I like you, nothing to do with you

?The orange light fell on the ground through the glass window, reflecting the faint brilliance. Many watercolor marks of different sizes and colors fell on the light brown tiles. Feng Ling stared blankly at the easel in front of him, painting The main body of her body was destroyed by the liquid whose color could no longer be distinguished, and she couldn't see the original appearance. She bit her lip, turned her head to look at the long-haired girl standing not far away with an apologetic face, and the girl who was standing there. The girls around her.

It's just because the class stayed on duty today and didn't get to the studio in time.

"I'm sorry, Vice Minister Feng." The long-haired girl walked up to Feng Ling and lowered her head slightly, "I was going to pour the paint water for washing pens, but I accidentally touched the easel, and then..." The deputy minister bit three words in a special way. clear.

careless?Feng Ling lowered her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth indistinctly.

"So, if you need my help in the future, please don't hesitate to tell me, I will do my best." The long-haired woman bowed with her hands hanging in front of her.

"It's okay, Saito-san." Some broken Japanese came out of Fengling's mouth. She looked back at the work that took more than half of a week to complete, and said softly, "There is still some time." A week later will be the whole country The deadline for the calligraphy and painting competition, but I don't know if she can make it.

"I'm really sorry, I'll be sorry if I'm not allowed to help." Saito bowed again.

I will help more and more.Feng Ling smiled, and from the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of a face that hesitated to speak. She was slightly taken aback, and reached out to take down the painting on the easel, only to hear a scream that stopped her next move: "Oh, this is what happened?"

"Hello, Teacher Supervisor." Everyone called out one after another.

"Yes, everyone, hello everyone." The windy woman waved her hands casually, and rushed to the wind chime, her dazzling red hair was like her character, "Little Fengfeng, why did your painting become like this? Why? Made it? Who made it?"

As soon as the woman's voice fell, Feng Ling clearly felt a few hot eyes on her back, like thorns, she pursed her lips, took down the ruined messy painting, and said with a little regret: "It's me I accidentally got it dirty." As soon as the words fell, the eyes on the back instantly softened a lot, Feng Ling twitched the corners of her mouth, folded the painting and stuffed it into her skirt pocket.

"Oh? Is that so?" The woman's tone rose slightly, with some suspicion.

"Well, yes." Feng Ling nodded, "I can only draw it again."

"Everyone is gathered together, it seems to be very lively." A gentle voice came from behind, and when everyone turned their heads, they saw a young man as elegant as an iris flower standing at the door of the studio, with a slight smile on his lips, but there was no warmth at all. Yi, his eyes glanced at the blank easel in front of Feng Ling, and he frowned slightly, "Feng Sang, where is your painting?" Although the tone was calm and breezy, it carried a bit of force that no one could ignore.

"Minister Yukimura." Fengling nodded slightly, and replied, "I stained the painting just now, so I put it away."

The name of the visitor was Seiichi Yukimura, the head of the tennis club, who also served as the head of the art department. It is said that in order to let the proud disciple of Masao Hasegawa, the Japanese "painting master" in front of him, join the art department, the supervisor specially asked The school director applied to move the ministry room from the fourth floor of the complex to the first floor of the faculty office building closest to the tennis courts.In a beautiful name, let Yukimura help the art department while leading the tennis club to the whole country.

It's just that this nominal minister seldom participates in club activities on weekdays. It's normal to see him once a month during the activity time, and it's completely abnormal to see him twice. Most of the clubs are managed by two deputy ministers.It is said that when the Art Department first moved its office and announced the new minister, countless people flocked to sign up, most of them were girls, and nine out of ten of them came for this beautiful minister. Little by little, the members of the female club who felt that they were too far from their expectations gradually quit the club for various reasons, and those who remained were either the brainless fans of Minister of Beauty or those who really liked painting.

"Oh? You made it dirty yourself?" Violet eyes swept around the crowd, and many people lowered their heads to avoid where their eyes passed. Yukimura raised the corners of his mouth slightly, sighed, and said, "What a pity. .The painting was supposed to be finished in two days.”

"It's really a pity. But it's okay, I'll work harder these days." Fengling said lightly.

"Hehe, that's what you said." Yukimura nodded slightly, "Come on Fengsang."

The corners of Fengling's mouth raised slightly, and the supervisor grabbed Yukimura's arm and rubbed it, completely disregarding her well-developed pectoralis major, which made the beautiful boy's face flush, and she said with a smile, "Oh, Xiao Jing City, do you want to let Xiao Fengfeng paint at home these days. Well, then I have decided so happily, Xiao Fengfeng will not have to participate in department work these few days." After finishing speaking, he even squeezed at the wind chime Eye.

"No need." Feng Ling objected when the supervision teacher's decision had just been made.This woman, do you want her to die even worse!Just as Teacher Yuan finished speaking, she felt those hot gazes return to her back.

"Mr. Yuan, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to do this." At the same time that Fengling said his refusal, Yukimura also rejected Teacher Yuan's proposal.

"Why?" Being rejected by two people at the same time, Teacher Yuan pouted and looked at them with some dissatisfaction. The baby face with a little baby fat was obviously not on the same level as her fiery figure.

"Wouldn't it be a little inconvenient for Fengsang to ask the teacher for guidance if he encounters any problems while painting?" Yukimura replied lightly.

Mr. Yuan blinked his eyes, clapped his fists, made a "snap" sound, grabbed Yukimura's arm again, and continued to rub it with his well-developed pectoralis major: "Xiao Jingshi, you are so smart, you are really thoughtful. , no wonder so many girls like you. Alas, if I can develop a teacher-student relationship, sister-sibling relationship with you, it should be a very wonderful thing, I will definitely be very happy. "

Feng Ling looked at the slightly embarrassed expression on Yukimura Jun's face, and smiled a little unkindly, although the minister just spoke out at the right time to relieve herself.

Yukimura quickly returned to normal, pulled his arm out of Hara-sensei's clutches, looked at Hara-sensei's intoxicated face, smiled slightly, and said, "I will pass on what Hara-sensei said to Nobita Brother."

"...You brat! You're going to report me, aren't you!" Teacher Yuan froze, and said resentfully.

"Heh... I'm just completing the work that Senior Brother Nobita asked me to do." Yukimura still smiled lightly.

"...Bastard, villain, spy..." Sensei Hara glared at Yukimura, then turned and left muttering.

Because of the relatively close distance, Fuling could clearly see that the smile on Yukimura's face was gentle down to the bone at that moment, perhaps because he was someone close to him.

Yukimura turned his head, and it happened that Fuling was also looking up at him. The two looked at each other. Furing blinked, bowed, and said, "Thank you, Minister."

"Yeah." Yukimura nodded and walked past Fuling. At that moment, Fuling seemed to smell a faint fragrance. She stared blankly at Yukimura's back, a little dazed.