[Net King] Dominate the whole country

sketch

This Monday morning was a little different than usual.

The two hot news bombarded in turn, and became the topic of conversation for all the students after dinner, and the discussions initiated on the Internet were innumerable.

The first big news is of course the release of the new issue of "Lihai Weekly". The domineering Lihai Big Three on the cover is enough to make a large number of Yangou abandon their integrity just by kneeling and licking their appearance, not to mention the content inside It's really rich and exciting. The little reporter Saito has become the enemy of the whole people. A lot of jealous people are jealous that she can participate in the lottery with the Big Three. Not only that, she also got in close contact with Yukimura to get first-hand interview materials.

——What a shame!

But having said that, without Saito's interview, it would be impossible for them to get such a detailed and rich report.In the manuscript, Saito completely became a little fan of Yukimura, and told the content of her communication with Yukimura and the feeling that Yukimura brought her in an "absolutely objective" writing style.

One word "Su".There is no other adjective that can summarize the image of Yukimura portrayed in the article.

This piece of news completely swept the world with Yukimura's personal charm, but the next piece of news was still inextricably related to him. Of course, it was still the headline news about the tennis club.

Ahem, let's turn the time back to last weekend. After the beach volleyball game, Minister Yukimura "understandably" provided the members with a good excuse to vent their emotions and adjust their mood.

Yes, that's right, to tell the "true feelings" to Deputy Minister Genichiro Sanada.

So early in the morning on Monday, Genichiro Sanada, the chairman of the committee, who everyone usually detours from far away, received an unforgettable treatment that he probably wouldn't be happy with—was lined up by a group of tennis club members to "confess" .

"Flattered" is not enough to describe a thousandth of his mood.

But fortunately, the ending is still gratifying. On the one hand, the members have honed their courage by challenging the authority. On the other hand, through this disguised confession, Sanada has received feedback from many members about his impressions.

I don't know if there will be "love comfort" from the deputy minister in the future, but everyone is happy at this stage.

Yukimura walked into the lounge in a good mood, and the passing members felt their scalps go numb reflexively.

"The deputy director is probably very depressed." Looking at Yukimura's back, Marui shed tears of sadness for Sanada.

"What can I do?" King Ren spread his hands, "It's best for the Minister to be happy."

Kuwahara sighed, sure enough, the world bullies honest people.

"But having said that, it's quite unexpected that Chiya dared to shout to Sanada 'I'm not afraid of your fist'." Nioh said with a smile, "Maybe Yukimura has ulterior motives."

Hearing this, everyone nodded thoughtfully.

But the truth of the matter is—

Yukimura sat on his seat and read all the live broadcast "confession" posts on the Internet, lying on the table alone and couldn't stop being so happy.

Haha.

Yukimura, who hadn't painted for a long time, took advantage of his good mood today and finally opened the door of the studio during his lunch break.

No one has been in this room for a long time, the dust is heavy, and the air is not circulating.Yukimura then opened the doors and windows to ventilate the air, wiped the tables and chairs with a rag, and prepared to paint again tomorrow.

At this moment, his eyes were caught by a sketch scattered on the desktop.

Yukimura picked up the painting, his expression became a little subtle.

"When was this picture made?" Yukimura looked at Sanada on the picture and muttered to himself, "Have I ever drawn a sketch of Genichiro's strange pose?"

Yukimura turned the painting over, and his signature on the lower right corner of the back came into view.

"How is this going?"

Yukimura tightly held the sketch in his hand, and after a moment of silence he hesitantly put the sketch into his bag.

Evening is the monthly morning meeting of Lihai University.

Yukimura was casually listening to the report of the head of the baseball department in front of him, and at the same time he was fascinated by the sketch he put in his bag.

"Yukimura-kun, Yukimura-kun." The head of the reading department next to him gently pushed Yukimura, and lowered his voice to wake up Yukimura who was in deep thought.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Yukimura immediately returned to normal, stood up calmly and began to make his own speech. After the end, he gave the head of the reading department a grateful look.

"Yukimura-kun is distracted because he has been too busy with the competition recently, please pay attention to your body." The head of the reading department is a good old man with a gentle personality and very easy to get along with.

Yukimura nodded: "Well, thank you for your concern."

Yukimura still couldn't help being troubled by this matter during dinner at night.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" The sensible Harumi brought Yukimura a cup of black tea, and then lay down on the table to look at him.

"Hmm..." Yukimura thought for a while, "Harumi, under what circumstances do you think Brother Genichiro would willingly let me draw a sketch for him?"

"Anytime." Harumi couldn't help laughing, "Of course, if the posture is weird, it's probably when Genichiro was caught by his brother. Wasn't it like this last year?"

"Last year?" Yukimura frowned, trying to think back but couldn't think.

"Brother, why are you so forgetful? Last year, Brother Genichiro was because of you..." Harumi blinked, "Well, anyway, didn't Brother Sanada agree to let you draw a portrait of him imitating a comedian for various reasons last year."

"Hey~" Yukimura suddenly recalled that incident, although the memory is blurred, but there is still a certain impression, "So it was that one." Yukimura happily picked up his sister and walked around a few times.

"I've been really suspicious recently, it must be because of the nightmare."

"Nightmare?" Harumi tilted her head and looked at her brother puzzled, but Yukimura didn't intend to continue explaining.

It had been a long time since Yukimura had seen Atobe since his last spring break trip.But now even if they don't meet each other, they can still contact each other through various means. To some extent, Yukimura enjoys the "netizen" relationship with Atobe.

When chatting with Atobe about this miraculous thing at night, Yukimura couldn't help sighing: "It seems that my memory is getting worse and worse. It was only last year (it was still such an interesting thing), and I actually forgot it so quickly. "

"Occasionally, this happens to me. It is obviously a very important or very special thing, but I suddenly forget it." Atobe's reassurance by his own experience is quite effective.

"That's right, maybe I'm sensitive recently, and I always feel that nothing is right." Yukimura said leaning on the pillow.

Atobe immediately said: "Is it because of a nightmare?"

"I don't know, it probably has something to do with it." Yukimura sighed, "There have been some strange dream fragments appearing intermittently since last year, and I don't know if there is any connection."

"Relax, it's all just a dream." Atobe regretted bringing up this topic, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen any of your paintings yet."

"Come to visit my house again sometime, I will definitely show you." Yukimura stroked his hair and became dazed, "How about drawing a sketch for you next time when you come to my house?"

"Do you imitate comedians like Sanada?" Atobe couldn't help but joked.

"Yeah, if you want to do that, I have no objection." Yukimura smiled, "But won't it damage your glorious image? If you are seen by the students of Ice Emperor, you will definitely be surprised, isn't it? My intention."

"That's true, but my uncle has very high requirements for painting skills."

"I'm very confident in myself." Yukimura raised his head, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, "But I thought Xiao Jing, you have the awareness that no matter what the situation is, your beauty will not be damaged."

"Hmm..." Atobe couldn't hold back his laughter, "That's the truth."

Yukimura was just joking, but he didn't expect to see Atobe a few days later.

"Aren't you welcome?" Atobe smiled and took out a dessert box, "Your favorite wagashi."

Yukimura, who was leaning against the door, took the gift from Atobe, greeted his mother, and took Atobe upstairs.

"I have a studio at school, and most of the paintings are done there. The small study room at home only has my studies when I was a child, and then there are some scattered works of holiday paintings, but not many." Yukimura's hand is on the handle Pause for a few seconds, "I'm worried that your expectations are too high and you may be disappointed."

Atobe shook his head: "I have full confidence in you."

As soon as the door was opened, a starry sky greeted the eyes, covering the entire wall.

"This was drawn when I was idle and bored during the summer vacation. After more than a month of drawing, the final effect is not bad." Yukimura introduced.

"How should I put it, above expectations." Atobe caressed the tear mole, his eyes were indescribably deep.

Yukimura went to the bookcase and looked through it: "These works are from a long time ago. I have forgotten when I painted some of them. It is always amazing to look at them now."

While he was talking, he flipped through the pages, and Atobe curiously moved to his side and began to read.

"You are very talented." Atobe said after carefully appreciating each of Yukimura's works.His words are not a compliment. As a young man from a rich family who admired all kinds of famous paintings since he was a child, although he is not very talented in painting, he knows how to read paintings. From these few exercises, it can be seen that Yukimura has mastered the pictures Strength and technique are secondary.

"Thank you for the compliment." Yukimura said, pulling out a chair from the side, and then pulled Atobe to sit on the chair.

"Huh?" Atobe was puzzled.

"Didn't I say that I would draw a sketch for you?" Yukimura smiled and set up the easel, pasted the paper and took out the pencil case from the table, "I believe you will be an excellent model as well. of."

"Of course." Atobe smiled complacently, and sat down in a good posture.

The whole studio was instantly quiet.

Yukimura looked at Atobe intently, imprinted every part firmly in his mind, and then turned into a lifelike portrait on the drawing paper.On the white paper, from nothingness to vague general shape, to further shadow relationship, until finally...

"It's done." Yukimura finally smiled.

Atobe moved his stiff body and walked to Yukimura's side.

"Xiao Jing, you are so honest, there is no need to stay still." Yukimura laughed and felt distressed, patted Atobe on the shoulder, and pulled him to the front of the painting.

Atobe looked at Yukimura, with the corners of his mouth raised high: "I must make sure everything is safe." Then he turned his gaze to the drawing board.

For a moment, Atobe silently swallowed everything he wanted to say.

"How is it?" Yukimura looked at Atobe nervously, which was different from the reaction he expected, "I didn't draw too much in the one-hour sketch, but it should be..."

Yukimura was hugged by Atobe before he finished speaking.

"Xiaojing!" Yukimura patted Atobu, with an increasingly confused expression on his face.

"I like this painting very much." Atobe let go of Yukimura, pulled out the painting with a smile, "I should be able to take this with me."

Yukimura opened his mouth, for some reason he felt that Atobe's smile was a bit forced, probably an illusion. "Of course, it's for you..."

That night.

The Atobu was dealing with business until late at night.

"Master, do you want to bring you a cup of coffee?" The old housekeeper asked with concern.

Atobe rubbed his temples wearily: "No need."

"Yes." The old butler was about to step back when he heard Atobe say, "Help me frame this painting."

The old housekeeper was a little surprised, but he obediently agreed, took the painting, and then walked out of the study and slowly closed the door.

Walking downstairs, remembering the young master's subtle reaction just now, the old housekeeper couldn't help turning over the painting, and then saw the portrait inside... and a familiar signature in the lower right corner.

"This is……"

The author has something to say: the title of this chapter is called sketches, and there are two sketches in the content, each of which has some secrets, you can use your imagination, but this article is not suspenseful, so you should know it according to the routine of fanhumanities , the ending is definitely unscientific, and there is no reasoning.

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