People Start Clocking in Tokyo

"It is said that everyone who has seen Eiichi Shiina's works will have a similar resonance. That is to say, his works can arouse emotions to a large extent, so that the viewer will have an immersive experience. Feeling." Chihiro paused and looked at Aoba in front of him.

"I haven't seen Eiichi Shiina's paintings with my own eyes. So when I saw your work by Aoba, although there was speculation, I couldn't be sure, because that kind of realm is definitely not achieved by hard work. That’s why I was so surprised after hearing the words of true white.”

Chihiro rubbed his aching head, Aoba is really beyond the scope of his comprehension. In other words, should I just ask my sister to take him to verify his DNA and see if he is wrong with God’s family. Child.

　　 "Well, although I understand what Chihiro Sister means, painting is just an interest for me, and I don't plan to make any achievements with it, so please don't care."

　　 Qingye spreads out his hands, what else can he say, just to help Zhenbai give a demonstration, it has caused so many troubles, after all, compared with other rewards in the system, painting is really just a reward skill.

　　 "You really dare to say that, if you let those in the art world hear this goal, even those artists who are still unavailable in pursuit of this goal, it may be directly **** off."

Chihiro shook his head. He really didn't understand how Aoba did such an exaggerated thing when he was only 16 years old, with unmatched academic ability, praised cooking skills, and this impressive drawing talent. But he happened to have such a thin mind.

If it is another person of the same age as Aoba, even if he can only do one of the things Aoba showed, he would probably be eager to wait for everyone in the world to know himself, enjoy the envious gaze, and be better than others. Both fame and fortune.

　　 But Aoba, but he only went to school step by step, clocked in and went home from school, and also had to work part-time, earning a meager living allowance, but didn't have any idea of ​​becoming famous, just lived every day monotonously.

This made Chihiro really puzzled how her sister was educated. If it was not for the right time, she guessed that Aoba would not show her talents at all. This is not like a normal teenager at all, but It's more like a...like a monk who looks down on the world.

"At present, I just want to finish high school well. As for other things, I will talk about it later." Aoba shook his head. He knew that Chihiro sister felt sorry for his choice, but for Aoba, it was just It's just a reward for punching in.

　　 What he pursues, what he hopes for is that different life experience, absolutely not limited to this, or not limited to this world.

　　 "Aoba, teach me how to draw." Zhenbai looked at Aoba with expectant eyes

　　 In fact, in her choice of Aoba, she has a similar idea to her cousin Chihiro. Perhaps compared to her current self, Aoba's paintings may be liked by more people.

　　 Zhenbai suddenly remembered that turning point, the child he met in the exhibition.

　　 If I hadn’t been curious about the comics in his hands at the time, maybe I would still stay in the UK now, and I might be able to take that step like Aoba, but if I hadn’t come to Japan, I wouldn’t be able to meet Aoba.

　　 There was a contradiction in the true white heart, what should I do.

　　 At this moment, Aoba's figure became extremely tall in True White's line of sight, just like a giant. Looking at his appearance, Zhenbai's soul, who had been in silence since birth, jumped fiercely. Various complex emotions began to appear in her eyes.

　　 After a while, she regained her peace. She suddenly understood why Aoba would confidently say that he is colored and he will dye the world with his own color when he first met with herself.

　　 Grandpa, it seems that you are wrong. True White is not a special one.

"Forget it, how you choose is your decision. Even if you have an opinion, it should be your sister and brother-in-law. I'm already a little tired. I plan to go to the lounge for a while. Pay attention to yourself. Don't be late for class in the afternoon. ." Chihiro looked at Jinshiro and Misaki who were around Aoba and shook his head, hoping that no teacher would come to complain about how many people did not attend class in the afternoon.

　　 "Okay, Chihiro sister." Aoba nodded.

　　 "Yeah." Misaki Uikusaki.

　　 "..." Shiina's eyes were all on Aoba.

　　 "What about you, Luchan, do you want to leave too?" Chihiro reluctantly didn't want to control the three people, turned her head and glanced at Kaheru who was next to her and said.

　　 "Well, I...I don't know how to paint, so it's useless to stay." Kahalu looked at the three people gathered there with complicated expressions.

　　 Chihiro watched Kahiri for a while, and finally didn't say anything. It is normal for Kahiri to produce pressure. Just being really white and Misaki is enough to make people desperate. As for the guy Aoba, Chihiro understood now that he was not a human at all, he was a real monster.

　　 "Let's go, do you want to go to the teacher's lounge, there are a lot of snacks, and a lot of books." Chihiro said with a smile at Ha Haori.

　　 "Well, thank you, Chihiro sister." Kahiri nodded.

　　 "Call a teacher at school." Chihiro patted Heiryu's head.

As the door of the art room was closed, the discussion of the three people in the room was also cut off by the door. Ha Ha Ryu looked at the quiet corridor, then glanced back at the door of the art room, as if they were two worlds. In the end, Just smiled, and left here in the footsteps of sister Chihiro.

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　　 "Miss, this is the information investigated just now."

In a quiet conference room on campus, a girl wearing the uniform of the high school affiliated to the Shuming University of the Arts, with an armband on her left arm, respectfully handed a copy of the information in her hand to the person sitting behind the desk Girl, as the girl raised her hand, she saw two words clearly written on the armband, [Feng Ji].

"Aoba Asama, male sex...Isn't this nonsense? Who wrote the information? Freshmen of the high school affiliated to Suimei University of the Arts in the first grade of general subjects. Entrance scores........ Entrance score.........eh? Full?"

　　 The girl called Miss lifted her head from the document, and the sun shone on her face through the window. It was Rinka Miyano, the girl who stopped Asama Aoba and Kuki Mihime at the school gate in the morning. At this moment, she looked at the girl who handed her information in front of her with a weird look.

"Rikako, the metamorphosis with the rumors and scores, is he? Is that true?" Miyano Rinka rubbed her eyes vigorously with her hands and turned to her hands with an unbelievable look. Look at the information.

"Miss, this is true. I have confirmed it repeatedly. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com even directly used the authority of our Department of Discipline and Discipline to retrieve Asama Aoba’s examination monitoring and test papers at the time, and re-determined his admission. The exam results are indeed full." Yucheng Rikako looked at the lady who did not trust her with aggrieved expression.

"This...I don't believe you, but this..." Miyano Rinka faced the aggrieved Yucheng Rikako with an embarrassed expression, and looked at this since childhood with embarrassment. Playmates who grew up with her.

"This guy... is still a genius?" Rinka Miyano leaned heavily on the back of the chair, and after considering the possibility of falsifying his grades for a while, she shook her head directly. The water here is high, cheating is simply impossible, and the school must have confirmed it repeatedly.

"Because of my aunt Chihiro Chihiro, I currently live in Sakura Village, the affiliated dormitory of the High School Affiliated to Suimei University of the Arts. Oh! That's the super shabby room with super bad reviews. I live in a place with a bunch of weird people." Miyano Rin Flower nodded.

"A few days ago, I applied for a chef at a family restaurant. The first day of working, the order of the back chef exceeded the standard. Among them, the black pepper fillet and other dishes made by Asama Aoba were sold directly due to insufficient raw material preparation. Light, the reason is that customers keep repeating additional orders............Huh?"

Rinka Miyano blinked her eyes in confusion, looked up at the Tamaki Rikako in front of her, rubbed her eyes again, thought for a moment, took out her mobile phone from the drawer, and clicked Opened the calendar app.

　　 A few seconds later, Rinka Miyano put down the phone and moved her gaze to the document in her hand again.........began in a daze.

　　 "Uh, Rikako............"