If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

So of course, it was the Gods who took the lead. She told Ye Jian what she needed to tell the illustrator, such as whether the overall style of painting was more cute or realistic, whether the illustrations were based on characters or should appropriately show the background buildings, etc. , and after talking about these experiences, she stopped talking and sat quietly watching the exchange between the two.

Ye Jian glanced at Liuli's reaction after Shendai finished speaking. This little girl was bowing her head and taking out a notepad and pen from her schoolbag. In line with the principle that a gentleman should not peep at the contents of a lady's bag, Ye Jian turned his eyes away. , Waiting for Liuli to put on her schoolbag and get ready to start talking.

He did not stop talking about the process of thinking, but fluently described his views on the illustration style and character design. After all, he was naturally familiar with what kind of world and characters he built.

On the other hand, Liu Li, who was wearing a sailor uniform and recording carefully, seemed to be a student who was listening attentively, even more so than in class at school.

After all, she spent most of her time in class opening her mind or drawing.

The little hand of the colored glaze, which is as white as a ceramic product, holds a ballpoint pen. Along with Ye Jian’s steady and clear description, the key words danced on the lined paper like the tip of the pen. more beautiful.

Ye Jian's voice as clear as moonlight flowed into Liu Li's ears like an uninterrupted minor tune. Gradually, Liu Li was a little surprised to find that she could no longer hear any other sound except for this fascinating voice. Other people in the coffee shop The chatter, the footsteps of the waiter, and the collision between the dishes were all excluded from the ears, as if the passage leading to the eardrum had been completely occupied by the sound of night seeing.

As the distance between the conversations approached, the elegant aura that permeated Liuli's nose became more and more intense. Even the subtle airflow exhaled between the words at night could be vaguely felt. From time to time, Liuli looked up at Yejian in the gaps between recordings, as if to meet the listening requirements. In fact, she was watching him secretly, her big black eyes reflecting the handsome cheeks of the blond boy, and she also saw her cat-like figure in the holy blue pupils.

The ink-stained handwriting on the white paper gradually spread, but a feeling unrelated to this matter quietly rose in Liuli's heart:

If I see the teacher at night to give lectures at school, then I am afraid that I cannot hone such painting skills in the classroom.

032 Yoshiki Zaimiza doesn't know how to write

There is a kind of booklet circulating among the boys in Jingsuke's school. The simple dark cover, the thin light paper, the format that can be hidden in the palm, and the rough printing and dense small characters make everyone understand that it is purely from the production process. The cost of this booklet is extremely low.

However, the price is very high, roughly equivalent to a whole month's pocket money for a student from a middle-class family, so most of the boys pool money to buy it from some mysterious place and share it.

The reason why the mystery is actually a subjective feeling of Jingsuke, because he has been in this school for more than a year, but he has no friends who can tell him where to buy it.

Of course, even if he knew where to buy it, he didn't have the money to buy it, or if he had the money, he wouldn't spend it on such a thing, but curiosity is sure.

The reason why this shoddy handbook can be sold at a high price is because of the content in it, which records the popular information of the whole school, including teachers and students, of all beauties above the level.

It does not violate personal privacy, but it allows those adolescents who cannot get close to the goddess in their hearts to understand them better.

For example, each girl's information in the manual has a column of "specialties", which can show that these beauties are not vases.

Kyousuke once picked up a manual on the playground that I didn't know who had left it. On it, Yukiko Miura's specialty was written tennis, Yukino Yukino's specialty column extended three lines of content, Yubihama Yui. His specialty is texting, which shows what everyone is proud of.

And there is such a person, her profile has a unique style:

Specialty: Grid!fight!Skill!

Hobbies: hot ♂ blood comics, driving ♂ car

Nicknames: Single Dog, Ben Three Girls, Sorcerer.

She is Hiratsuka-sensei.

After being the head teacher of Kyosuke for more than a year, Kyosuke still only knows her surname, Hiratsuka-sensei who can't remember her name.

"This is the reason why you called me 'Ben Three Girls' when you met?!!"

The heroic female teacher in the office used her fighting skills, and with the flying white coat, she knocked out Kyousuke.

That was all Kyosuke recalled after waking up from his bed in the infirmary.

He propped up the bed with one hand and slowly supported his body, while the other hand vigorously kneaded the acupuncture points on both sides of the upper end of the bridge of the nose under the eyebrows.

The smell of disinfectant irritated the nasal mucosa, which made Jingsuke subconsciously think this was a hospital ward. It was not until he could see things clearly that he confirmed that this was the school's health room.

Probably some unfortunate child knocked over the disinfectant. I had never smelled such a strong smell before.

Waking up after being in a coma is a completely different feeling from Mimi after she slept, and a sense of unease filled Kyousuke's heart.

Being forced to lose consciousness and appearing in a completely different position from the coma, even though he knew that nothing bad would happen in the school, this completely uncontrollable state of affairs still made Kyousuke feel uncomfortable.

After sitting on the bed for a while, Jingsuke slowly adjusted. The surroundings were quiet, there was only himself in the health care room, and there was no sound from the corridor outside.

He looked at the sunset outside the window, and judged that it must be after school. After a calculation, he felt that he had probably passed out for about four or five hours.

Don't be four or five hours a day...

"System girl, system girl."

Silently shouting in his heart that the system girl who hadn't come out to harass him for a few days, Jingsuke wanted to confirm the specific time with the artificial intelligence.

"It's Komachi! Next time I call the system maid, I'll ignore you!"

The voice of the little girl in my head was stubborn.

Jingsuke pouted, but he has no interest in using a nickname to call a lifeless artificial intelligence: "I want to ask you, how long have I passed out?"

"Um..." The long ending indicated that the system lady was thinking: "About four or five hours!"

Oh, I guess it's almost like... a ghost!

"What do you mean by about four or five hours?! Aren't you supposed to be accurate to a few hours, minutes and seconds? The time accuracy calculated by your artificial intelligence is the same as mine?!"

As soon as the idea in Jingsuke's mind came out, the system mother cried out with a wow: "Woooo~~, people are human, you actually said they are artificial intelligence, ignore you~~~"

When the voice fell, the system mother stopped speaking, and even the crying disappeared.

Jingsuke frowned, and he found that his understanding of the system mother seemed a little reckless.

After calling "System Girl" and "Komachi" a few times but not getting a reply, Jingsuke decided to put this matter aside for now.

For example, she was punched unconscious by the homeroom teacher who was a 30-year-old single woman who was clearly a beautiful woman but had no boyfriend.

Jingsuke didn't think about going to a parent association or other place to report her, not only because it was meaningless, even if he wanted to report, he had to have a parent who could support him first.