Tokyo life starting with painting

"Congratulations to Mr. Higashino for winning the double gold medal in the adult and student categories of the Tokyo Youth Art Awards. Did Mr. Higashino really win the gold medal in the adult category and student category?"

Takahashi Yumi glanced at the huge 10-meter-long vertical banner that had just been put up in the school behind her, and couldn't help but ask Konoe Ryoka.

"Yes, it has been confirmed by the Japan Art Education Association that it is Higashino-san." Konoe Ryoka replied in a low voice.

"Then this is amazing," Yumi Takahashi touched her head and couldn't help but sigh.

In the past, Fujiwara Aoi gave her a popular science about the level of the Tokyo Youth Art Prize in the minds of young art students, so Takahashi Yumi also knew how difficult it was to win the Tokyo Youth Art Prize.

"That's not all. Higashino-san won a double gold medal this time." Fujiwara Aoi pushed up her glasses and added: "I checked the information specifically. This is the first time in history that the Tokyo Youth Art Prize has won a double gold medal."

After finishing speaking, Fujiwara Aoi added lightly: "Higashino-san is indeed very powerful."

"Hey? Aoi, what's wrong with you?" Yumi Takahashi glanced at Fujiwara Aoi in disbelief: "Didn't you keep saying that the Tokyo Youth Art Prize is nothing, and that Mr. Higashino's works are actually just like that? How come you suddenly Just changed your tune?"

"How could I? I never said that! Don't talk nonsense." Fujiwara Aoi opened her mouth after being poked in the painful spot by Takahashi Yumi, looking a little angry.

How could she be so bad? It’s just that I might have had a little prejudice against Higashinoji in the past.

That's just a little prejudice, not that serious at all.

"No, you must have said it, forget it. It's pointless to tell you this, and you don't admit it."

Takahashi Yumi curled her lips and got excited after putting the matter down; "By the way, do you want to come to my house tonight to watch Mr. Higashino's award ceremony? Anyway, tomorrow is Saturday, are you all free?"

"I have no problem." Fujiwara Aoi said.

She often stayed at Takahashi Yumi's house, and the two families had a very harmonious relationship, so spending the night was just a matter of mention.

the most important is--

The two of them looked at Konoe Ryoka.

"Huh? Me?" Konoe Ryoka pointed at herself and hesitated for a while: "I should be able to do it, right? Tomorrow is Saturday, so I should just tell my family."

Konoe Ryoka thought for a long time before finally nodding vigorously: "I can do it."

This made Takahashi Yumi and Fujiwara Aoi completely relieved.

Konoe Ryoka's family tradition seems to be much stricter than that of ordinary families, and she seems to have to call to inform her whenever she goes out.

But as long as she promised something, Konoe Ryoka would basically never break her promise.

So they didn't worry anymore. The three of them were chattering about what snacks to buy tonight, what color pajamas to wear, and even the entertainment activities after the award ceremony.

It was in this atmosphere that the time came to half past seven quietly.

"There are quite a lot of people." Higashino glanced at the crowded hall in front of him and couldn't help but muttered to himself.

The venue was rented pretty well, with big four-corner pillars, a round table covered with white cloth, and special stage lighting above the head.

Higashinoji was located at the reception round table slightly closer to the hosting desk in front, with seasonal fruits placed on the table.

The staff had also told Higashinoji before that when the awards were given later, the lights in the entire venue would be turned off, leaving only the stage lighting above his head to illuminate Higashinoji's area.

To this, Higashinoji naturally smiled and nodded.

In addition to Higashinoji, there were other people at the round table, probably other winners of the adult category.

Of course, Higashinoji is observing other people, and others are naturally observing Higashinoji.

Their eyes were a little curious.

After all, Higashinoji's face looks too young, and he doesn't look like he is old enough to participate in the adult category.

The way he looked in a dress and scarf was too unique, and it was difficult not to attract others' attention.

The most important thing is that the scarf is more like woolen fabric than a scarf, and it is also very rough.

I really don't know why he is wearing this thing.

The other winners felt inexplicably uncomfortable looking at it.

After all, they all took this award ceremony very seriously. Their ties were neatly tied and their dresses were not wrinkled at all. Seeing Higashikata's casual appearance, they certainly felt very uncomfortable.

They undoubtedly have a very childish mentality. How other people want to dress is their business. As long as they are not naked, they actually have no right to interfere.

But the people sitting at this round table are basically college students who have never experienced social beatings. It is quite normal for them to have a childish mentality.

"I guess it's a high school student who received a special prize. It's not bad to win a special prize at the Youth Art Award."

Someone nearby was analyzing in a low voice.

Higashinoji is too young, so he must be the worst special reward, so there is no need to think about it.

And several people around him secretly agreed.

But they didn't dare to be too loud. After all, it wouldn't be good to offend others for no reason.

Higashinoji didn't hear it, but even if he heard it, he would probably be too lazy to pay attention to this group of people in the end.

After all, there are always people who feel superior when attending a youth painting awards ceremony. How big can the pattern be?

Painting is not just about skills, there are also requirements for psychological structure.

"Huh? That's it?" Higashinoji, who was looking at the environment of the venue, paused and stopped at a figure who was looking around in a panic.

Isn’t that Madoka Fukushima?

Higashino stood up, walked to Madoka Fukushima and said hello: "Fukushima-san, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah, it's Higashino-san." Madoka Fukushima looked at Higashinoji behind him, showing a look of relief: "Um, I forgot where my seat number is. I was looking for the staff just now, but I couldn't find it. "

"Really? This is a big deal." Dongye Si laughed.

Higashino simply pulled Fukushima Madoka to sit next to him.

Although the table seating for this kind of award ceremony is particular, it is not that strict.

And there are obviously many empty seats at the adult group table that cannot be used, so it is not a big problem to take her to sit down.

But Higashinoji didn't care, but Madoka Fukushima on the other side cared to death.

She could clearly feel the stares from the other people in the adult group.

Some couldn't understand what was going on, and some were slightly hostile, which made her feel bad anyway.

Especially the level of the adult group is much higher than hers. She doesn't have that indifferent sense of superiority in front of students of the same age.

So she tugged on Higashinoji's sleeves and said in a low voice: "Higashino-kun, why don't I leave?"

"Ah? What's this?" Higashino also felt the eyes of others, so he smiled happily: "Isn't it just a seat?"

At the end he added:

"Everyone here is the winner of the adult category. They will not just watch you, a little girl, looking for a place in the venue."

As soon as the words were spoken.

Even if the people next to him had opinions in their hearts, they could only look away and talk to each other softly.

No one went to talk to Higashinoji, a high school student. As top students from the five major art academies, they had their own sense of superiority.

The small group was born inexplicably.

The so-called literati look down upon each other may be referring to this situation.

Feeling the change in the surrounding atmosphere, Madoka Fukushima somewhat blamed herself: "I'm sorry, Higashino-kun, you are only because of me."

"A bunch of kids are just angry, there's no need to argue with them."

Tonoji smiled calmly.

There is no need to get angry with a group of students who have not even left college yet.

"Don't you care, Mr. Higashino? Those are students from the five major art academies, and they are very good at painting."

"There's no need to care about that." Higashinoji was amused by her and laughed out loud, and then added in a very calm tone -

"I'm better than them."

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