Reborn In Tokyo After Picking Up Sayu Who Ran Away From Home

   Chapter 62 [egoistic-lily]

  Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh…

The   mechanical pencil poked up and down the book, and occasionally circled around the fingertips.

  The last class in the afternoon was Mr. Matsumoto's math class, and even that couldn't stop the secret prying eyes of all kinds of sights.

   And this situation reached its peak when Kato Yusuke was called up to answer the question. His eyes turned from dark to bright, and he simply observed him aboveboard.

   It was from curiosity about something new, which made him feel a little irritable.

   Fortunately, since Sayu took over the housework. His study time has become quite rich, not to mention that his part-time work has been temporarily suspended, so he really has nothing to do with his homework.

   After answering a slightly out of line math problem, Matsumoto pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and let him sit down with an expressionless face.

   This is dissatisfaction with him? Or was he simply responding to his mind-wandering behavior in class last month?

   simply let his thoughts scatter, leaving only a minimum of attention in the class, so as to ignore the scorching gazes of the boys and girls, and persisted until the end of the get out of class.

   ding ding dong ~~

   The school bell rang on time.

   In the sound of the teacher's announcement of "get out of class is over", he packed his things as fast as possible, carried his shoulder bag and walked out of the classroom quickly.

   He also vaguely heard words such as "Wait a minute", "Photo", "One step slower" coming from behind, including his own name, and the corner of Kato Yusuke's mouth raised a radian.

   A group of adolescent pig-headed boys and girls.

  Because of the school policy of "Do not run in the corridor", I walked through the school courtyard and came to the archery club.

"excuse me."

   Open the Japanese-style wooden sliding door, take off your shoes at the entrance and walk into the dojo.

  Under the brilliance of Qing Yao, the simple and elegant heroine dressed in archery uniform was sitting there on her knees, as if she was practicing with her eyes closed.

   Hearing the footsteps, the other party slowly opened his eyes, then smiled and nodded.

   "Good afternoon, Kato-kun." Nakano Ryoko raised her palm and pointed to the position in front of her, "If you don't mind, please sit here."

   "Nakano-senpai."

   Kato Yusuke responded, and sat down cross-legged at the other's signal, but thought it was inappropriate, so he also changed to kneeling.

   "About Sami..."

"I'm really sorry." Nakano Ryoko put her hands on the ground and leaned down slightly, "It's all because of my improper management that caused you trouble, if there is anything that can be slightly compensated, please tell me. "

   Actions, etiquette, and words are all people's styles.

   not only has the virtues and virtues of traditional women, but also has the resolute atmosphere that can be independent.

   Getting along is like a spring breeze, and my mood calms down unconsciously.

   In this dojo filled with sandalwood and Zen, Kato Yusuke spoke slowly.

   "Senpai doesn't need this, I've accepted Sammy's apology, I don't need more than that."

   He considered his words and said, "It can be seen that senior sister's members are all looking forward to you, so there is no need to punish that child for this matter. This is my personal wish."

   "It's so gentle, Kato-kun." Ryoko Nakano sat up with a strange look in his eyes, "But that "child" in your mouth is actually a second grader. "

   Hearing the words, Kato Yusuke nodded noncommittally, then got up from the ground.

   "Then I'll go first, Nakano-senpai." After saying goodbye to Ryoko Nakano, he left the archery club, and then returned to the school building to the art classroom on the west side of the third floor.

   buckle

"excuse me."

   Symbolically knocked on the door twice, and Kato Yusuke directly pushed the door and walked in.

  Easel, sculptures, still life ornaments, everything is the same as yesterday, but there is no one inside.

   "Speaking of which, there are no applicants for admission to the Ministry today?" He muttered, his eyes subconsciously turned to the room by the window, his eyes lit up slightly.

   This may be an opportunity.

Before the idea of ​​   comes to mind, the body has already made an action.

   He walked to the door with the sign "Second Art Preparation Room", raised his hand to hold the door handle and turned it gently.

   With a click, the door was opened.

The    is also empty, and it is more appropriate to say that for some reason, the users of this studio have temporarily left here.

  The evidence is that the preparation room is in a mess.

   It is not difficult to see that the owner of the room should have been painting until the last moment, and intends to come back to resume work.

   "It doesn't look like a girl's room."

   This was Kato Yusuke's first impression of this place, and then his eyes were drawn to more important things.

   Mountains of sketches are scattered on the ground, and each one is filled with dense marks and information.

   Even if it is just an essay, the quality of the sketch should not be underestimated. The title of "Ace of the Art Club" is well-deserved.

   It’s just that things on paper are obviously not the subjects that traditional art will choose.

   There are many beautiful girls dancing on the sketches.

   Some of them danced in ruffled idol costumes; some wore swimsuits with blushing faces; and some wore more revealing, flamboyant faces.

   It seems that the two-dimensional beautiful girls are stuffed into the whole room, creating a sense of impact in the world of attendance.

   These things are said to be enough to attract people's attention, but compared with the work that occupies the center of the preparation room and stands on the easel, it is a bit insignificant.

   Painted in rich colors is a beautiful girl with outstanding features.

  The colorful colors blend in the dreamlike landscape, but they can vividly emphasize their own existence.

  The girl was surrounded by thorns that seemed to grow directly from the world in the painting... No, maybe it was tentacles wrapped around her body, showing beauty and pain... No, maybe it was a happy expression.

   is sensational and has a subtle color. Such works should never appear in schools, let alone in high school art exhibitions.

   “egoistic-lily…?”

   Kato Yusuke could not help narrowing his eyes, and read out the one located in the lower right corner of the canvas. Although the handwriting was scribbled, it was enough to identify the signature of the author of the text.

   "Eri Kashiwagi."

   In addition to this work, there is another painting in the room that is equally eye-catching.

  Different from the scattered sketches, this work with a completely different style from the owner of the room was properly placed on the cabinet. It was the work handed over by Kato Yusuke during the assessment yesterday.

   "Is this the secret of the art department..." he muttered.

   And at this moment, the door of the preparation room was opened again.

  “—!”

   A nervous and flustered girl's voice sounded from behind him.

   "You, you, you, you, who are you?!"

  …

   (end of this chapter)