to tell me.

Ko Hun opened his mouth after a moment of hesitation.

I want to watch a drama on a big screen on a fluffy sofa.

Ill prepare it for you.

A little later.

After having a massage and a bath, Ko Hun finished his dinner in ecstasy.

He was exhausted physically and mentally from jogging, stretching, opening test, and solving test questions from morning, but he had a satisfying day thanks to the excellent meal and rest.

Ko Hun sat in Henri Marsos private audiovisual room and decided to binge-watch the web drama that he hadnt seen for a few days.

Hey.

Henri Marso frowned.

Why?

This is 15+.

Its fun.

Henri Marso, who remembered Ko Hun introducing on the Alphonse Mendy Show, looked at the screen with displeasure.

But today, Ko Hun deserved to enjoy his hobby after a diligent day. And even a child could watch it as long as they had a guardian with them, since it was rated 15 and up.

Annoying.

Henry Marso sat next to Ko Hun.

Ko Hun frowned.

What?

Im your guardian right now, so we have to watch it together.

Guardian? What are you talking about? There are no subtitles.

It doesnt matter.

Henry Marso checked the time.

Lets watch until 9.

No way. Im going to watch everything I missed today.

Kids should go to bed at 9.

Ko Hun barely suppressed his boiling anger and operated the remote. He couldnt ruin his unusually long day.

He must have fallen asleep while watching the drama.

Ugh.

He came to his senses and saw that he was covered with a blanket.

-Is that love? Preventing me from going anywhere and interfering with my contact with anyone else?

That was a line from episode 5 of .

He had fallen asleep with it on and it seemed to have looped back to the beginning.

Wow.

He got up and saw Henry Marso watching with a sour face.

What?

Shh.

Why are you here? Did you stay up all night?

It was obvious that he had watched it all night and then replayed it from the start.

-Are you crazy? Youre crazy.

-

-Do you know how I feel? Have you ever thought about me? I cant breathe when Im with you. I feel suffocated and frustrated. And you still say you love me?

It was a scene where the mans excessive obsession caused conflict with the woman.

If she had reported him, he would have been behind bars for sure. But he was very confident.

-Yes.

-What did you say?

-Live by my side, and go crazy in front of me.

-Is that. Is that what you say? Are you really crazy?

-Yes! I feel like Im going crazy every time I see you laughing with your grandfather. I feel like killing you and that man!

He was a splendid madman.

That could happen.

Henry Marsos muttered words sounded scary.

Beep-beep- beep-beep-

The alarm went off and the curtains opened. It was still dark outside.

He checked the time and it was 5:30 in the morning. Henry Marso stretched and got up.

Come out after you wash up.

He was going to make him run again.

Just sit down for a moment.

Why.

Arent you curious about what will happen to those two?

Henry Marso glanced at the screen.

I dont care.

Dont you want to know why shes dating that old man?

Shes getting revenge.

So. Why is she getting revenge?

Money?

He hadnt seen the next episode yet.

He shook his head with a pitiful expression, trying to pique his curiosity like he did when he sold paintings at the art gallery.

How could he not appreciate such a brilliant work? He looked like he felt sorry for him.

Marso scowled.

What.

Think about it. Do you think its just money? Shes rejecting the man she loves and approaching him. Shes risking her career too.

Stop wasting time and tell me.

He couldnt laugh.

It was enough to just move his eyes slightly toward the screen.

As expected, Marso couldnt take his eyes off the screen.

I had stayed up all night to watch it, so it must have suited my taste. And no matter how regular my life had been, I couldnt resist curiosity and interest.

Hmph.

Henri Marso left the audiovisual room.

I didnt realize it because I always did what I wanted, but I had much more self-control than I thought.

Well, thats because I had been in the spotlight since I was young.

It was a pity.

The door opened with a bang as I was tidying up the blanket. He was probably going to scold me for being lazy again.

Stop it, I got it.

I looked up and saw Henri Marso stride over and sit on the sofa.

Its cold outside.

So?

Youll catch a cold.

Marceau turned on the sixth episode of .

I had to pretend not to care, or he would go outside out of pride.

I have to go to the salon exhibition this afternoon, so take care of your condition.

It was a lame excuse as someone said yesterday, but I accepted it gladly.

The 2028 SNBA Salon Exhibition was the oldest salon exhibition among the existing ones.

It was an event where every year, masters from various countries were invited to enjoy the most popular artists and artworks of the present.

This year, it was even more attention-grabbing with the Art Nouveau Competition, which had a huge success worldwide.

The media focused on Henri Marso and Ko Hun, who represented the current generation of artists and had emerged like comets last year and this year.

They were expected to show what they could do with their works alone, proving their artistic and popular appeal among the popular writers of each country.

Its Henri Marso!

The reporters who had been waiting in front of the Louvre Museum since morning rushed forward as Henri Marsos golden Rolls-Royce appeared.

As his secretary Arsen opened the back door, Ko Hun jumped out.

Chrrrrrr-

The sound of camera shutters rang out.

Ko Hun! Look over here!

Why did Ko Hun get off there?

Did they come together?

Wheres Henri?

Who took the trophy of the Art Nouveau Competition in the end?

Is it true that youre staying at Henri Marsos house?

Ko Hun smiled with a healthier face than usual and dealt with the reporters.

Im not staying, Im just borrowing a place for a while. I gave back the trophy.

As the reporters were distracted by Ko Hun, Henri Marso staggered out of the car.

The reporters widened their eyes.

Henri Marsos eyes were red and swollen, and the area around them was dark.

He looked very tired, unlike his usual image of being meticulous about his self-care.

Mr. Marceau, you look very exhausted. Is there a health problem?

We just saw Henri Marso, the artist, arrive at the Louvre Museum. He showed a very weary look after two days of hiding, and were going to find out what happened. Mr. Marceau!

Henri Marso glared and lifted his head.

Get lost.

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