Tokyo life starting with painting

"Are you really better at drawing than Fukushima-senpai?"

Konoe Ryoka looked at the forest path on the drawing paper that looked like morning mist, and asked in a low voice.

"I can teach you" Higashino said instead of answering this sentence.

"Really, really?" Konoe Ryoka raised her head excitedly.

"But I don't want to teach"

"Really?" Konoe Ryoka lowered her head in frustration.

"But it's not impossible to teach you."

"Why?"

Konoe Ryoka hadn't reacted yet, but when she saw Higashino looking at her and smiling, she opened her mouth and realized that the other person might be teasing her.

Her face fell down and she put her hands down, looking depressed.

She couldn't figure out why Touyoshi kept bullying her.

Higashinoji laughed, then waved his hand.

"Sorry, I was joking, Konoe-san. I will sit next to you from now on. If you don't understand anything about this, you can ask me. Gouache is very simple. Just apply a base color and add a few details."

Very simple to add some details

Hearing this, Konoe Ryoka's mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again.

"But Konoe-kun, can I use some of your oil paints while I'm sitting next to you? Not much, just a little."

"Ah, if you don't mind, please use it."

Konoe Ryoka is still in the gouache stage and doesn't know how to use oil paints at all.

Listening to Higashinoji's words, she nodded stupidly.

A box of this kind of high-end oil paint costs one or two thousand yen. I really didn't know that Konoe Ryoka was a rich woman and was such an idiot, but she actually agreed to Higashinoji's request.

but

Higashinoji is quite comfortable.

He mainly wanted to use high-grade oil paints made by Konoe Ryoka.

This thing lasts a long time and is not easy to fade. But when I put it at the feet of Konoe Ryoka, who only painted gouache, it looked like a pearl covered in dust.

She simply didn't need it, so she just borrowed it for herself for a few days.

Moreover, while sitting next to her, Higashinoji would also teach her about gouache painting. When she successfully transitioned to gouache, Higashinoji would return the oil paint to her. This is the so-called win-win strategy - he would only paint two paintings anyway. , it doesn’t take much paint from her.

I have to say that the studio when I was a student was indeed a good place.

Students who don’t have a drawing board or an easel can get free sex here.

It’s not like after leaving the society, no matter what you buy, you have to buy it yourself and do it yourself.

But fortunately, now with the support of Konoe Ryoka, Higashinoji can also use good paints.

The next thing to do is to buy some paintbrushes and turpentine.

Higashinoji had an idea in his mind, so he didn't say anything and turned to look outside through the window of the studio.

In Japan in 2003, there were not many out-of-school youth recreation measures.

All students can do is go out to sing, go shopping, watch movies, and play video game arcades. If not, they can go home and watch TV.

Looking out the window at some Shibuya-style girls with heavy makeup, Higashino couldn't help but shake his head.

During this period, most boys' uniforms in Tokyo, Japan, still had stand-up collars, which looked very much like the Showa period.

But Higashinoji knows that in less than two years, if Japan becomes more open-minded, boys' old-fashioned stand-up collar uniforms will become suit-style uniforms.

Thinking this, Higashinoji turned around again and looked at Konoe Ryoka.

Seeing that she was still painting the morning forest, Higashinoji asked:

"Konoe-san, why don't you participate in the Tokyo Youth Awards like those others?"

Those people refer to the art department students who were chatting together just now, including that Fukushima-senpai.

Every year the Tokyo Youth Painting Awards has a specific theme.

This year’s prescribed theme is ‘Tokyo’.

In a literal sense, I am painting with the city of Tokyo.

The same is true for Fukushima and others. Their canvases are mostly dominated by the steel and concrete metropolis of Tokyo.

There were even a few photos of Tokyo scenery that they thought were good next to the canvas.

This was a very blunt imitation. Higashinoji shook his head after just one glance.

"Painting is not just about looking like something."

For most art students, it's easy to just draw like it is, but it's a difficult problem to draw with an artistic sense - not to mention these high school girls can't draw like it.

"I, I can't do it." Konoe Ryoka waved her hand and said quietly.

But even though she said that, when she looked at other people's canvases, her eyes were still a little envious.

"Really? I think your shaping and light and dark skills are much better than theirs. They can do it, why can't you?"

Higashinoji doesn't quite understand Konoe Ryoka's standards.

"I, I can't."

Konoe Ryoka heard Higashinoji praising her so much, but her voice was softer and she spoke firmly.

She felt that Higashinoji's vision was so high that he could not even look down on his senior's paintings, so he must be trying to bully her by saying this.

She won't be fooled.

Konoe Ryoka tucks the slightly curly hair above her ears, then concentrates on painting and ignores Higashinoji.

Seeing Konoe Ryoka being so serious, Higashinoji also smiled and did not continue to disturb her.

There was nothing wrong with sitting anyway. He glanced left and right and saw pencils and erasers placed on Konoe Ryoka's small box.

So he simply fixed the paper Konoe Ryoka gave him to the drawing board, then picked up the opponent's pencil and eraser and started drawing.

"What are you drawing?" Konoe Ryoka was a little curious.

"Sketching. My sketching skills are average, not very good." Higashinoji replied casually.

He sat down and drew seriously for less than half an hour. He quickly clapped his hands and stood up: "I'm leaving."

Konoe Ryoka didn't reply, she didn't even look away, as if she was afraid that if she talked to the other person, he would make fun of her.

Then--

"I'm really leaving." Higashinoji approached again and said hello.

Konoe Ryoka blushed.

She didn't know why she was blushing, but she suddenly felt a little embarrassed and blushed.

"Uh-huh!"

She responded quietly.

But I didn't hear a reply for a long time, so I turned my head in confusion.

It turns out that Higashinoji has really left.

Konoe Ryoka breathed a small sigh of relief, and then turned to look at her gouache painting.

After a while, voices came from beside me.

It turned out that Fukushima-senpai and the others who had just gone out to buy drinks and chatted were back.

Konoe Ryoka didn't know how to curry favor with Fukushima and the others, so she could only stand up in a panic and bowed to the leader, Fukushima-senpai. This was considered a greeting.

Fukushima-senpai, who had not wanted to talk to Konoe Ryoka, a withdrawn girl, was stunned for a moment, and then asked curiously:

"Hello? Lianghua? Whose is the easel next to you?"

Konoe Ryoka lowered her head, her voice stammering when she faced Fukushima-senpai, who had the highest status among the girls in the Art Club.

"Today, today the art department just hired a male member named Higashino. This is the easel he holds."

"Higashinoji?"

Fukushima-senpai muttered this name, and then walked to Higashinoji's easel.

She wanted to see what this new member of the art department had drawn.

She couldn't move her eyes away as she looked at it. At the same time, she stretched out her hand to the girl behind her:

"Keiko, is your mobile phone a new model you just bought? Lend it to me."

The girl named Keiko took out her mobile phone and handed it to Fukushima-senpai with a puzzled look on her face.

The next moment I saw Fukushima-senpai taking pictures with the drawing paper -

I can't help it, this painting is too good.

When Konoe Ryoka who was standing next to her saw this scene, she thought of what Higashinoji said casually to her just now.

"My sketching skills are average, not very good."

No, not too good?

Konoe Ryoka touched her head, looking a little silly.

She really didn't know whether Higashino's words were true or false.