[Comprehensive] It must be that my way of forming a team is wrong!

Yukimura Seiichi stood at the door, looking at the girl sitting in front of the drawing board with an expression of seeing through everything.

He walked into the classroom, put down the backpack behind him, walked up to Qin Shujuan, and looked at the paintings on her drawing board.

It's a head portrait of Voltaire.

"Qin Sang's sketch is very good."

No matter in terms of shape or the contrast between shadows and highlights, Yukimura put his arms around his chest and said with a smile: "If Kautama needs this level, I'm a little bit hung up."

"You want to test Tama?" Qin Shujuan took the utility knife aside and began to sharpen the H charcoal pencil in his hand.

"I'm going to University of Tokyo."

Qin Shujuan rolled his eyes when he got the answer, and began to paint highlights and highlights.

Yukimura Seiichi walked away wisely, and began to carry the drawing board.He took out two sheets of paper and masking glue from the materials, and brought some paints.

"Qin Sang, although you were recommended by Teacher Xiao Lin, you still need to take a test. There is still a color difference." He handed over the watercolor paper in his hand, and Qin Shulan turned his head. The good charcoal broke off with a 'click' next to the highlight, leaving a small black dot next to the well-drawn highlight.

Qinshu tiredly sighed, tearing off the sketches on the drawing board, took the watercolor paper and masking glue, and tore off the masking glue viciously, looking at the gentle young man who was smiling, Qinshu tiredly hummed, and pasted the paper good.

Looking at the brand-new paper in front of him, Qin Shujuan looked at the sketch he had left aside, and asked casually, "Draw anything?"

There was a flash of cunning in Yukimura Seiichi's eyes. He sat beside the drawing board, stepped on the foot of the chair, and supported his head with his hands: "Draw me."

Qin Shulan raised his eyelids, wrote his name on the back of the paper with no expression on his face, and then put the paper down.

"Just kidding, Qinsang can draw whatever she wants."

"Who made this rule?"

"its me."

"When?"

The purple-haired little brother thought for a while, and his eyes fell on her hand holding the pencil: "Just now."

Oh.

Give up, you can't beat Yukimura Seiichi.

Qin Shujuan adjusted his position, made sure that Yukimura Seichi would not be blocked by the drawing board in front of him, and began to type on the paper.

The paper is 8K paper, so you can’t draw too big things, or you won’t be able to express the details. Qin Shujuan adjusted the position of the drawing board, looked around and confirmed it, and then started to shape.

The pencil in his hand was about to draw a rough picture, and Qin Shujuan said mercilessly: "Does the art club have no other paintings to show?"

Instructor Kobayashi said before that the Umihara Festival will be held soon after school starts, and the art club needs to present many works for exhibition.

If the president asks you to draw more paintings, just accept it directly.

Qin Shujuan knew about Yukimura Seiki's sudden request.

That's why the first thing she did when she came to the art room was to draw a sketch!

Who knew that this guy who pushed his nose on his face also asked her to paint colors.

The more Qin Shulan thought about it, the more angry he opened up the paint provided by Yukimura Seichi, and scooped up almost half of the can of paint on the palette with the No. [-] paintbrush in his hand.

Yukimura Seiichi poked his head out from behind the drawing board: "Kinto-san, although the color requires a lot of paint, it's a bit wasteful."

She put the palette on her lap, pulled out her phone expressionlessly, put on her earphones, and turned up the music.

Picking up the palette again, the large-sized paintbrush draws out its own color on the palette and begins to spread large color patches. The slender fingers hold the long pen holder, and the wrist flicks one stroke after another on the palette.

Yukimura Seichi held a small paintbrush and looked at the girl beside him, staring at the picture seriously, but the movements in his hands were a bit...rough.

Sakura Chiyo on the side opened her mouth wide and looked at Qin Shulan who was almost throwing paint in front of her. She wanted to go over to have a look at her picture, but she was afraid that the paint thrown out by the girl would splash.

After laying out the large color block, Qin Shujuan let go of his hand, and the large paintbrush slid into the barrel.Sakura Chiyo hurried over to look at it. After laying out the big color blocks and relationships, the picture of the girl expressed what the girl wanted to express. The picture is painted on the paint on the drawing board.

She could feel the strength in it, one stroke at a time, without any hesitation.

"When senior sister was painting, she didn't hesitate and was very bold."

Qinshu, who was washing the pen, was stunned for a moment, let go of the brush that was being washed, let it run in the bucket, took out the smaller No. [-] brush and began to spread small color patches.

"When painting, you must be bold, whether it is brushwork or color."

Boldly express what you want to express, boldly draw your own feelings, and boldly outline your own feelings.

Sakura Chiyo nodded: "It has benefited a lot!"

Qin Shujuan said quickly: "But this kind of boldness can only be cultivated after being admitted to Tama. It's best not to be like this in the exam. It's better to behave well. It's not good if you step on the thunder of the marking teacher."

Sakura Chiyo quickly took out a small notebook and wrote it down.

Yukimura Seichi washed the paintbrush in his hands, and watched the girl who took off the earphones while chatting and drawing. The pen in her hand had been replaced with the No. [-] pen for drawing.She carefully portrayed the picture, but the movements in her hands were not sloppy at all. After the washed brush was wiped dry with a towel and dipped in paint, she could always write immediately.

Everything is clear.

He was a little curious about what she drew.

His expression is so serious, and his movements are so smooth.

Yukimura Seiichi got up and walked over with light steps.

Sakura Chiyo sat next to Qin Shujuan and quietly watched her movements, occasionally asking her own questions.She saw that the place she didn't understand was about to speak out, and she saw Yukimura Seichi getting up and walking over not far away.

She looked at the drawing paper on the drawing board, and blinked at Yukimura Seiichi who was walking over.

Yukimura Seichi, who received the signal, walked behind the girl, and Sakura Chiyo who was on the side quickly got up and gave way to Nozaki Umetaro, who was drawing manga.Seiichi Yukimura sat down, his gaze fell on the piece of paper.

The purple-haired boy drawn on that paper.

--It's him.

……

When Qin Shujuan used the pen to highlight the highlights, she didn't turn her head and said, "Look, the highlights are the same. The front is warm and the back is cold. The highlights at the back should be grayer, otherwise it will come back up."

This time, without hearing Sakura Chiyo's voice, Qin Shujuan turned his head suspiciously and bumped into those long and narrow purple eyes.

It's like the violet color she just adjusted on the drawing board, adding her favorite light gray blue and rose red.

Withdrawing his gaze, Qin Shujuan stretched his neck and looked behind him in a concealed manner: "Where's Chiyo?"

Yukimura Seichi pointed behind her: "I'm working on a manuscript with Nozaki-kun."

"Oh."

She didn't speak, and continued to draw, but she felt a little headache when she saw the picture.

Surprised by Yukimura just now, he didn't hold the paintbrush properly and drew a white mark on the screen.

Qin Shujuan turned his head and glared at Yukimura Seichi: "You scared me! Pay me for the painting!"

Not minding the black-haired girl's unreasonableness at all, Yukimura Seiichi took the paintbrush in her hand, washed it and wiped it dry, dipped in the paint strokes and gently pressed it on the drawing paper.

"No, Yukimura Seiichi, stop!"

It's a pity that the boy has helped her cover half of the white marks.

"..."

Yukimura Seichi blinked innocently, washed the paintbrush in the bucket, and tried to dip the palette in the girl's hand: "Didn't Qin-san ask me to paint with you?"

It's not to accompany but to compensate!

Tired of complaining, Qin Shu snatched the paintbrush to re-cover Yukimura Seiichi's strokes, and finally said viciously: "Don't move!"

Yukimura Seiichi watched from the side with a smile.

It's not that Yukimura Seiichi didn't draw well or did it on purpose.It's just that the painting styles of the two are not quite alike.

Qin Shulan's brushstrokes are violent, even the details are expressed strongly.

But Yukimura Seichi was different.

Yukimura Seiichi's painting style is just like himself, delicate, covering up bit by bit.

If Qin Shujuan's painting style is as violent as a summer storm, then Yukimura Seichi's painting style is like spring rain.

Qin Shujuan looked at the out-of-place brushstrokes in the center of the painting, and was tired of covering them up bit by bit with paint.

How long did she change, and Yukimura Seichi watched it for a long time.When she put down her brush again, the clock on the wall read 02:30.Qin Shujuan got up and stretched, took the small book on the side and slapped it on the screen.

Then carefully peel off the masking tape.

The work was taken down.

Yukimura Seichi looked at the portrait that was left to dry by the window: "Qin-san, you have painted me in your work. If you send it to the competition to win the prize, the prize money will be split in half."

Qin Shujuan put the painting by the window, looked at the dry paint on his hands, and said innocently, "But Mr. Yukimura asked me to paint it."

"That's just a casual remark."

"I'm a more serious person. I never thought Yukimura-kun was just joking."

Sakura Chiyo looked at the two, silently lowered her head and continued to help Nozaki Umetaro with the manuscript.

Qin Shujuan picked up the previous sketch of Voltaire, signed it in the lower right corner and handed it to Yukimura Seiichi.

"Two are enough."

"There is still a fully opened work to be painted."

Why ask more questions!Just pretend you don't know!

Qin Shujuan pursed his lips, watching Yukimura Seiichi take the sketch and put it on the podium.

"When will it be handed in?"

"Just hand it in the day before the Haiyuan Festival. Of course, if Qinsang can frame it yourself, you can hand it in on the day of the Haiyuan Festival."

The Kaihara Festival is still one month away.

She nodded, walked to the window, pressed her fingers on the color that was drying, and found that it was dry, picked it up and walked towards the podium: "Is there an art supply store near the school?"

Yukimura Seichi nodded: "Yes, do you need me to take Qinsan?"

"Okay."

Qin Shujuan walked back to his drawing board and picked up the bucket: "I'll tidy up the things first, and we'll go when we're done." At the end, he added another question: "Are you okay this afternoon?"

Yukimura Seichi knew that she was asking about the tennis club, so he nodded, "I don't need to worry about the tennis club recently."

He returned to his place, packed up the brushes one by one, and put the palette into the sink to wash off the colors.

The girl who had tidied up her schoolbag swiped her phone and came over.

"Let me see what you drew."

Seiichi Yukimura paused the hand that was going to put the canvas down, and finally backed away, revealing the two-fold drawing paper on his drawing board.

Qin Shujuan could only see the painting that was blocked by him exposed bit by bit.

Large expanses of white are piled up, with warm colors that will not destroy the harmony.

The canyon, the snow, and...the girl in purple in the middle.

It was a familiar picture of Qin Shujuan.

The black-haired girl in purple stands in the center of the screen and raises her head slightly, revealing her chin in the white cloak.

She closed her eyes and stood in the canyon expressionlessly, as the white snow fell on her face and felt the heat turn into water droplets.

Black hair, silver ornaments, purple clothes and white snow.

One by one the details are spliced ​​together.

That's Qin Shujuan.

In other words, it was the girl named Qin Shujuan—the Wanhua girl.

The author has something to say:

I didn't fall off the horse so quickly [smiling kindly]

I didn't update _(:з"∠)_ two days ago and I apologize.

I'll make it up for you when I finish my homework, TAT! !

The college entrance examination is going to be tomorrow, I wonder if there are any readers who are going to take the college entrance examination_(:з"∠)_

If you have any, I wish you all 985211!

I suddenly remembered that I was sick at home before the college entrance examination last year and received many messages from little angels telling me not to be nervous about the exam.

I love you guys boo one!