[comprehensive] true love

When the subway passed through the tunnel, it seemed as if they could hear the cold wind whizzing away from behind. Most people lowered their heads, showing tired and numb expressions belonging to the bustling city.

"Kanagawa University has arrived."

The arrival reminder was played on the radio. Following the surging crowd, a girl in black came down from the subway. She was slender, but she was too thin. Sunglasses and a mask completely covered her entire face. Yan Shishi, the white headphone cable hangs down from her half-length red hair, and it takes a long time to answer lazily before she realizes that she is on the phone.

With her hands in her pockets, she walked into Kanagawa University with unhurried steps.

In the class of comic scripts.

A line of big characters was written on the blackboard——

"How to Turn Ideas into Stories."

Everyone was discussing in groups. At the beginning, they were a little cautious and deliberately lowered their voices. Later, they gradually got to know each other. The class was so lively that it looked like a wild vegetable market. Big, rambling all over the place, from rhythmic control to climax/tide storyboard arrangement.

Then, at a certain moment, the classroom fell into a momentary silence.

The back door was pushed open, and the aging shaft made a series of teeth-piercing sounds. A striking red-haired head came in. The students were stunned for a moment, and they were all vaguely looking forward to the teacher's performance. Class attitude towards skipping class.

Mr. Kimura calmly glanced at the person sitting in the corner, scanned the classroom, and said, "Continue the discussion."

"..."

It seems to be quite loose?

Everyone faintly became happy, and the classroom fell into chaos again.

Although her attitude is too arrogant, there are still students around who are considering whether to add her to the discussion group, but she has never raised her head since she sat down, and she didn't even take off her mask, but took out her iPad and put it on Headphones, all attention is focused on the screen.

"Lying just beneath every day reality is a breath taking world where much of what we perceive about the universe is wrong..."

A series of babbling Japanese flowed out because of splitting, and there was a growing trend, but the instigator didn't realize it. The hand pressing the volume adjustment button didn't mean to stop at all, because the voice he heard was always in a haze In this state, she frowned and worked harder.

A classmate on the side couldn't stand it anymore, patted her on the shoulder lightly, and pointed to her ear.

She froze for a moment, took off the earphones, and said in a voice that only each other could hear: "Thank you."

Playback was then paused and a pair of headphones replaced.

This time it is a pair of huge over-ears, which makes the red hair more eye-catching.

Before get out of class ended, the teacher Kimura walked up to the podium and beckoned to the rear of the podium: "Tsukishima, come here."

As Yue Dao Ryuki stepped forward, the group of people who were originally in small groups split in two.

Tsukishima Ryuki took off the mask that blocked most of her face, revealing a pale face. She had heavy dark circles under her eyes, and she was severely sleep deprived, and exuded a suppressed irritability faintly.

Kimura said: "Let me introduce, this student Tsukishima Ryui is our teaching assistant for this course."

As soon as Yue Dao Liu Yi's name came out, the whole class fell silent.

The follower herself still had that calm and dejected face, and said quietly: "I am Yue Dao Ryuki, the author of the Realm of Rebirth." Then she was silent for two seconds, as if she was a little distracted, and the erratic pupils passed by. It took a long time to gather a little light again, and said: "Don't bother me if you have nothing to do, and it's best not to come if you have something to do. Also, I need an assistant."

Before everyone could be surprised, she turned around and wrote a few letters and numbers on the blackboard: "My bar HOMARA is recruiting. If you are interested, please contact Mr. Grasshopper."

She was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, with one hand in her trouser pocket, and the other hand holding the iPad that was making noise just now. She was slightly bent, thin and slender, exuding a sick and decadent aura.

Naturally, a young man who claimed to be a "future author of a masterpiece" was irritated by her contemptuous attitude, and a voice with a mocking tone broke through the encirclement: "Since a classmate of our same grade is serving as a teaching assistant, at least we should also ask for help." Let's prove our strength."

Everyone followed the prestige and looked over. It was a curly-haired boy with a blue goatee on his chin, which made his rather fat face rounder. His shirt was wrinkled like pickles, and one button was buttoned wrong. up.

He probably wanted to make a point, but obviously he didn't pick the right topic very well.

Tsukishima Ryuki's eyes didn't even stay on him, but just glanced over him without discrimination, and finally landed on the blackboard, where she wrote two large characters above the HOMRA contact information she left——

love.

This is the assignment for this semester, to create a comic script with the theme of love.

"Great writers are not eclectic. Each of them makes the writer's work strictly focused on a concept, a subject that can ignite his passion, a subject that has continued to create wonderful innovations throughout his life. For example, Hemingway was obsessed with The question of how to deal with death became the center of his work and even his life after he witnessed his father's suicide. He pursued death on the battlefield, on the sports field, and on the hunting ground, until finally, he inserted a dick into his own In the mouth, I finally found death."

The corner of the iPad in her hand tapped lightly on the blackboard, making a small sound, which was very clear in the silence.

"I hope you can learn the nutrition of this theme from your own personal life like Hemingway."

Her voice has no ups and downs from the beginning to the end, it has a deep and clean voice, like the gurgling water in winter, when it washes over the stubborn rocks, it looks cold and stable.

Then she added another sentence: "Although I don't think it's possible."

……

Fuck you winter running water.

The author has something to say: I also wish everyone a happy National Day~

Everyone should have noticed the change of my sister. Of course, it is not only my sister who has changed, Fanfan is also growing. I think she will become a black-bellied person who is sure that "my sister will love me again" (cover her face)