Card Draw Blade

Being drawn on paper is a wonderful experience.Because he will be observed very carefully, but since he agreed, there is no reason to run away.

So I had to think about some wonderful questions to pass the time, such as - it turns out that there is really no need to undress.

If you think about it carefully, if Teacher Yu Sui agreed, it might be regarded as a big event.

Now he chooses to be in a daze, that is to say, Shitou Wuichiro glanced around secretly, but he didn't see a pair of eyes he knew that could communicate and interact, oh, except for Murata.During this period, Tokumuichiro saw Murata winking at him more than once, and he looked at the ceiling nonchalantly every time.

He and Murata met in the second grade, and the two happened to be at the same table, so they became friends naturally.

As soon as the modeling time was over, Tokito Muichiro walked through the crowd to find his friend of the president, just in time to ask where his member went, but at this time he didn't know that the child was the vice president.

Yes, Mr. Shi Tou, who came here with great care, didn't even see Aoki Mao.

"Murata, why isn't Mirai Aoki here?"

The other party was arranging his brushes. When he raised his head and wanted to catch up with his good friend, he saw Toru Wuichiro, who was expressionless but you knew he was unhappy: "...What, what's wrong?"

"Well, I want to ask."

Murata, who was infinitely close to the truth, gave up the opportunity to spy on his friend's secrets, and scratched his head: "Aoki is preparing for the competition recently, so she is drawing next door, right?"

He was silent, it turned out that Mirai Aoki was next door.

The storage room next door is dedicated to the art club. It usually stores sundries such as easels, paints, and brushes. Due to the huge space, it is occasionally requisitioned by private individuals.

Aoki's preparation for the competition counts as one, and Umo Tengen counts as one.That guy's private piano is still dusty here, occasionally becoming Yusui's private piano room.

It was only later that she found out that Tokitomu Ichiro had agreed to come and be a model without saying a word.Except that I worked honestly as the host for a while at the beginning, and left after the official start, I always felt that it was not a problem for me to poke there.

After leaving, Aoki went to the next door to think about the competition. There were no strict rules on the theme of the works in the preliminary competition, so at the beginning, he wanted to use a very common theme such as 'friendship', 'life' and the like.As a result, when she saw the yellow paint that had just been opened, she subconsciously came up with whatever she wanted.

On the brand-new linen, swishing it up, it has completely deviated from the theme, and the final manuscript—she looked at it and wanted to poke her eyes.

It's my wife Shanyi.

When he realized that he was spreading something on the canvas bit by bit, Mirai Aoki put down his brush and picked up his phone.

Maybe she needs to be quiet--Jesus!Why did she draw a boy again after two years!If that guy Yuhao Tianyuan saw it, maybe what words would come out of his mouth!

So she gave up and got into the group group to say hello.

Shanyi, who had been the focus of attention just now, also followed in the group because of his hand injury.

Well actually, just the two of them.

At present, the two people have no conclusion on the issue of "whether it is a plant or an animal" about the two cards drawn by Mirai Aoki today.

The gathering of two chatterboxes is definitely not the result of 1+1=2. When Ni Douzi checks his phone later, it is definitely 99+ news.

The boring topic ended with my wife Zenitsu saying: "What's the point of this!"

A small group of girls are nestled on chairs with backrests, their fluffy hair is curled, and paint buckets, shelves, cardboard boxes and other sundries randomly placed form a darker background image.

The door was ajar, Tokito Muichiro stood there, the first thing he saw was the drawing board and the girl under the window.

The man was still poking at the phone screen, with his legs on the chair, curled up.Directly opposite her was the easel with the canvas just ordered, on which only a few strokes of yellow paint could be clearly seen, but it was not clear what it was.

There is a little oily pine smell in the air, mixed with paint or loose wood, in short, there is a feeling of opening up some other world, which is incompatible with this school.

My ears were filled with the noise of something being blocked, coming from the playground outside the window.

Subconsciously let go, the half-open door opened again, the dust on the slide rails rubbed against each other, screaming fiercely.

Suddenly the girl was awakened, she raised her head blankly, and looked over from the door:

"Mr. Shi Tou?"

Also because of the slight panic of being interrupted, he bit his lower lip lightly, his voice was as thin as a spider's thread.

He panicked for a moment, thinking that his sudden intrusion had disturbed the other party, so he just explained dryly: "President Murata said you are here...the door should be rusted."

Aoki let out a cry, and laughed: "Because it hasn't been repaired yet, but what can Mr. Shitou ask me for?"

Shi Tou Wuichiro saw that the other party didn't have the slightest intention to get up, so she had to lift her foot and walk in. Seeing that she was getting close, she picked up her paint board and made a small bench: "Sit!"

Aoki Mirai closed the phone, leaving only Shan Yi secretly saying hello and leaving the ever-increasing number.

"Just now I heard from Murata that you are going to participate in the competition?"

He doesn't know what is what, whether it is paper, paint or taste, but there is really nothing else to say.

Aoki Mirai didn't care, she agreed with what the other party said, and told the conversation to continue: "Well, but I haven't figured out what to draw yet..."

"Then what is this?" The light blue eyes were like a mirror, looking at the canvas with a few strokes: "Is it 'someone'?"

He finally saw clearly the sketch outlined on the canvas, using a large area of ​​bright yellow and gray black, the two absolute colors are clearly separated, the degree of completion is too low, and it is impossible to tell who it is, so he can only guess-it is 'someone' personal'.

"Well... it was a senior from before. I always felt like 'so cool' in my heart, and I painted it when I came back to my senses." She didn't talk much about that time, because she hated other people's face-to-face painting. Analyze her herself, and say whatever comes to mind: "By the way, Mr. Shi Tou, do you have the courage to look at other people's paintings of yourself? If it were me, I would not dare at all, because I am very shy—"

Huatou went through a great leap forward, Shitou Wuichiro didn't think about "who is the cool senior", Aoki Mirai abducted him directly.

And being drawn on paper by others... This area of ​​the brain that has never been touched has plunged him into new thinking.

Mirai Aoki looked at Shitou-kun and put the second knuckle of his index finger against his chin to think.This person is easy to be in a daze, and occasionally he can see through his thoughts at a glance, like a dipping saucer containing clear water, shallow and transparent.

"Next time, if there is a chance, I will pick some beautiful paintings and take pictures and send them to you." She said with a smile.

"Eh? Is it okay?"

"Of course, after all, I'm a vice president, so I'll have this right!" Patting his chest, Aoki's promise in the future is similar to when he promised Senjurou candy when he was a child.

Shitou Muichiro and Murata are friends who can talk. In the second grade, the conversation between the two would temporarily involve some club affairs.

He's usually the one who listens—

'Our club has a very good girl'

'She is so powerful, it feels completely out of the same level! '

'It's really special!sharp! '

'It feels like you are a talented player like Shitou... Hey, how does this make us mortals live? '

...I remember what I said recently: "She has become my deputy agency!"

Shi Tou Wuichiro suddenly understood: "Ah..."

Mirai Aoki: "Huh?"

"It's nothing... Then what Aoki thinks I should be painted, will it be very simple?"

Blinking in confusion: "I think? Simple? Mr. Shitou?"

Subconsciously picked up his basic qualities as a small painter, leaned back slightly and began to observe in front of his eyes, silently thinking about 'what should happen if it is her material'.

Mr. Shi Tou felt a very fine line of sight again, not very strong, just like raindrops gently pouring on his body, he clearly felt that he was being observed, but it was somewhat different from before.

The pot where the frozen tofu was cooking showed signs of being slightly hot.

After carefully tracing every corner, he subconsciously curled up his fingers.

"I think..." She didn't notice the abnormality, and picked up a dusty and worn-out coil book on the ground, with a pencil in it: "Mr. Shi Tou probably isn't very good at drawing."

"Why?" His voice was hoarse.

She looked at him, then flipped open a white page, brushed the pencil carefully and made a rustling sound: "Mr. Shi Tou's bones haven't grown yet, um, he's actually a very handsome boy..."

The fact that I was stiff became clearer.

"The so-called sketch...Of course I personally understand it. In fact, the uglier the person, the easier it is to draw, like Mr. Shi Tou - big eyes, high nose bridge, and a soft jawline..."

Aoki Mirai made a comparison twice with a pen, her gaze went from the boy's forehead all the way to the fingertips: "Good-looking people generally don't have any outstanding features, so it is more difficult to draw."

As he listened to the rustling sound, time seemed to freeze.

"Well, that's about it."

It was a long time before Tomuichiro saw the notebook handed over by the other party. It was a very rough manuscript with a few lines and a little shadow.

"Can you give it to me?" asked suddenly.

"It could be, but this one is too..." Crude.

In the end, I didn't finish talking, but Tokitomuichiro still got this thin piece of paper, on which was himself from Mirai Aoki.

The author has something to say:

Task: Mannequins 1h

Remuneration: hourly wage**yen + own portrait (from Mirai Aoki)*1

Mr. Shi Tou: Accepted!Answer anything!

(As for the understanding of painting, it only represents personal opinion~)