Tokyo life starting with painting

Rubbish.

This is indeed the first intuitive phenomenon of Higashinoji.

This is not because he wants to belittle these female high school students, but the things they draw are indeed not very good.

Let’s not talk about the somewhat ethereal and illusory topic of ‘artistic’.

Many girls in the studio don't even understand the most important 'relationship between primary and secondary' in oil painting.

Western oil painting mainly trains the observation ability to constantly clarify the relationship between primary and secondary.

The colors must be layered, the composition must be layered, and then you can copy the plaster statue. Only then can you find the right path.

But the things these female high school students draw are round, flat, and square. At a glance, it’s hard to tell what scene they mainly want to draw, and they don’t even have a clear idea of ​​the priority.

Each of these girls obviously looks pretty decent, so why do the things they draw look like neither humans nor ghosts?

At this time, Higashino felt that there would be no problem even if he raised his head and said, 'Everyone here is rubbish.'

For creative people, as long as your emotional intelligence is not too low, it is normal to be arrogant.

There used to be a senior from the Academy of Fine Arts in Higashinoji who was very good at painting. He walked like a millionaire, and everyone looked like he owed him one or two million.

But he was good at oil painting, so even if he was so arrogant, he was just beaten over the head and laid in bed for half a month without being able to get out of bed.

Higashino shook his head and buried the events of his previous life in his mind again.

The key now is to find an easel and drawing board that no one is using.

But where to find it?

Higashinoji looked at the girls gathered in a circle. They were currently chatting, and it was estimated that even if he spoke, no one would pay attention to him.

It's going to be difficult now

He couldn't just grab a drawing board or easel, right?

Higashikata glanced around, constantly observing his surroundings.

This time he actually found a little girl huddled in a corner, immersed in drawing.

It was a girl with short, shoulder-length hair. The ends of her hair were slightly curled and gathered toward her neck. Her bangs were slanted to the right in front of her forehead and were black and smooth. The hair on the left was pinned with a cross-shaped hairpin.

However, because her slanted bangs on the right side are too long, she lowers her head to cover half of her eyes, giving her a particularly gloomy, stage-frightened and fearful look, but she just looks average-looking and very rustic.

While she was painting, she kept her head lowered and her lips pursed, showing a sense of being in danger, as if she was trembling with fear just sitting there.

Higashino walked up and said, "Sorry to bother you."

"ah?"

The girl raised her head in confusion. It took her a long time to realize what she was doing. She stared at Higashinoji timidly with her big eyes: "What's the matter?"

"I'm a new member who just joined the club. I want to get a drawing board and easel that no one is using. Do you know which ones are no one using?"

"Anything placed in the corner of the regiment can be used."

The short-haired girl lowered her head as she spoke, her face turned red and she didn't even dare to look at Higashinoji.

"Thank you. What's your name?"

Higashino nodded and then asked.

"Konoe Ryoka."

"Oh, thank you, Konoe-san. My name is Higashinoji. I will give you more advice in the future."

Higashino thanked him, and then turned to get the drawing board in the corner.

Seeing Higashinoji leaving, Konoe Ryoka flipped up her side bangs and was obviously relieved.

then--

"Why are you here again?" Konoe Ryoka was dumbfounded, looking at Higashinoji who was leaving and returning, her soft voice was very thin.

"I joined the club today. I didn't bring any drawing paper or canvas. Konoe-san, don't worry about me. I'll just take a look."

Higashinoji placed the easel next to Konoe Ryoka and answered casually.

Her place is really a good place, there are not many people putting easels, and the place is very spacious, so it will not be difficult to use.

But before he could finish speaking, a rolled-up half-open drawing paper suddenly poked him in the face.

Higashinoji was stunned for a moment and looked up to see Konoe Ryoka with her head lowered.

She handed the drawing paper to Higashinoji half-armed.

Higashinoji accepted the drawing paper inexplicably.

Then he felt Konoe Ryoka's eyes glancing over from time to time.

After a while.

Konoe Ryoka seemed to be unable to hold it in any longer. She whispered, "Why, why haven't you moved away yet?"

This tone was more like a crying request than a question.

"Huh? Why should I move?"

Higashikata is getting weirder and weirder.

"Didn't you just ask me for paper?"

Konoe Ryoka asked intermittently with her eyes wide open, looking confused.

"I didn't ask."

Higashinoji probably understood.

Konoe Ryoka thought that he came over on purpose and asked her for drawing paper. She thought that if she gave him the drawing paper, Higashinoji would move away.

"Cocoa"

Konoe Ryoka was a little incoherent. She raised and lowered her palms, and in the end she could only make a 'woo' sound.

Seeing her like this, Higashinoji was a little amused, so he joked: "Besides, Konoe-san, only drawing paper is useless, and I don't have any paint either."

"Ah, really?" Konoe Ryoka raised her head innocently, then stretched out her hand and offered her paint box: "Please, please use it."

Then she kindly reminded Higashino in a low voice: "It's better to prepare the painters and tools yourself."

After saying this, she moved her easel to the side and distanced herself from Higashinoji.

Seeing this, Higashinoji simply moved the easel and moved it next to her.

This time Konoe Ryoka was stunned.

This had never happened to her before.

Konoe Ryoka glanced at Higashinoji in panic, and then moved her easel to the side.

Higashino found it interesting and imitated others, so he moved closer again.

In the end, Konoe Ryoka entered a corner from which there was no retreat.

She had no choice but to turn her head and lower her head, her voice trembling with a hint of crying——

"You, please don't bully me, okay?"

Konoe Ryoka looked down at her toes, wondering what she had done wrong and why this classmate Higashino bullied her as soon as he came over.

"I have no intention of bullying you."

Higashinoji is a little funny, this girl is really a treasure girl.

So he thought for a while and said:

"It's just that when I look at Konoe-san, I remember what happened in junior high school."

"What happened in junior high school?"

Konoe Ryoka was stunned.

"Yes. There was also a girl at that time——"

Seeing her interest, Tonoji continued.

This is actually the story of Higashinoji when he was in the Celestial Dynasty.

There was a girl who came into the studio halfway and had no foundation at all. She especially liked to bother Higashinoji and asked him to teach him step by step.

This made Higashino even bad at drawing. Higashino scolded her for being stupid, but she still laughed and looked unconcerned.

Later, Higashino entered the Academy of Fine Arts and found a girlfriend who was particularly good at painting. The girl who followed Higashino and finally entered the Academy of Fine Arts burst into tears.

At that time, Higashinoji suddenly realized that some people and some emotions are actually the same as painting and need to be figured out.

What impressed him most was what the treasure girl said while crying——

"Aren't you just good-looking and good at drawing? What's so great about it?"

"What happened next?"

Konoe Ryoka was a little curious.

Although I don't know how Higashinoji draws, he does look pretty good.

"Later?" Higashikata stopped talking before he finished: "There was no later, I made it up."

"ah?"

Konoe Ryoka was stunned.

Can it still be like this?