"I was the only child in the studio at the same time. Originally, there were thirty people...... All of them were driven away by Mashiro without consciousness and emotion. Even if everyone left, Mashiro's expression still didn't change, and he didn't care at all......"

"Me"

"I can't forgive Mahaku like that, so I hope you disappear, I hope you disappear soon, so that I can help you become a manga artist, teach you how to use a computer, and even help you go through the procedures for coming to Japan. This qiē is all about hoping that you will draw boring caricatures, be criticized as worthless, and then go unwell, and when you are physically and mentally traumatized, you will know our feelings. It's just that I didn't expect you to make your debut! ”

Rita glared at Mashiro with bloodshot eyes.

Finally, it was spoken.

Looking at the ceiling, a certain black long straight pseudo-lady who saw that her neck was a little sore thought of it.

Compared to that hypocritical smile, the current expression is more suitable for her.

“…… Rita, I'm ......"

Mashiro wanted to say something, but didn't continue.

At this time, it was too empty to interject.

"If you think so, why do you want to pick her up now?"

This is a question from the bottom of his heart.

"I've said so much, and Kuta still doesn't understand?"

Rita's gaze runs through Sota. The emotional pressure from the heart was very strong, and it made Kuta feel pain all over his body. I want to look away but can't help it, and now Rita has such magic. And he also thinks that if he escapes here, he will probably never know the truth.

"Can you forgive if it's Sora? How can I forgive someone who takes away the target from someone else, who I can't get no matter how much I pray, no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I desire it? Please sue me. ”

“…… Is that the reason? ”

Sora clenched his fists unconsciously.

"Maharo has what I desire, and of course I want her to be a painter more famous than anyone else. I can at least proudly say, 'I used to learn to draw in the same studio as that Shiina Mashiro.' Otherwise, I won't even be able to figure out what I am because I don't write because I'm white. I want to identify myself as a part of the true white, and I want to identify the true white talent as having my own existence. This kind of mood, Kuta probably can't understand it......"

Of course it is impossible to understand. Because he had never had the experience of having his dream of a serious challenge crushed, and he had never clashed head-on with his true talents, he couldn't say anything to Rita.

Rita didn't look away from the beginning to the end, and faced Mashiro head-on. She always looks directly at Mashiro's talent while painting beside her. Because of this, Rita longs for Mashiro's talent even more. I wanted to catch up with her but couldn't, so I hated it deeply. But there is still no way to completely hate her, no way to completely give up her talents......

This is probably because she recognizes Mashiro's talent more than anyone else.

The depth of love, the depth of hate, probably like this.

Sota could only allow himself to be exposed to Rita's already emotionless gaze.

"Lady diner, have you finished what you want to say?"

Calmly putting away the phone in his hand, Ryunosuke looked at Rita without wavering—his expression did not change in the slightest from her sharp gaze.

"If it's over, I want to say it too."

"I'm not talking to you."

Deep black emotion swirled in Rita's eyes, glinting with hatred.

"It was an opportunity, so I said it. I hated you in the first place, and I was against letting you live in Sakuraso. ”

"Hey, Akasaka, stop talking."

Seeing that he had a tendency to add fuel to the fire, Sota hurriedly whispered.

"Kanda, don't interject. Forced to look at her listless and stupid smirk, you can understand my feelings. ”

"What kind of mood do you think I'm smiling at......"

"Who knows."

Ryunosuke tilted his head slightly, still looking indifferent.

"I've been drawing since I was sensible......"

Staring at Ryunosuke fiercely, Rita's voice was full of sadness, obviously not crying, but it felt like she was crying.

"No matter what I painted, my parents and grandfather would compliment me. I was so happy and studied hard to get better. ”

"They always told me that I would be a great painter in the future."

As if to have a showdown with Ryunosuke, Rita began to speak.

"Is that so? So what? ”

"But since Mahaku came, it began to change little by little. At first, I just thought she was a kid who could draw......"

"Rita......" Mahaku muttered quietly.

"I was going to draw together and learn from each other. But I'm the only one who thinks this way, and Mashiro doesn't think so at all, as do my parents and grandfather. They are obsessed with the talent of the true white, and everything else is completely discolored, and I am only one of them......"

"Painting is all I have, I am myself. But ...... 'forget it'...... Grandpa told me to forget it...... Because you can't win Mahaku, forget it. There's no point in drawing any longer, so forget it! It's been said that it's a child who is not needed, but I still care about Masaero, and I know it's not straightforward...... Of course I know that......"

"Say no more, Rita."

True White's face was pale and her expression was painful - her best friend had been suffering for the long time, and the cruel truth was too much for her to bear.

"I want to be a part of the true white talent, and I know it's ugly! I don't want to say it all! ”

Rita, who glared at Ryunosuke like a demon, cried, but not a single tear was shed - because the tears had long since dried up, and besides, it was not the kind of gentle pathos that could shed tears. At this time, Kuta felt that Rita's mood was desperate, and it had reached the point of no cure.

"People like you can't understand my feelings, can they? Telling me that I could become a great painter made me have a dream, and it was useless and took the dream from me without authorization! It's all really in vain! Because of the true white of the storage zài......"

In the face of Rita's passion, Kuta's heart is completely stiff and unable to think about anything. Nanami didn't say a word and let the rain hit him.

Ryunosuke, on the other hand, remained so calm that he didn't even blink his eyes, as if what he heard was just a pure and emotionless number.

There is no empathy, no pity, no sympathy, he goes his own way, he is not swayed by anyone, he is not influenced by anyone, he is still the usual Ryunosuke - in Kuta's opinion, he is like this.

"Are you finished?"

"If that's all I'm done, I'm going to start."

"Say it."

"So, for the sake of prudence, I ask you, do you have your own will in what you just said?"

“？”

Ryunosuke's voice was not loud, and his tone did not fluctuate, but Rita's body trembled because of this, and her eyes lost the sharpness they had just now, and they became extremely flustered.

"I know that you are expected by your surroundings, and I know that you have worked hard to meet expectations, but you still can't catch up with the other party. But I don't think you've got a clear idea of what you want to do. ”

"Say no more......"

Whispering, Mashiro tried to interject to protect his friend.

However, Ryunosuke did not obey her wishes and stopped.

"So, can I think that you just"

"What's the fun of analyzing others the way you do! Too bad! ”

Before she could finish speaking, Rita cried out, her voice sharp like a bird in a thorn bush.

At the same time, her right arm was raised high and struck at Ryunosuke.

"If you think"

"Smack!"

Ryunosuke's arm was raised, blocking Rita's attack, however, the phone in his hand fell to the ground due to an unsteady, and a radial crack appeared on the screen.

"Apologies to the phone."

Frowning, he said to Rita.

"Akasaka!" Kuta also frowned dissatisfiedly.

"You're the worst!"

With such a roar at Ryunosuke, Rita rushed out in the direction of the entrance, and in an instant, her back disappeared.

"You're really bad at that, Akasaka!"

"If you have time to tell me this, you'd better go after the diner girl - that's the best option for now."

As he spoke, he picked up the broken phone from the ground.

"You should go by yourself, right?"

"To catch up and fight her?"

Holding the broken phone and pressing it a few times, he nodded expressionlessly, "It seems that it can't be used, I need to go and back up the number jù inside." ”

With that, he walked towards Room 102.