New Life : A Second Chance Chapter 608
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"But Joey, you know Papa won't let you go to a gym," Lianne's voice piped up suddenly.
Joseph's face fell.
That's right. He had forgotten it.
"How about this?" Sayuri suggested.
Then, pointing at Lianne's drawing, she asked, "May I?"
Lianne bit her bottom lip, hesitant as she didn't like people looking at her pictures that she drew. She loved doing it but didn't have the confidence to have others view it.
Sayuri, as if guessing what was on her mind (though she already knew this from Kyle), said, "No matter what, you have talent, you know? I just want to show you something, if you allow me to draw on yours."
Lianne gulped and slowly handed her the sketchbook she had.
Sayuri observed the drawing intently, then around her.
"This is very well drawn," Sayuri said, "You have the details down quite accurately. The only problem is that you have difficulty with dimensions, right?"
Lianne nodded, impressed that Sayuri knew this from one glance. Sayuri brought her chair over beside Lianne and taking a pencil, she slowly did some changes.
"You see, if you did it like this …. And add this … with a little bit of this …" Sayuri said softly, and slowly as her fingers flew across the sketchbook.
Lianne's eyes went wide open.
With just a few strokes, it made her picture come more alive.
"How did you do that?" Lianne said in wonder, "I mean, I know how you did it because you showed me but how did you know what to do?"
"You're self-taught, aren't you?" Sayuri guessed.
Lianne nodded.
"That's already impressive enough," Sayuri said, "I have private art classes at my apartment. You can ask your parents if they're willing to send you."
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Sayuri dug into her bag and gave Lianne a card.
It had Sayuri's name on it, with some details about the 'business''DrawMe' that she was running
As if thinking hard, Sayuri then said, "But since you're Kyle's friend ... "
She dug into her bad again and took out a special black card, with gold letterings. Looking at it, Lianne could see the name of the 'DrawMe' on the front and at the back, 'Complimentary Classes'.
"This card," explained Sayuri, "Is what I give certain special individuals every year. You can attend any of my classes, for free, for a year."
"Really?!" Lianne gasped.
This would be wonderful.
"Yes," Sayuri said, "The address of where I have my classes is there. Have your mum call me and we can have classes."
Then she turned to Joseph, who was sulking.
Lianne could get free art classes and his dad wouldn't mind. Yet, he couldn't go to the gym at all.
"You should accompany your sister to these classes," Sayuri said, "After all, someone who offered to train you lives right next door to me."
Then she whispered close to him, "And our place has a gym."
Joseph's eyes went wide open. She didn't mean what she was trying to say, did she?
He looked at Kyle, who nodded.
"But you can't tell Papa," said Lianne at Joseph.
"Are you crazy?! Of course I know that!" Joseph said indignantly, "I am not stupid!"
"Amazingly," Lianne muttered under her breath.
Sayuri's mouth quivered a bit, holding back a laugh.
"Okay, you just call me if your parents approve about the art class, okay?" Sayuri said, "We've got to go now. It was really nice meeting you."
Both smiled and waved happily at them as they left.
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The moment they went out of sight, Kyle and Sayuri immediately returned quietly to their hiding spot to … erm, observe the kids.
"You think it'll work?" Sayuri whispered.
"Yes," Kyle said confidently.
It was one of those things that screwed his mind over, though. How would this action of his affect Kylie?
Him doing things in other countries didn't bother him because he didn't live in them as Kylie. So, the timeline and things happening would not affect Kylie in any way.
Now, however, with this act of his, he had invariably changed something.
He tried to minimise it as much as possible, but the effect is still there and he was worried that he might have changed something in the timeline.
He hoped, this slight change a month before his death did not affect things too greatly.
He had spent the entire night formulating this plan, digging into his memories about the entire month prior to his first death.
He had even jotted it all down on paper, for the fear that his memories would change and he wouldn't be able to compare what had happened before, and what occurs now.
He wanted to make sure that this plan of his would not have disrupted anything that was supposed to happen before, or make too drastic a change. If that happened, then he would have to work hard to make sure it goes back to the 'normal' timeline.
If he could.
In his past life, Kylie had never sent Lianne for art classes at this age. She did, however, send the kids for some cooking classes. She had wanted them to learn something about it and had thought it would be a good idea.
The flyer was something she would see in two days' time.
Hence, this timing was important.
Lianne would definitely be all excited and tell her mother about this golden opportunity. Kylie would do her research on Sayuri and find (thanks to his Team) that there was such a thing and has been around for some time.
Knowing Kylie, she would definitely send Lianne to the art class because Lianne hardly ever asked for anything. Joseph would naturally follow as her bodyguard as it would be in someone's home.
Sayuri would be having those classes on the exact same day, and time, as the cooking classes in the previous life.
Thus, whatever Kylie had done while the kids were in class, she would still do now
Hopefully.
Kyle could only hope and pray it was so.
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