Tokyo Rebirth: Start From Picking Up Sayu

The world is always full of bad tastes. For example, the more you want to find things, the more you can't find them, and the more you don't want to see people, the more you meet.

This is the current status of Hishida.

Looking at the first-year student above who was about to go downstairs, her expression first changed to disgust.

The mood that originally wanted to go to the rooftop for lunch disappeared instantly.

However, Kato Yusuke didn't react. Even when he saw her senior sister, he didn't seem to see her. He walked past without saying a word and walked downstairs.

Seeing this, Hishida's expression darkened.

"Hey, first grader." She called to the other side. Facing the suspicious gaze from the boy, Lingtian couldn't help but speak.

"You better stay away from classmate Sawamura, don't tarnish her talent."

"boring."

Kato Yusuke withdrew his gaze and raised his feet to continue going downstairs.

Maybe it was the eyes that deeply stimulated Hishida, causing her to make an extremely irrational behavior in this situation.

"It would be great if someone like you disappeared——!" Hishida said so, and threw the thing in his hand suddenly.

Swah——

The bento box that came out of his hand flew straight towards the boy's head. Judging from the strength of her throw, if she was smashed by this one blow, she would never have a good end.

"Let's lie down in the infirmary for at least a day."

With these thoughts in mind, Kato Yusuke raised his arm, his slender fingers spread slightly, and the flying bento box was caught in the tiger's mouth, and then he held it in his hand.

"In addition, this time has already been said three times, so I have to solve it." He raised his head, his eyes became a bit cold, "What do you want to do? Hishida-senpai."

Hishida, who was enveloped by an indescribable sense of oppression, could not help but take two steps back, and then said sternly, "I'm just protecting Sawamura-san..."

"Guard?" Kato Yusuke interrupted her, "Let's not talk about your violence against me, what do you mean by guard?"

"Sawamura-san is perfect, beautiful and humble...and also has talents that we don't have. You have no idea what kind of changes such a person can bring to the art world!"

Hishida's face became slightly distorted.

"So I absolutely do not allow anyone to blaspheme Sawamura's talent. This is also the consensus of everyone in the art department! Because she is destined to shine in the future of the art world!"

Kato Yusuke was silent for a while.

"talent"

This is what he has heard countless times about Eiri from other people, and this is especially evident in the art department.

After thinking about Harumi Toyama's lonely expression when talking about this, he opened his mouth and asked an irrelevant question.

"...I wanted to ask before, but the third graders who still come to the art department to participate in activities every day seem to be the only senior."

"Even if you don't take into account the senior high school students who dropped out of the club to enter school. Judging from the fact that the current club members are all first-year students, this is obviously not normal. It is because of Sawamura-san that caused this situation, right?"

"No—!" Hishida's voice became sharp, white light reflected on the lenses of his glasses, "It's not Sawamura-san's fault, it's just that they can't stay here because they are too weak!"

“People who can’t win awards, don’t get recognition, feel pressure, watch others make progress but stagnate, and those who quit the department because of such boring reasons are not eligible to stay in the art department.”

Her words changed.

"Besides, what if you don't get an award? As long as Sawamura can be in the art department... winning this kind of thing is easy. We mortals can just leave our dreams to her and realize it?!"

Sure enough... when the gap is large enough,

What used to be a dream has turned into an inferiority complex.

Just like the weeds in the flowers, everyone's eyes are attracted by the brighter things, and naturally they can't notice the weeds on the side.

If things go on like this, there will be some people who can't accept this situation and quit, and even those who stay will become the extreme character of Hishida.

She thought she was doing something beneficial to Eri, but she never considered the client's thoughts.

So Kato Yusuke raised his head and said unceremoniously to Hishida: "Forcing things that you can't do on others is really shameful and selfish."

Hearing what he said, Hishida couldn't help but glared at Kato Yusuke and said, "What do people like you understand——!?"

"I just know that everyone has their own pursuit and love of things, and there is no obligation to live for other people's expectations."

Kato Yusuke did not avoid Hishida's gaze, and said in a flat but powerful voice.

"I don't know the reason why you joined the art department, and I'm not interested in knowing. But as far as it goes, you're just a poor worm parasitizing others."

"It's ridiculous that you not only don't know it yourself, but also want others to change according to your ideal. Don't you think it's too much?"

"Stop joking--!" Lingtian denied excitedly: "We joined the art department because of our love. You have no idea how much effort everyone has put into this!"

"Then are you still working hard? If it's really for love, whether you can harvest and grow in the process should be far more important than winning an award, right?"

"……Eh?"

Hishida's expression froze on his face, and the other party's calm words were like an invisible sword, directly inserted into the bottom of his heart.

"Must be refuted!"

Obviously she thought so, her lips kept twitching, but she couldn't utter any words.

Seeing this, Yusuke Kato shook his head, put the other party's lunch box on the handrail of the stairs, and said something like this.

"You know the truth of the matter, and I don't care... But there is one thing that I hope you will keep in your heart."

"Take it as a piece of advice." He glanced at Lingtian with a cold look without the slightest emotion, "Don't mess with me again, or it won't be so easy next time, senpai."

At this moment, as if being stared at by some kind of ferocious beast, Hishida's heart palpitated, and cold sweat unconsciously flowed down his forehead.

When she finally came back to her senses, the boy had long since disappeared in the stairwell, and only the bento on the handrail was standing there, quietly witnessing this scene.

A sense of powerlessness hit her body, and she couldn't help sitting on the ground leaning against the wall. Holding his knees with both hands, he didn't say a word for a long time.

Then, Hishida took off his glasses and buried his face in his arms. Along with the sound of the flowing wind, a small whimper was mixed in, and he didn't know where he would fly.

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