The mechanical pencil poked at the notebook, and occasionally rotated around the fingertips.
The last class in the afternoon was Teacher Matsumoto's math class. Even so, it could not stop all kinds of eyes from secretly prying.
This situation reached its peak when Kato Yusuke was called up to answer a question. His eyesight turned from dark to bright, and he was observed openly and openly.
It was due to his curiosity about something new, which made him feel a little irritable.
Fortunately, since Sayu took over the housework, he has had quite a lot of time to study, not to mention that even part-time work has been temporarily suspended, so he really has nothing to miss in terms of homework.
After answering a slightly over-the-top math question, Matsumoto pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked him to sit down with an expressionless expression.
Is this dissatisfaction with him? Or is it simply a response to his distracted behavior in class last month?
I simply let my thoughts wander, leaving only the minimum amount of attention in class so as to ignore the scorching eyes of the boys and girls, and persisted until the end of get out of class.
Ding ding dong dong~~
The school bell rang on time.
When the teacher announced "get out of class is over", I packed my things as quickly as possible, picked up my shoulder bag and walked out of the classroom quickly.
He vaguely heard words such as "Wait a minute", "Photo", "Slow down a step" coming from behind him, including his own name, and the corner of Kato Yusuke's mouth curled up.
A group of adolescent pig-headed boys and girls.
Because there is a school rule of "no running in the corridors", I walked through the school grounds in a foot race 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 light of the clear sun, the elegant heroine in archery uniform was sitting there on her knees, seemingly practicing with her eyes closed.
Hearing the footsteps, the other party slowly opened his eyes, then smiled and nodded.
"Good afternoon, Kato-kun." Ryoko Nakano raised her palm and pointed diagonally at 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 party's signal, but after thinking about it, he felt it was inappropriate, so he also changed to a kneeling position.
"About Zuomi..."
"I'm really sorry." Nakano Ryoko put her hands on the ground and leaned down slightly, "It's all due to my improper management that has caused you trouble. If there is anything I can do to make up for it, please let me know.
"
Actions, etiquette, and words are all the style of everyone.
She not only has the virtuous and virtuous nature of traditional women, but also has the decisiveness to be able to stand alone.
It was like a spring breeze to get along with her, and my mood calmed down unconsciously.
In this dojo filled with sandalwood and Zen spirit, Kato Yusuke slowly spoke.
"Senior, there is no need for this. I have already accepted Zuomei's apology, and there is no need for anything else."
He considered his words carefully and said: "It can be seen that all the senior members admire you, so there is no need to punish the child for this matter. This is also my personal wish."
"You are so gentle, Kato-kun." Nakano Ryoko sat up and looked a little strange, "But the "child" you mentioned is actually a second grader."
Hearing this, Kato Yusuke nodded noncommittally, and then stood up from the ground.
"Then I'll go first, Nakano-senpai." After saying goodbye to Ryoko Nakano, he left the Kyudo Club, then returned to the school building and came to the art classroom on the west side of the third floor.
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"excuse me."
After a few symbolic knocks on the door, Kato Yusuke opened the door and walked in.
The easels, sculptures, still life ornaments, everything is the same as yesterday, but inexplicably there is no one inside.
"Speaking of which, there are no people who applied to join the club today?" He murmured, his eyes subconsciously turned to the room by the window, his eyes brightening slightly.
This may just be an opportunity.
Before the thought comes to mind, the body has already taken action.
He stepped forward to the door with the sign "Second Art Preparation Room", raised his hand, grasped the door handle, and turned it gently.
With a click, the door was opened.
There was also no one inside. More appropriately, it should be that for some reason, the user of this studio temporarily left the place.
The evidence lies in the chaos in the preparation room.
It is not difficult to see that the owner of the room had been painting until the last moment and planned to come back to continue working.
"It doesn't look like a girl's room."
This was Kato Yusuke's first impression of this place, and then his eyes were attracted by more important things.
A mountain of sketches were scattered on the ground, each one filled with dense marks and information.
Even if it is just an essay, the quality of the sketches cannot be underestimated. The title of "the trump card of the art club" is well deserved.
It's just that the things on the paper obviously don't belong to the subjects that traditional art would choose.
Dancing on each sketch are many beautiful girls.
Some of them danced in ruffled idol costumes; some wore swimsuits with blushing faces; and some wore more revealing clothes, showing off their pretty faces.
It's like two-dimensional beautiful girls have been crammed into the whole room, creating a sense of impact that sweeps the world.
Ordinarily, these things are enough to attract people's attention, but compared with the work standing on the easel that occupies the center of the preparation room, it is a bit insignificant.
Depicted with rich colors, it is a beautiful girl with outstanding appearance.
The colorful colors blend into 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 wrapped around her body, showing a beautiful but painful expression... No, maybe it was a happy expression.
Sensational yet subtly erotic, this kind of work should never appear in school, let alone in a high school art exhibition.
"egoistic-lily...?"
Kato Yusuke couldn't help but squint his eyes and read out the words located in the lower right corner of the canvas. Although the handwriting was scrawled, it was enough to identify the author's signature.
"Eri Kashiwagi."
In addition to this work, there is another painting in the room that is equally eye-catching.
Different from the sketches scattered on the floor, this work, which is completely different from the painting style of the owner of the room, is properly placed on the cabinet. It is the work that Kato Yusuke handed over for yesterday's assessment.
"Is this the secret of the art department..." he murmured.
At this moment, the door to the preparation room was opened again.
"——!"
A nervous and panicked girl's voice sounded from behind him.