Love Comes After Learning

His expression is obviously telling—he is learning, he is in contact with the unknown; he is recording, and he is trying to create the best work.

He entrusted all the world in his eyes to himself, and he became his world, with nowhere to escape.

Hearing the sound of Asada dropping the pen tip on the paper, Sanjiu sat stiffly.

Maintaining this posture at this moment is not only because of his orders; the bigger reason is that she is afraid that if she moves casually, she will shyly flee from the classroom and find a pool to jump in to cool off.

The heat from the inside of the body seemed to be able to burn blood, her cheeks and ears were already red enough to make her wonder if she had a fever; her heart was beating violently like never before, her consciousness began to blur in front of those eyes, her breathing seemed to be suffocating Generally intermittent.

This is not love, she knows it very well.This kind of reaction is definitely not in love, because there is no feeling of happiness at all.

She has lived for nearly 17 years now, and this is the first time she has been stared at seriously with such blazing eyes, but she still can't hide, every attack on Shame Heart is full damage, while the blood bar continues to drop sharply at the same time ．Almost made her faint.

A second is like a day, and an instant becomes eternity, as if no one is around, only he remains the same.

From being shy, tormented, and thinking wildly at the beginning, Sanjiu was already numb at the end.

She stared blankly into the distance, her expression was indifferent and empty, her body was motionless, and she gave up thinking like a statue.

Nino looked at her like that, and couldn't help but patted her chest thankfully—fortunately, she avoided her sight just now, and Asada didn't stare at her for so long like now, or else she would be the one who became a statue and gave up thinking at this moment. what!

I don't know how long it took, the other students around me have finished their homework one by one, and the eraser crumbs falling from the drawing board are like fine snow piled up.

"You're done!"

As Asada's excited shout sounded, Sanjiu trembled all over, as if someone had fished him back from the other shore, his eyes were bright again, and his body swayed, looking forward to but afraid of being hurt.

"The knot...is it over?"

"Yes, it's over. Thanks to your cooperation, the finished product is beyond my imagination!" Asada smiled and nodded gratefully to her.

But Sanjiu had no intention of having fun with him at all, but like a balloon that had been punctured, she let go of her spirit and suddenly collapsed on the chair.

With her head raised, her long hair covered half of her face, she stared at the ceiling lifelessly, and whispered to Nino.

"Ninai, I want to die..."

"Ha..." Er Nao also covered his forehead speechlessly, "Who knew there would be such a development... But this is another behavior authorized by the teacher, we can't resist at all..."

"Will I not be able to marry..."

"If you think about it this way, then modeling will become a single job...

Chapter No.16 is born with your smile

Before get out of class ended, Nakano Nino and Nakano Sanjiu also completed the sketch of Asada.

Because of the "Model Hell" just now, not only Nino, but even Miku began to cast extremely coercive gazes expressionlessly, trying to make Asada feel uncomfortable.

But it's a pity that Asada, who has just completed a satisfactory work and is now in a good mood, doesn't care about the harmless stare like a cat's anger, and instead smiles heartily at her, very relaxed and freehand .

"Guwu..." Sanjiu pursed her lips, feeling inexplicably looked down upon, which made her very angry now.

So she intentionally changed the handsome portrait that had already been drawn twice, turning him into a big fat man with double chins, squinting eyes and a stubble.

Looking at the final product, she couldn't help but chuckled, as if the ice and snow had just melted, that smile was small and very cute.

Asada was taken aback when he saw it, and couldn't help but pick up a pencil and eraser, and also changed a few strokes on the paper.

Nino's drawing was ordinary, and it was easy to see that it was a perfunctory thing for teaching homework, but according to her, it was because Asada's face was featureless, and she didn't know what to draw at all.

"If you want me to draw seriously, wait until you are ten times more handsome than you are now!"

Asada naturally ignored her venomous tongue, at least the intensity of this attack was much lighter than that in front of the classroom door just now.

Finally, it was time for the announcement of the long-awaited painting of Asada by the two girls.

"First of all, although I am not good at painting, I have theoretically integrated the essence of reality, impression, three-dimensional, beast, Dada, expression, surrealism and other genres into it. So don't just look at beauty and ugliness, but It is necessary to go deep into its connotation and experience the feeling hidden in the paintings!"

First, he gave an explanation that made people feel justified, and then he turned the picture book back to Nino's page and showed it to them.

As soon as they met their eyes, the two of them covered their mouths and let out a burst of laughter, lowering their heads and shaking their shoulders, Er Nao couldn't even bear it for a long time, and directly raised his head and burst out laughing.

"Pfft—what, what is this! Is it me in the painting? Is it really me? Are you sure you don't want to see an ophthalmologist or chiropractic? Pfft hahahahahaha——!"

"Nino...don't laugh too much...it must be because we didn't appreciate the feeling in the painting...puchi..."

Seeing the two people laughing so that their entire faces were flushed, Asada rolled his eyes helplessly: "I have tried my best, but who told you to keep hiding, and in the end you can only draw based on your impressions, and I didn't Method."

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault, you are a great artist! It's because we have no vision~" With one hand on his waist, Nino patted Asada's shoulder encouragingly, wiping away the tears from his laughter. The appearance is very different from the tit-for-tat at the beginning.

"Oh, what? The members of the student union are nothing special. Seeing how you look down on our ordinary students, I thought they were all omnipotent supermen."

"How can I look down on you? Please don't overthink it yourself." Asada stretched out his hand towards them with a displeased face, "Do you still want to see the painting? If you don't, return it to me."

"Take a look, Sanjiu, turn to the next page!" Nino looked forward to Sanjiu's side, watching her turn over the picture book, ready to compare Asada's "serious painting" works with the first one. What is the difference between Zhang and the children's graffiti?

It's just that when the painting came into view, the two of them couldn't say a word, they could only look at the scenery on the paper stupidly.

That's right, it's the scenery.

The figure in the middle is a young girl, with long soft hair hanging lazily on her shoulders, and some earphones falling between her neck; Can't tell what she's thinking.

However, the corners of the mouth had been altered, and the curvature of the lips was only slightly raised, but the girl suddenly came to life, her head drooping slightly, and a faint smile bloomed on the paper, as if it was just because of a small incident , but he was so happy that he could not express it.

Surrounding her is not a classroom, but a scribbled and ordinary stone pavilion, but there are a few cherry blossoms slowly floating down from the top, making the girl feel as if she is talking about happy things with someone in the fluttering of petals. The world in the book is vivid because of her.

The girl's name was clearly written in the lower left corner—Nakano Sanjiu, and even the title of the painting was signed in cursive calligraphy on the side.

"Born with your smile" - born with your smile.

"..."

For some reason, Sanjiu was stunned, not as numb as before, but as if the softest part of her heart had been hit hard, her chest was tightly squeezed, her consciousness was surrounded by the afternoon sun, warm, It was hot, and it made people feel dazed and stupefied.

The heart is beating very hard.

All of a sudden, those scenes traveled through time and space through the painting, and all the events of yesterday seemed to be repeated in front of my eyes, and the laughter along the way was replayed in my ears.

——Is the self at that time smiling freely and briskly as in the picture?

Perhaps, this is something only one person knows.

Only he can draw such a self, right?

Sanjiu Nakano quietly glanced at Shinichi Asada, and then quickly looked away, her ears burning slightly.

"Hey..." Nakano Nino looked at Shinichi Asada, whose face was gradually turning red in disbelief, pointed at his face impolitely and shouted, "Even the landscape painting has come out in such a short time, you still say you Can't draw! This is completely biased! You were targeting me from the beginning, right?!"

"That's not it, what do you know! This is a stroke of genius, it's natural!" Asada held back her shame and forcefully defended, innocently screaming, "Sometimes inspiration bursts out so suddenly! If you don't believe it, you can go to Checking the first grade art homework file, my painting level has always been so bad, only this one is completely super-standard performance!"

"Still making excuses!...Ah, I get it, to be honest, you must have a crush on Sanjiu, right! Confessions with paintings are outdated!"

Sanjiu's face turned even redder immediately, and she looked away as if she didn't hear, but her fingers held the drawing paper tightly, as if she would never let go.

"Just say it's not..." Asada opened his mouth, suddenly feeling tired. After sighing deeply, he didn't bother to defend his innocence, and changed the subject as if nothing had happened, "By the way, you just now Do you still look like you want to kill me? Why did your attitude suddenly change?"

"Is it important to change? Who cares about such trivial matters? No one would want a man with a hairy hair." Er Nai sat back in the chair, shaking Er Lang's legs with a face of indifference, but then turned to San Jiu's direction, speaking With teasing, "Right, Sanjiu?"

"Don't ask me." Sanjiu covered her rosy cheeks with her long hair, and said calmly, "Student Asada said no, if you continue to entangle, you will become a nino? "

"Hmph, your attitude changed quite quickly." Er Nai shrugged and stopped talking.

At this time, the bell for the end of get out of class just rang, and the teacher was about to start taking back homework.

Nino and Sanjiu's portraits of Asada had already been handed in, but Asada held the portrait of Nino and looked at Sanjiu questioningly.

"Well, homework..."

"..." Sanjiu lowered her head, and wanted to straighten the hand holding the drawing paper, but it was always shrunk in her bosom, reluctant to hand it over, "Well, I..."

"...Oh, I got it, I got it." Asada sighed, walked to the podium neatly, and said to the teacher, "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm actually not very good at drawing, and I tried my best to draw just one piece. so……"

The teacher took his portrait of Nino, and his face twitched violently, as if seeing something terrible, first looked at Nino with pity, and then smiled at Asada.

"No, it doesn't matter, just do your best, you don't have to worry about Asada-san, there are always one or two things that people are not good at..."

After a dozen words of comfort from the teacher, Asada returned to his seat with a blank expression.

Sanjiu lowered her head guiltily: "I'm sorry, it's all because of me..."

Sighing lightly, Asada waved his hand and looked away.

"Well... don't worry about it, because of you, I've also learned something. What's more, if I take this painting back like this, wouldn't it be more likely to cause misunderstandings if someone finds out?"

Well, that's his reason...although it's still a bit embarrassing.

Asada tried his best to keep his mentality balanced, calm and comfortable.

"So this painting is given to you, take good care of it! I'm not sure if I can draw another one of the same level."

Sanjiu carefully held the painting in front of her chest, and nodded very seriously: "Don't worry, I will definitely treasure it!"

It's even more embarrassing to feel so solemn...

Walking out of the art classroom, Asada followed the two to Class A of the 2nd year. Sanjiu entered the class, and soon came out with a small bag, which obviously only contained a book.

"For the book matter, thank you again..." Because Er Nao was right next to her, San Jiu didn't say it clearly, but gestured with her eyes, with a gentle and gentle tone, "Also, the fact that you are not a senior is clearly my own. Misunderstood, but caused Nino to do that to you...I'm really sorry..."

"Let's let this kind of trivial matter go, don't mention it again." Asada glanced at Nino, the corner of his mouth twitched, "If you want to apologize, it's better to let this person do it by himself, at least let her know what is polite .”

"Eh~" Er Nai made a grimace at Asada, and before Asada took the book bag, he suddenly reached out and snatched it, "I want to see what books you guys will lend Sanjiu, if it's a little yellow book, I can I can't spare you!"

"Wait a minute—!" Sanjiu widened her eyes, anxious in her heart, just about to take back her hand, but saw Asada blocking Nino's body first, and took the book bag over.

"Sorry, this is a secret between Sanjiu and me. If you want to know, please have a better relationship with your sisters." Asada raised his chin at Nino, and smiled proudly at her angry staring eyes.

"And even if it's a little yellow book, you can't control it."

After finishing speaking, he shook the bag containing "Original Warring States Essay Collection" and walked leisurely towards the Class B classroom.

Er Nai gritted his teeth and stared at his back, his face full of displeasure: "Tsk, what arrogance! This guy is really annoying!"

"That's what you said... But Er Nao, you don't hate him that much, do you?" Sanjiu said with a slight smile.

Er Nai folded his arms and glared fiercely at the sarcastic Sanjiu: "How could you not hate it! Such a self-righteous bastard... What's wrong?"

Sanjiu turned her back to her, twirled her hair lightly with her fingers, landed on the blue earphone again, hesitated for a moment, then slowly touched the corner of her mouth.

"Well...it's nothing, let's go into the classroom."

She felt the upward curve of her lips, and then thought of the paintings she treasured in her schoolbag.

Does she have the same smile now?

Only this time, no one saw it.

She lowered her head, Xiafei's cheeks, and a sweet smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth.