Author: Hong Yeye

After Saionji Akino's hand was slapped away by Yuka Komura, he didn't have any mood swings.

Again, he is a galgame game master, and this is a galgame world.

In a world like his previous life, he might not be able to guess the inner thoughts of those women.

But here, he is actually equivalent to partial mind reading.

At least judging from Yuka Komura's reaction just now, he has opened a huge hole.

That is to say, the most important step has been taken.

Moreover, with the current smooth changes, he is becoming more and more confident in himself, and even a little narcissistic.

Of course, he would not say these words out loud, but would hide them in his heart and digest them alone.

After all, if you act too narcissistic, then you are not a Tokyo handsome guy, but a Tokyo fool*.

I found a suitable cardboard box in the science laboratory, put the counted books into it one by one, then picked it up and moved it to the classroom at once.

When he walked into the classroom, Yuka Komura glanced at him subconsciously, but didn't say anything. She glanced at him and continued to lie on the table without moving.

Seeing him calmly starting to tidy up his drawers, putting away new books, and then laughing and chatting with Huang Mao San, Yuka Komura's inexplicable emotions were fermenting again.

I want to talk to him, but I can't take the initiative to speak...I don't know what to say...

Ahh... so annoying!

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The last class in the morning is art class.

Everyone came to the art drawing room, and after the teacher explained some sketching techniques, everyone began to form teams and draw each other's portraits.

If it were the beginning, Saionji Akino would definitely be the one left alone, but now there are quite a few people who are willing to team up with him.

Apart from Murayama and the three idiots, there are actually two boys who are willing to team up with him.

Saionji Akino chose one of the boys who was a little fat. His name was Yamamoto Ryo. He was also at the bottom of the class. However, he was not as gloomy as Saionji Akino. There were still one or two.

Friend's.

However, the sense of existence is usually very thin, and it is in a free state between transparent and opaque.

There are two types of bottom class in the class, one is the gloomy type, the type that makes people hate you, and the other type is the type that is completely ignored, that is, the type that is too annoying to even bother to hate you.

Which of the two is worse, it's hard to say.

Yamamoto Ryo looked at Saionji Akino's handsome face, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes, "Saionji-san, have you... been exercising recently?"

Xiionji Akino smiled and replied: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"I, I also want to change my image like you, but I don't know how to do it yet..." The reason why Yamamoto Ryo directly stated the purpose was because he saw the thing that Akino Saionji was doing on the table this morning.

attitude towards things.

It can be seen from those conversations that Saionji Akino is now a very gentle and easy-to-get-together person, so he wanted to come over and try to communicate with him, and exercise happened to be a very good topic.

"Well... this is very simple. Yamamoto-kun will tell me your height and weight later, and I will go back and write a training plan and a list of dietary suggestions for you."

Yamamoto Ryo just asked casually, and wanted to compliment Saionji Akino later. Basically, he wanted to chat with him and get acquainted with him. He didn't expect Saionji Akino to express his willingness to help so directly...

"This, this...will it trouble you too much, Saionji-san...I may not have that much perseverance...you don't have to be so serious."

Saionji Akino smiled and picked up the pencil and said to Yamamoto Ryo: "It's okay. If one day you get excited and really want to exercise, those two pieces of paper can help you, and I will be very happy."

"Before that, Yamamoto-kun, please smile first. This class requires you to draw a portrait. If possible, I hope to draw your happy side."

"I...? I feel disgusting when I laugh..." Yamamoto Ryo was a little embarrassed.

"Then do you think it's disgusting when I laugh?"

"Saionji-san, you're so handsome... I'm sure you won't be disgusted."

"But, I have been said to be disgusting by many people before, right?" Xiionji Akino said seriously: "If you want to change your image, it is not enough to just look at the outside. You also have to look at your inside.

It has to change too.”

"I used to be very gloomy because I was afraid to communicate with others and dare not look directly into their eyes. Coupled with my stooped posture and other physical problems, it would make me look disgusting."

"Actually, appearance is not the most important. As long as the inside and some of your behaviors have improved, it won't be disgusting."

"And Yamamoto-kun, the first step you have to take is to learn to smile. When you get used to smiling, your heart will become stronger. Some things that you were originally afraid of and thought you couldn't do may become possible.

Very simple."

Yamamoto Ryo was stunned for a while after hearing this. He tried to force out various smiles, and then found that Akino Saionji had been encouraging him, and the muscles on his face became more and more relaxed.

And Saionji Akino looked at his expression, thinking about some of the sketching techniques the teacher had just taught.

Keep sketching on paper.

The class went by in a blink of an eye. Most of the portraits drawn by the boys were stick figures with two curved lines, while the girls' drawings were quite serious, but not much better.

However, there is one painting among them that is relatively good, and that is Kawano Natsurio.

Although her paintings are sloppy, she can draw out the charm of the other person, and the highlights of the eyes can also be embellished by leaving blank spaces.

This is her first time painting, and the first time she can paint to this extent shows that she has a very good talent.

"Xia Liang, you are so awesome!!" Yazi started to praise the venue very much, and the girls around her also started to praise her one after another.

"As expected of classmate Xia Liang~"

"Genius beautiful girl...damn..."

"The eyes are particularly well drawn, wouldn't you say, Youjia?"

"Yuka?" Yazi turned to look at Yuka Komura, who was looking sideways at the other side, with a puzzled expression.

Komura Yuka quickly turned around and said, "Ah, well, indeed."

"Hey, you're so perfunctory, let me see how your painting goes?"

"Youjia! I've been your best friend for a year after all. Is this how you draw me?"

Yazi looked at the apple head with three hairs on the paper and couldn't help but said angrily.

And this time, on the other side.

There were several boys standing behind Saionji Akino. Every time Saionji Akino made a stroke, they would exclaim twice.

"Holy shit... it's really fake."

"Yamamoto, don't move, don't move!"

Yamamoto's face almost froze with laughter.

When Saionji Akino was concentrating on putting down the last stroke, the yellow-haired idiot immediately shouted: "Teacher! Teacher! Come and see, we have a painting god in our class! Damn it, Saionji, you are too strong."

Bar!!"

The art teacher is a middle-aged woman in her thirties, but she is quite humorous when teaching, so most of the students are willing to cooperate in drawing in her class instead of just sitting around and being stupid.

The art teacher had just finished reading Xia Liang's painting and had praised it a few times. Now when he heard the exclamation, he couldn't help but become curious.

When she came behind Saionji Akino, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes, "The painting is indeed very good, especially the arc of the smile. You controlled it very well."

"Seeing that you have made a lot of modifications, you must have never learned painting, right? You see, for example, the lines here can actually be drawn from bottom to top. You can also draw the frame here with two fingers.

Set the distance and then start painting..."

"However, your painting is indeed very good. Are you interested in joining our painting club?"

Saionji Akino smiled and shook his head, "I already have a club I want to join."

"Really... That's such a pity..." Although the art teacher felt a little regretful, it didn't matter. After all, in the field of painting, just getting started quickly doesn't mean much. There is no limit to art, and everyone has a lower limit.

There is a standard, but there is no such standard for the upper limit.

Saionji may have really good talent, and if he is very passionate about painting, he may have a chance to be admitted to the National Art University, but since he has no idea in this regard, the art teacher will not force anything.

"Teacher, can you show us his paintings?" A girl raised her hand and asked.

The art teacher looked at Saionji Akino, "Is it okay? Saionji-san."

Saionji Akino nodded.

The Ryo Yamamoto painted by Saionji appeared in the eyes of the girls.

Saionji Akino listened to the teacher's explanation attentively, and during the sketching process, he kept observing the excellent sketches hanging on both sides of the wall.

Through repeated comparisons, studies, and attempts, Saionji Akino quickly found his touch, and because Yamamoto Ryo matched his smile, he entered a very mysterious state of painting.

In the end, although the portrait he painted was not as good as those students who specialized in painting, it still surpassed everyone in the current class.

Compared with his paintings, Kawano Natsuri's paintings can only be regarded as children's simple drawings. They may be OK at a rough glance, but they cannot stand up to a closer look. The so-called highlights in the eyes are very stunning, but they are only the best among dwarfs.

I just picked out a few to praise.

Yuka Komura looked at Ryo Yamamoto in the portrait, and his eyes lit up slightly.

If you could also draw me a picture...
To be continued...