Let's sneak, my sis [Comprehensive Gacha]

Two people pass by each other in each other's life and continue to go on their own life track. This is probably the most frequent thing in the world. Even if the heart is moved or the love is tired at that moment, few people will move forward from themselves. In the middle of the road, he turned suddenly and grabbed another person's hand.

People who love each other can't guarantee whether the orbits between them will always go forward in parallel. It's really a sigh of fate that those two people who have an ordinary relationship will be forced to get together by strange fate.

When Mi was seriously studying the class, he was suddenly poked on the shoulder from behind, and subconsciously handed over the eraser without looking back, only then did he realize what he had done.She looked back with a sullen face, and saw the back table gentleman sitting on a seat one step higher than her, bowing his head to write and draw. After he found that Mi turned his head, he said "Yo" to Mi calmly.

Yo you are big!

Why are you here too!

Probably because he understood Mi's eyes, the gentleman at the back table scratched his hair, thought for a while, and then said flatly, "You also study this major, what a coincidence."

Yaki turned his head with a grimace.

The class in the afternoon made people drowsy, but the professor, who was over half a century old, was still teaching the class seriously. There was no other sound in the classroom except for the rustling of the pen tip falling on the paper, and it was very quiet.It's just that after a while, there were a few muffled sounds in the sky outside the window, gradually cloudy, and then it began to rain.

After class was over, Mi put away his few books and looked behind him.The students in the classroom are all going out, and sometimes they complain to acquaintances about why it is raining, but the gentleman at the back table is still sitting in his original position, drawing the panorama of the classroom in detail with a pencil in his hand, his eyes are focused and Seriously, he took a second look at the template of the classroom he had drawn without distraction, as if the appearance of the classroom had been engraved in his mind when he first started writing.

Mi didn't speak, watched the other party draw the light and shadow, and finally finished the draft, and then asked, "You are also applying for Dongda University."

"Yeah." The back table gentleman looked at the sketch in his hand and nodded, then he also packed up the book, "Do you still have class in the afternoon?"

"No." Mi shook her head, and the wet steam outside the window spread into the classroom, full of the coolness of early spring.

The back desk gentleman stood up from his seat and walked out of the lecture theater with Mi. He looked indifferent, but he seemed a little nervous when he spoke, "It's raining heavily. If you don't have an umbrella, I can lend you one."

"It's okay, I'll just wait for the rain to lighten up." Mi smiled and shook her head, "Besides, I took the umbrella, so why are you going back?"

"I still have classes." The man behind the desk looked away and looked at the floor. "And I live in a dormitory, very close."

"Is there really no problem?" Mi confirmed again and again, although she could call Gang Ji, but the other party also had lessons, and she didn't want to disturb him at this time.

"Ah." The back table gentleman nodded, "The umbrella is in the studio upstairs, let's go get it together."

Mi blinked, and just about to ask about the studio, he heard the mobile phone vibrating and the screen light turned on at the same time as the mobile phone held in his arms by the man on the back desk with the book in his arms.That rigid mobile phone is similar to the small candy bar that Mi has been using for several years. Today, with the rapid change of mobile phone styles, it looks like a product of the last century.

The gentleman at the back desk picked up the phone and had a few words with the other party, and then hung up, "My mentor is looking for me." He said to Mi, looked at Mi hesitantly, and before Mi could say anything, he took out the Give Mi a key, "The studio is on the top floor, and the one who locks the door is the one who locked the door. Remember to lock the door for me after you take the umbrella. If I don't go there, put the key under the potted plant at the door."

Seeing that the back table gentleman seemed to have something urgent to do, Mi had no choice but to take the key and watch the other party leave in a hurry.

Mi stood there looking at the key in his hand, and heard the sound of wind and rain outside, so he also walked upstairs along the stairs.Going up to the top floor, I found the locked classroom. The classroom was tightly closed with thick cloth curtains, and the light was dim. Mi went to the window and opened the curtains, only then was he able to see the whole classroom.

The small classroom is filled with the smell of turpentine, and the drawing boards covered with gray cloth are placed in a circle around the classroom.There are all kinds of paints on the side, and there is a half-finished painting on the stand, only the colors that are as gorgeous as the aurora can be seen, but the background is the land that exploded in the night.

Mi finally saw the umbrella on the low table and walked over to pick it up.There are a lot of works in this classroom, and it doesn't seem like something that can be drawn in a short time. If they are all the works of the master of the back table who has the key, probably all the things he has drawn are put here. .

Mi picked up the umbrella and was about to leave, but accidentally got entangled in the frayed thread from the edge of the gray cloth at his feet, and tore off the gray cloth covering the picture frame in a moment of movement.Mi hastily reached out to pick it up, knowing how difficult it is to paint this kind of oil painting, she hurriedly wanted to cover the gray cloth back, her eyes unconsciously swept across the face of the girl in the painting, but suddenly froze in place.

The lines of light and shadow in that painting are very thick, as if there are only black and white.

The painting depicts a young girl, wearing a torn medieval dress, revealing her fair and slender legs, sitting sideways on the bed with her head leaning against the wall.Some yellowish bandages were wrapped around her eyes, but her outline was soft and moving, but on the side of the cheek near the wall, there was an almost hideous wound entrenched on her entire left face.

The girl's thick black long hair was spread behind her, one strand fell on her chest, and the end fell on the back of her hand.

She looks calm and slightly sad, and the wound is obviously grim, but the whole picture is interpreting an extreme beauty of incompleteness.

Mi looked at the girl in the oil painting in disbelief, and suddenly stretched out her hand to stroke her left cheek. She subconsciously stood up, took two quick steps, and then tripped over the chair and fell to the ground.

What...that is...

Mi looked closely at the girl in the oil painting who looked exactly like her, and sat there blankly.

It's so real, it's not like a picture just imagined based on her face.After staring blankly for a long time, she realized something stiffly. She blankly glanced at the drawing board covered in gray cloth in the studio, and suddenly realized what absurd thing she was in contact with now.She stretched out her hand and pulled down the gray cloth on the drawing board closest to herself who fell to the ground.

It was still the girl in the painting.

Changing into a long medieval dress and taking off the bandages on her eyes, the girl in the painting stretched out her hands and groped on the table with a serious expression.Her black eyes were dull, and she clumsily recognized the objects on the table with her hands. This angle made the scar on her face more obvious.

The colors of this painting are more vivid, not so heavy and depressing.

Mi stood up from the ground, reached for the third oil painting, and uncovered the gray cloth.

This time it's her.

Or this time it was finally a picture that Mi could remember.

The little girl in the painting is standing in the classroom, facing the owner of the oil painting.She stood there alone, the corner of her dark blue skirt was still dripping, her beautiful black eyes were helpless and pitiful, her hands were tightly holding the hem of the skirt, her face flushed with embarrassment.

It's the day of school.

For some reason, Mi relaxed a little, she wanted to continue watching, but footsteps came unexpectedly.

Mi turned her head and saw Mr. Backtable standing at the door of the classroom. He seemed to have finished his work.

Mi was still holding the gray fabric like a material in his hand, and there were several paintings around him that had been untied. The man behind the table slowly scanned the paintings, and looked at Mi calmly, and the silence spread.

The rain outside the window was still falling, rattling on the window.The back desk gentleman walked into the classroom, closed the door behind him, then went to the window and opened it a little, allowing the wind and rain to pour in and wet the area where he was.He turned around and looked at Xiang Mi, "Are those paintings... nice?"

"..." Mi's throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn't make a sound.

She felt a strange sense of disobedience, which made her very uncomfortable.Putting down the gray cloth she was still holding, Mi wanted to leave.

"I have a senior." The back table gentleman's voice made Mi stop.She felt a little flustered and at a loss. She wanted to leave, but she couldn't move her feet to go on.She felt that the back table gentleman was talking about something important, which might have something to do with her.

The mobile phone in Mi's pocket rang, she took out the mobile phone and found that it was Tsuna Ji who called.

"He is a very good person. Although he always looks indifferent, he has been helping me from the beginning." The back table gentleman continued to talk, even though Mi's cell phone was still ringing, it didn't affect me. "His name is An Qian."

An inexplicable premonition hit Mi's nerves directly. She obviously didn't know what the back table gentleman was talking about, but at that moment, a feeling like an electric current swept through her whole body.Mi's hand trembled slightly, and the phone fell to the ground.

"Do you know... I came here to accept the task of killing you." The back table gentleman looked at Mi with a flat expression, "disguised as an ordinary or special person, came to the target of the task, even If it is detected by the system bound to the target, it is close, and it is necessary to put a few more points in other worlds to cover up its identity."

"It's just like the task he received, senior, to use the safest method to erase Mary Sue's influence on the world." It was raining outside, and even the sky dimmed, and the light in the classroom became weaker. "However, senior, he Fell in love with his mission target and even had twins."

The back table gentleman walked in front of Mi, and turned on the lights in the classroom, "Don't worry, I will protect you, even if I came here to kill you, I will protect you." He turned his head and smiled at Mi , there was a gentle and indistinguishable smile on his white and clear face, his facial features were so delicate that they were almost gorgeous, and when he stood with Mi, his two faces were incomparably opposite, "Even if you have inherited that power, but you only need to If you are the daughter of senior, I will protect you."

within the bounds of causality.

"I don't understand what you're talking about...you're the same age as me, but you say you know each other..." Mi stopped talking, took a step back, and kept her gaze fixed on the phone that had stopped ringing.

"It's okay, you don't need to understand." The back desk gentleman went to open the classroom door, indicating that the conversation was over.

"You told me so many inexplicable things, are you going to kick me out if you don't explain clearly?" Mi's face was a little pale, and he looked up at the back table gentleman stubbornly.

The back table gentleman ignored her, picked up the gray cloth on the ground, and covered the paintings one by one.

Walking to the last oil painting, Mr. Backtable looked at the bandaged girl in the painting and sighed slightly.

——If you had come back in the first place, you would not have been trapped in the land of karma.

After a long time, Mr. Backtable finally heard the sound of another person leaving. His face became calmer, and he turned his head to look at the deserted classroom after a long time, "What to do, tell me what to do OK……"

He stood up while talking to himself, and came to another oil painting, in which Mi was still standing there when he was a child, and he whispered softly, "Why are you so unlucky, with such a pair of parents on the booth?" , was cursed before birth. So what if you are talented, no matter which time and space you are in, you will not live past 25."

As he said that, the back table gentleman lowered his expression, his expression was depressed, and even a little sad, "It is her maximum limit to protect you as an adult. You should have died a long time ago, but even if you survive, how long can you live?"

- I know your future.

At the bottom of the panel of that oil painting, or at the bottom of all panels about Katoriya, there is the same sentence.

"Any beauty I have painted is not a tenth of yours"