Tokyo Rebirth: Start From Picking Up Sayu

duh, duh, duh, duh, duh...

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

The last class in the afternoon was Mr. Matsumoto's math class. Even so, it couldn't stop the secret prying eyes of all kinds of eyes.

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. He has a lot of time to study, not to mention that even his part-time work has been temporarily suspended, so he really has nothing to say about his homework.

After answering a slightly out-of-class math problem, Matsumoto pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, and then let him sit down with a blank expression.

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

He simply allowed his thoughts to diverge, leaving only a minimum of attention in the class, so as to ignore the burning 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 "get out of class end" announcement, he packed his things as quickly as possible, took up 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 "no running 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 enter the dojo.

Under the brilliance of Qing Yao, the 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 Sammy..."

"I'm really sorry." Ryoko Nakano 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, words, all are the style of everyone.

There is not only the virtues and virtues of traditional women, but also the decisive atmosphere that can be independent.

Getting along with each other is like a spring breeze, and the mood calms down unconsciously.

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

"Senpai doesn't need this, I have already accepted Sammy's apology, and 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 the child for this matter. This is also my personal wish."

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

Hearing this, Kato Yusuke nodded noncommittally, and 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."

After two symbolic knocks on the door, Kato Yusuke pushed the door directly and walked in.

easels, sculptures, still lifes,

Everything was the same as yesterday's scene, but it was inexplicably empty.

"Speaking of which, no one has even applied for admission today?" He muttered, his eyes subconsciously turned to the room by the window, his eyes lit up slightly.

This might just be an opportunity.

Before the thought emerges in the 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.

It was also empty inside. More appropriately, it was due to some reasons that the users of this studio 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 room used by girls."

This is Kato Yusuke's first impression of this place, and then his eyes are attracted by more important things.

Mountains of sketches were scattered on the ground, each one filled with dense markings and information.

Even if it is just an essay, the quality of the sketch should not be underestimated, and the title of "the ace of the art club" is well-deserved.

It's just that things on paper obviously don't belong to the subjects that traditional art would choose.

There are many beautiful girls dancing on the sketches.

Some of them danced in ruffled idol costumes; some were blushing in swimsuits; others were more revealing, revealing their delicate faces.

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

It is said that these things are enough to attract people's attention, but compared with the works that occupy the center of the preparation room and stand on the easel, they are a bit insignificant.

Drawn 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 wrapping around her body, showing beauty and pain... No, maybe it was a happy expression.

It 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 couldn't help narrowing his eyes, and read out the signature in the lower right corner of the canvas. Although the handwriting was scribbled, it was enough to identify the author's signature.

"Eri Kashiwagi."

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

Different from the sketches scattered on the ground, 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.

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?!"

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