Tokyo life starting with painting

Higashinoji looked at Konoe Ryoka from behind for a while, gave some pointers, and then packed up and left.

There's no use in staying here.

It will take at least a day for the canvas base to dry before you can paint anything on it.

The oil painting that Higashinoji painted had a weak foundation. It was summer recently, so he should be able to dry it tomorrow.

After Higashinoji left, Konoe Ryoka's side became empty.

She instinctively felt a little at ease, but inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable without Higashinoji scolding her next to her, so she would occasionally subconsciously look back at his empty seat.

"The relationship between Higashino-san and Konoe-san is really good."

Madoka Fukushima walked over, first glanced at Higashinoji's empty seat, and then glanced at Konoe Ryoka, with a sour feeling in his words.

"Why?"

After hearing this, Konoe Ryoka hurriedly waved her hands: "No, I"

"Why not?" Fukushima sighed and asked with a bit of aggression.

"I"

She was not good at words, but when she heard Madoka Fukushima's sour rhetorical question, she was so weak that she couldn't even speak.

"How does it feel to sit next to Higashino-san?"

Madoka Fukushima didn't continue to embarrass Konoe Ryoka.

She knew Konoe Ryoka's temper. She was a bit taciturn, but she was still a very nice person, so she could only say a few sour words at most, not to the level of a school bully.

"Huh? I'm sitting next to Higashino-san. Oh, Higashino-kun is very good. His paintings are very beautiful."

Konoe Ryoka lowered her head, not daring to look at Madoka Fukushima: "I learned a lot of skills from Higashino-san."

This is true. She did learn a lot from Higashinoji, including many painting techniques.

After all, Higashinoji is a former professional painter, and he came here in 2020. Many of his understandings of painting are beyond the era of 2003.

So every time Konoe Ryoka heard him explaining next to her, she always felt as if she had "opened the door to a new world."

"Really? I learned a lot of useful skills."

Madoka Fukushima looked at Konoe Ryoka's drawing board and found that her level was indeed much higher than before, so she became more and more bitter.

My mouth felt like I had eaten a dozen lemons, with only a sour taste.

Gudu

Konoe Ryoka didn't dare to continue talking.

She was not a fool, so she could naturally hear the sourness in Fukushima's words.

"That's right." Madoka Fukushima shook his head to get rid of the sourness in his mouth, and asked curiously: "Has Higashino-san commented on the paintings we painted?"

As soon as she said this, all the girls looked here and there curiously, and quietly raised their ears, wanting to hear Higashinoji's evaluation.

After all, Higashinoji and they are both of the same age, and with comments from their peers, he can better understand their level.

All kinds of looks came over.

Curiosity, doubt.

This made Konoe Ryoka not even know what to say.

Of course she still remembers Higashinoji’s comments about their paintings——

'Rubbish'.

Even Fukushima-senpai, who is the best at drawing, is rated as 'at the level of an average high school student'.

You can't really say these words, can you?

Konoe Ryoka couldn't do something like stabbing him in the back with Tonoji standing behind him all the time and teaching him how to draw.

"Yes, Higashino-kun said he can win the gold medal of this Tokyo Youth Art Award."

Konoe Ryoka tried to look around and talk about other things.

But she was so stupid that she couldn't speak clearly.

If Higashinoji were around, he probably wouldn't be able to help but touch her head and ask her, 'Why are you so stupid? ’

"Ah? Really? Higashino-kun is indeed talented, and it's normal to be so confident, but that's not what I'm asking about." Madoka Fukushima frowned, not quite understanding what Konoe Ryoka was talking about.

"I-my lunch lunch was made by myself and was delicious."

Konoe Ryoka whispered again.

The bull's head is not the horse's mouth.

"??? Er Lianghua, I want to ask, what do you think of Higashino-san's comments on what we drew?"

Woo

Konoe Ryoka couldn't continue making up the story, so she could only say with a guilty conscience: "He said that the senior sisters are all very good at drawing, quite good."

After saying this, she felt her conscience aching.

But Madoka Fukushima and the other girls didn't care whether what she said was true or false.

After everyone heard this, they all laughed happily.

They are all very well drawn.

It turns out that this is how Higashinoji sees them.

It’s okay. Higashinoji has a very high emotional intelligence. He doesn’t look down on the paintings of his seniors because he thinks he is good at painting.

The atmosphere immediately relaxed.

And after this relaxation, the girls can easily continue talking about the topic just now.

"By the way, have you heard that the situation at Higashino-san's family is not optimistic? Some time ago, there were rumors that Higashino-san's parents were killed by a murderer, right?"

The girl next to him started a small discussion.

"Huh?" Konoe Ryoka couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes when she heard this.

She didn't expect that Higashinoji, who had been smiling cheerfully next to her, actually had this kind of worry in his heart.

Konoe Ryoka cautiously turned her head, holding a pen in her hand, pretending to draw, and eavesdropped on the conversation.

"I also know about this matter. I heard that Higashino-san's sister also went crazy because of this matter."

"Is it so miserable?"

"Hey, what a pity. Are you jealous of talented people?" Senior Sister Fukushima also joined the discussion, and everyone sighed while talking.

Konoe Ryoka also felt that the eyes of these seniors had changed.

Looking at Higashinoji's position, his eyes changed from respect at the beginning to sympathy - and even an inexplicable sense of superiority over the disadvantaged.

Konoe Ryoka pursed her lips.

She didn't know why, but feeling their gazes made her feel particularly uncomfortable.

In her eyes, Higashinoji is really powerful.

It's just the misfortune of the family, why should we look down on Higashino-san?

She wanted to say this, but she couldn't say it, so she could only hold it in her throat and sit there sulking.

Konoe Ryoka didn't know why she was sulking.

But I just can't help it

The day's ministry work ended quickly.

Konoe Ryoka was the last one to leave every day. She put away her drawing board, then closed the door and walked downstairs.

With her head lowered and her waist hunched forward, her beautiful face and figure were covered up, and no one noticed this gloomy and rustic girl.

She walked all the way north, where there was a commercial street, where she usually bought cooking materials.

And there is also her favorite pancake shop there, which is especially delicious dipped in strawberry jam or chocolate sauce.

She goes there almost every day and buys one.

But after just two steps, she saw Higashinoji standing in line next to her favorite pizza shop.

The latter obviously saw her, so he smiled and waved to her, motioning for her to come over.

Konoe Ryoka hesitated for a while, and finally followed.

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