[Comprehensive] Why do I like you

"Jingshi Jingshi, isn't this look weird? I feel like there are too many colors."

Nana is frowning at the drawing on the drawing board. Although she likes bright colors very much, but this kind of color mixes together, there is a kind of conceptual abstract painting, she still rarely tries it, if it is not for Yukimura, the leader of their group today Mr. Jingshi arranged that there should be at least 10 colors in the painting, and she would not be dazzled by the colors in the painting.

"You shouldn't be pink here, right?" Yukimura stood beside Nana, pointing to the color of the rose in the painting, "The sides are all bright yellow, orange, and lake green. Even if you want to use transitional colors, you can't. It should be pink."

Sure enough, he was the highly anticipated art student of Meida University, and he could see something wrong in the painting at a glance.

Nana was so enlightened by him that she felt that she seemed to have used the wrong color.

Although the pink rose is very beautiful, it looks a bit conspicuous when it is mixed with a bunch of yellow, green and blue that polish each other, but the theme of the painting is not so many pink roses.

Yukimura reached for the paintbrush in Nana's hand, picked a bright red that had not been mixed with other colors on the palette, and then reached out to add a few strokes to the painting. The originally pink rose suddenly changed its color. His sense of existence is much clearer, but it is not as abrupt as before.

Yukimura, who put down the pen, unexpectedly got Nana's admiring gaze, and smiled: "You must have thought of other things while drawing, and that's why you made this mistake."

Nana lowered her head in embarrassment, but after a few seconds, she immediately raised her head to look at Yukimura, and said curiously, "Seiichi, can I have a look at the paintings you have drawn before?"

Yukimura was stunned for a moment, then smiled and asked, "Why would you think of looking at my paintings?"

"Because I heard from seniors and sisters that Jingshi-kun's paintings need to be exhibited in addition to those that participated in the competition, but other highly acclaimed paintings have been kept in collections and have not been released. Moreover, Jingshi is so powerful, I also want to let Jingshi's paintings come to inspire me!"

Nana said seriously, her brown eyes fixed on Yukimura Seiichi.

Yes, from the beginning of school, when she accidentally heard the name 'Yukimura Seichi', she couldn't do without words like 'genius', 'excellent' and 'smart'. At first she thought it was just another campus star It is only a student, but it is still questionable whether there are real materials.

But at a club event, when she saw the works exhibited by the president of Yukimura who participated in the national art competition in her first year, she had to admit that she was shocked by the painting of the vast snow and the peak among the clouds.

I can't explain that feeling, I feel that my whole body is shaking, and the palms of my hands can feel that trembling impulse, I can't wait to pick up the pen and take out the paper to draw immediately.

She knew where her talent was since she was a child. Although she once told Junzizhangsi and the others that there is no such thing as talent without hard work, why hasn't she ever felt complacent or superior to others because of her talent in this area?Haven't you ever dreamed of becoming an excellent painter, and let everyone's admiring and yearning eyes cast on you?

But after seeing Yukimura's painting, the feeling in my heart can't be described in words. I am very impulsive, very excited, and I feel like I was slapped abruptly and suddenly realized.Although it may be exaggerated to say so, she really felt at that time that in this world, there are mountains beyond mountains, and there are people beyond people.

If Yamashima-sensei is the person she has longed to worship on the altar, then Yukimura-kun is the opponent and mentor who has been walking leisurely in front of her, but makes her who is always running cannot catch up.

It was the first time for her to do the kind of thing that found the other party secretly as a lifelong opponent.

However, never regret it.

In her life, there are really not many important people. The family who accompanied her and raised her since she was a child, the three friends she made during her studies, her first love when she was ignorant, and Mr. Shandao who has always been enshrined in the altar of her heart as a god. Nana, who seemed destined to meet on the train, made herself not like Shinichi, the person she liked the first time they met.

And this senior who gets along as a friend, in her heart, is someone who sees the other party as an opponent.

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Yukimura was a little confused by the way Nana looked at him with such serious eyes, so if he didn't know Nana's character very well, maybe he really misunderstood the flames in Nana's eyes as admiration for him .

However, if he really read it correctly, his flames might be his desire to win against the enemy?

Yukimura shook his head, and when he looked back, he found that the flame that one couldn't help but want to grasp in the palm of his hand had disappeared, leaving only Nana's pair of clean brown eyes, he said with a smile: " If you want to see it, come to where I live. My paintings are piled up there."

Nana was a little confused by Yukimura's answer, and after two seconds of reaction, she opened her eyes excitedly and clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest: "Is it really possible? Really? Really, really? "

She originally thought that Yukimura would not agree. After all, although they said they were partners and friends, after all, even the teacher couldn't borrow Yukimura's paintings for exhibition, let alone she said she wanted to see them in person.

Isn't Yukimura afraid that she will ruin his painting?

Nana thought about it silently, and then Yukimura knocked it lightly, "What are you thinking, everyone has already handed in the painting, do you still plan to use this painting with a blank corner as homework?"

Yukimura deserves to be the one who beat the whole school to become the number one beauty. Those iris-purple eyes, just looking at others with a slight smile, can't help but make people feel happy. It's simply pleasing to the eye and beautiful~

Nana withdrew her admiring eyes, and carefully looked at the classmates below and above.Sure enough, everyone has almost finished the painting, some have the last few strokes left, some have been dried and handed in, and some have been completed long ago. After getting permission from Yukimura, they don't know where they went.

Nana quickly lowered her head, stopped chatting with Yukimura, and concentrated on finishing her homework.

Yukimura didn't bother her, just watched her coloring quietly, and the outline of her finished painting had already appeared in his mind, so he turned around and sorted out the drawings that everyone handed in.

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Nana, who had handed in her homework, did not leave immediately, but followed Yukimura to sort out the homework of her classmates. Seeing so many words on the drawing board, Nana looked at Yukimura's slender hands that didn't look strong, and decisively proposed help.

"As a junior who has received so many benefits from Mr. Jingshi, these are just a matter of effort!"

Nana opened her mouth with a serious face, and then without any explanation, she took the initiative to lift one-third of the drawing boards. After feeling the weight, she was indeed able to bear it, and then she turned around holding the painting and smiled brilliantly at Yukimura.

Yukimura was a little surprised that Nana was so active, but her expression and eyes didn't want to be the ones deliberately created to get close to him, so she couldn't help smiling even brighter.

No wonder he can always hear the name 'Nana Komatsu'.

An outstanding sweet appearance is one thing, and the ability to draw that the teachers look forward to is another, but what is more important is her informal and helpful character.

Although everyone knows that there is a boy who looks like a guardian knight beside her, but they still want to hook up with her in an endless stream. Sure enough, personality is still very important.

"So much trouble for you, I'll treat you to dinner later."

Yukimura blinked and spoke casually.

Nana widened her bright eyes, turned to look at the man who was a head taller than her, and said with a smile, "What do you want? Can I choose?"

"What do you want to eat?" Yukimura still had a gentle smile on his face.

Nana rolled her eyes and said, "The ice cream shop at the end of the street behind the school has a new product. Can I eat that?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at him very seriously with both eyes, and the emotions full of anticipation were revealed at once.

The smile on Yukimura's face couldn't help being a little more sincere. He looked at the girl with dark pink long hair beside him, and couldn't help but want to reach out and rub her hair. That look of anticipation, coupled with wet eyes, Inexplicably, it reminded him of the Akita dog raised by his sister, it was so similar.

"Is it just ice cream? Do you want to eat something else?" Yukimura asked.

Nana shook her head: "I can't, I have to go to see your paintings in Jingshi later, I have to hurry back to cook at night, and I have an appointment with my girlfriend who lives together to have dinner together."

Although Nana is definitely not the only one who will come to eat at that time, that group of people will definitely come over to eat without politeness.

But she doesn't find it troublesome at all, instead she feels very happy. People who can chat well can get together to have a meal and fight. Although they occasionally bicker or something, they are really happy.

"Hehe, then I won't be able to invite you to dinner." Yukimura had a regretful expression on his face, although it was obvious that this expression was faked.

Nana scratched her head, laughed a few times, and stopped responding.

How could she have the nerve to ask her senior to invite her to dinner, and they are still alone. Recently, because of getting too close to Yukimura, the senior sister who was originally friendly directly gave her a face, and it was a little better to ignore her. , when she does not exist.She didn't know where she offended them. If it wasn't for the third-year sister who was the secretary-general of the student union to tell her the reason, maybe it would take a long time for her to know what was the reason.

"By the way, how is your preparation for the speech?"

The two walked out of the school gate side by side, ready to head towards the ice cream shop that Nana had mentioned.

Yukimura never puts the person he is interested in in an awkward or silent state, he thinks it is better to talk more, so that it is easier to get what he wants to know from the other party's mouth.

"That, hehe, actually I haven't written a single word yet."

Nana rubbed her cheeks, smiled awkwardly, but immediately took it for granted, "I'm a painter, not a writer. It's really difficult for me to write this kind of speech."

Yukimura shook his head helplessly: "You should hurry up and write. At noon, I also received a text message from the Secretary-General, saying that I would hand it over to her for sorting."

Hearing this, Nana couldn't help puffing up her face, with a gloomy expression on her face: "Okay, I'll go back and look through the book, and I hope my sister won't blame me for my bad writing."

"If you really can't write, let me give you some pointers." Yukimura said with a smile, but he didn't hear Nana's reply after waiting for a long time, so he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

The phrase 'good wah' was stuck in my throat, and I couldn't get up or down, and it was very uncomfortable to choke.

But what is even more uncomfortable is the chest, where the heart is still beating, but at this moment, it hurts intermittently, as if someone is pricking it with a needle.

How many times has she encountered such a scene?

Nana clenched her back molars tightly, as if this would divert the pain.She fixed her eyes on the blue-haired boy a hundred meters away, the woman who had been hugged and kissed by him, and once again told herself a truth deeply.

The person she fell in love with was nothing but a scumbag.

But if you like it, what can you do?