"It looks like it's going to rain."

It was obviously sunny during the day, but now the sky was covered with gray clouds, so it was a little dark and it felt a little cold.

Some bad premonitions appeared again without any reason. Speaking of which, the last time such a premonition occurred was the last time Rita arrived.

Speaking of using the weather to predict fortune, treating it as a harbinger of some kind of bad luck, it is not scientific at all... nor is it magic.

In addition to the magician's weather control magic and the technological weather weapons, these methods can easily change the weather in a large area, but changing the fortunes of everyone in the area is simply nonsense.

However, there are many windy and rainy weather, how can it be said that it can bring an ominous premonition to Xingke every time? Doesn’t that mean that Xingke has become a persecution delusion?

Therefore, the weather may be inaccurate and can be easily changed, but a certain premonition of the stars is like the operating rules of the world. It can be said that it has transcended the boundaries of accuracy and inaccuracy and has become an inevitable fate.

Same thing.

It's like the hatchet incident that you will inevitably experience no matter which branch you choose.

However, since the future self has not returned to the present to help the present self, it means that in the eyes of the future self, these subtle and unknown but not dangerous events need to be experienced, right?

Then there's nothing to worry about, right?

No! Absolutely not!

Hoshiki confirmed this just after arriving at the gentle slope leading to Sakurasou.

Because the star found Rita's back visible to the naked eye.

She was probably going back to Sakurasou after going shopping in the shopping street, right? After all, she was still wearing an apron and holding a paper bag filled with fruits and vegetables in her arms.

After meeting her in this kind of weather and deciding to ask her for help at noon, sure enough, this was definitely a premonition of what was going to happen.

After looking at the two classmates beside him who had nothing to do with him, Xingke still decided to shamelessly get close to them.

"Please wait a moment! The dear, beautiful Ms. Rita in front of you!"

After Rita heard the somewhat disgusting call from behind, she suddenly stopped, but then suddenly accelerated her pace the next second.

Seeing that something was wrong, Xingke immediately ran after him:

"Please, please, please wait, Rita! You can't hide from me. I live in the same house as you, and we are just below your room. When we are eating, we will not be more than one meter apart..."

After Xingji caught up, he took the overstuffed big paper bag without having time to take a breath, and then his arms suddenly felt heavy.

But Rita, who had become extremely relaxed, took two steps back very vigilantly:

"Ah, isn't this the so-and-so who smells like copper? Why are you looking for a little girl?"

"It's someone, not someone, and why is it an ancient sentence pattern?"

"Aren't folk girls just like air in the eyes of adults? Why are you so attentive to me all of a sudden?"

"Are you praising me or belittling me? It seems that something has become very strange? Isn't this your character?"

At this time, Ryunosuke and Mashiro also rushed behind Hoshikaku. If you want to ask why Hoshikaku knew this kind of thing without looking back, it can only be said that Rita's expression became too obvious too quickly.

In front of anyone outside of the Star Moment, he would still show that smile.

"Tonight I want to challenge the potato stew that Ren taught me. Everyone, please go back and rest for a while."

She is a perfect wife and mother, and she is worthy of being the person who has taken care of Mashiro for several years...

But just such a perfect face aroused some strange, twisted desire for destruction in Xing Ke's heart.

"I hope you, Rita, can help make Meow Bolong. Misaki-senpai alone can't keep up with the speed right now."

"If this is the case, I refuse. I have stopped painting. I have decided not to paint anymore. Even if it is related to painting, I don't want to have any contact with it anymore."

Rita still had a smile on her face and said clearly.

Mashiro on the side looked very excited when he heard Rita say this.

She...had not heard that Rita stopped painting.

"Why? Rita is obviously very good at drawing."

"..."

"Rita also likes to draw."

"..."

"Why?"

"...!"

At this time, the warm smile on Rita's face had disappeared, her tense face was covered with dark clouds, and her clenched teeth made an annoying sound.

With the harsh sound of teeth grinding, a frozen tension appeared on the scene.

"...Stop joking."

"Rita?"

Hearing Rita's emotionless voice, Mashiro couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine. He took two steps back because of his friend's sudden change. If it hadn't happened right in front of him, Mashiro wouldn't have even thought that the sound was from her.

.

"Only Mashiro, you are the only one who is not qualified to say such things."

"Why……"

"Who do you think caused it?

Who do you think made me give up painting?

Isn’t it all caused by Zhenbai?”

The corner of Rita's mouth smiled slightly, but this time her smile was like a crushed rose with a broken expression, and her empty eyes penetrated Mashiro, making her stand still.

"Speaking of which, this is a very common thing, isn't it? I'm just a very common loser who was defeated by Mashiro, right?

There are a few losers like this every year in grandpa's studio, do you remember?"

"I……"

"You won't remember, you don't even know their names.

Except that I stayed until the end and took care of you until the end, there is no difference between me and them."

Rita's face now doesn't know whether she is crying or laughing, but it can only be seen that she is regretful.

"No matter how hard I try, I can't become the same as Mashiro. We are completely incomparable. Mashiro's eyes didn't look at us at all...

We were crushed by your unparalleled talent and the ruthless reality of being unable to surpass you, and after being ravaged into pieces... we gave up.

Painting, which I once loved the most, now I hate more than anything else. I don’t even want to see the canvas, easel and brushes again.”

"But...but...Rita is really...painting very well..."

Even though he was refuted by Rita's despair, Mashiro still insisted on his point of view without wavering.

“It’s meaningless, it’s meaningless!!

As long as you are still in front of me, Mashiro, everything is meaningless!~

Awards, art exhibitions, fans, honors... everything, as long as I think that Mashiro, you are much better than me, any award is meaningless!"

Yes, it makes no sense, even though her paintings have surpassed the level of most graduates of famous art schools, and she is definitely among the emerging painters who have won international awards, even though she is only in her teens.

…

However, in Rita's eyes, as long as she cannot surpass Mashiro, everything is false. At least her vision and self-esteem do not allow her to compare with others.

Would anyone who has seen the starry sky compare with a big tree? Not to mention a big mountain?

"But, after I gave up painting, I suddenly felt very relaxed..."

Rain suddenly fell from the sky.

"Originally, I thought this was fine. If I could stay by your side and take good care of you, a childhood sweetheart who knows nothing but painting, I might be able to witness the birth of a legend when you stand at the top in the future.

"

Big raindrops wet Rita's hair.

"But what kind of boring cartoons do you want to draw...

Haha, what do you think the efforts of us mortals are?

Unforgivable.

I cannot forgive such honesty."

Hoshiki stood behind Mashiro, looking at her back that looked a little sad because of Rita's painting.

"That's why I supported you from the beginning, taught you how to use a computer, and even assisted you with the procedures to come to Japan.

All this is to hope that you draw boring comics, be criticized as worthless, and then it doesn't go well. When you are physically and mentally traumatized, you will know how we feel and know how great your talent is.

So precious...

But why are you so good at drawing comics!!"

This is perhaps the most unkind compliment Mashiro has ever heard, right?
To be continued...