In the afternoon, the studio of Kita-Gijuku.

This time, Higashino Tsukasa did not skip the activities of the department.

He just entered the art department the day before yesterday, and immediately after that, he started to work, and it was a bit inappropriate to think about it.

And it's only two or three weeks before the work is handed in, so there is not enough time.

He packed all the tools he had brought to school into two large bags and went straight into the studio.

He didn't walk loudly, but the exaggerated appearance of holding two big bags made the other girls in the studio who were still painting couldn't help but look sideways.

What is this for? How did you come in with two bags that big?

He didn't care what these girls thought, he just sat next to Konoe Lianghua and put things on the ground.

There was not much movement, but it scared Konoe Lianghua all the time.

Higashino nodded to her with some amusement, and then took out four sticks of wood from the bag.

Click, click, click...

Raising his hand to assemble the frame directly, Higashino then took out a roll of linen canvas from his bag, took out the nail bolt machine that stretched the canvas, and pinned the canvas clockwise to the frame to taut it.

This made the high school girls next to them can't help but glance at each other.

What is this doing? How do you paint an oil portrait of carpentry?

Konoe Ryoka was also confused next to him, and couldn't help but ask him in a low voice, "What are you doing?" ”

"Stretch the canvas, you come over and hold it here." Higashino Tsukasa was not polite at all, and directly aroused Konoe Lianghua.

"Ahh Oh..."Konoe Ryoka nodded obediently, stretched out her small white hand to press the other side of the canvas, and looked at Higashino Tsukasa curiously with a pair of big watery eyes.

At the same time, the little girls next to them who were pretending to draw also probed their brains here.

Big eyes sparkled as he looked at Tsukasa Higashino.

This guy is so good-looking... But why carpentry?

After all, they are only high school students, and they don't have the requirements of college, so they usually use the kind of picture frames sold in the market, where have they specially nailed the picture frame and stretched the canvas?

The paintings they draw are just rigid and rigid copying, and they don't have any ideas of their own.

In fact, oil painting is basically done with linen canvas, and then the canvas is nailed to the boxy frame with a nail gun, which is called stretching canvas.

In the same way, the canvas should not be too tight, not too loose and baggy, too tight, the wooden frame is easy to deform, too loose, and it will feel very strange when painting.

He knows all this.

Higashino's technique is very skillful, crisp and neat, and in five or six minutes, the frame is assembled, and the canvas is taut and unedged.

But even so, Higashino Tsukasa was not particularly satisfied, he turned to look at Konoe Ryoka, and said to her simply:

"It's too clumsy, Lianghua-san. Being cautious is sometimes a good thing, but you shouldn't be too careful. Be confident when doing things. ”

"You know what? For example, if you paint gouache, some parts are very simple, but if you hesitate before and after, it is easy to draw badly. ”

Higashino didn't want to fall into Konoe Ryoka like this, but her careful movements were taboo in art.

Art students, not afraid of bad painting, not afraid of bad painting, big deal to remedy or repaint afterwards.

But if you're afraid of even putting pen to paper, then don't be an art student, it's really not suitable.

"Oh..."

Konoe Ryoka could only head down and nod, her mouth pursed, not daring to refute or say anything.

Tsukasa Higashino didn't care about her, and was going to brush the canvas that had been bottomed with white glue, this step was mainly to fill in the linen canvas with many small holes, and to fill the small gaps between these fabrics with white glue to prevent oil leakage.

As soon as he raised his hand, he heard someone next to him say hello.

"Is it Higashino-san, please?"

"Hmm. I'm Tsukasa Higashino. ”

As soon as Higashino looked up, he saw a girl with half-length hair.

The other party has a round face and looks very cute.

Tsukasa Higashino could see at a glance that this was the Fukushima-senpai that Ryoka Konoe had deliberately mentioned before.

After all, the day before yesterday, she was surrounded by a lot of little girls, and her painting level is really good, and she can be said to be a top student in the middle of high school students, so Higashino Tsukasa is still a little impressed.

Just why find yourself?

Higashino Tsukasa wondered in his heart, he didn't remember what he had to do with this girl.

"Did you draw this sketch?"

Before Higashino could speak, Madoka Fukushima over there had already handed over a sketch and looked at him.

Sketch?

Higashino Tsukasa stuck his head over to take a look, nodded and said, "I drew it."

What the other party handed over was a sketch of Konoe Lianghua.,Higashino Tsukasa is not particularly satisfied with the drawing.,It's the kind of goods that want to be thrown into the trash.。

At this time, seeing that the other party brought this black history, Higashino Tsukasa thought that this little girl was going to teach herself to draw, so he smiled and asked:

"Is Fukushima-senpai anything to advise?"

"Ahh No, not at all! ”

Seeing Higashino Tsukasa smiling, Fukushima Madoka was like a boy smiling at a beautiful woman smiling at himself, her face turned red as soon as she brushed it, she held the sketch and whispered:

"I just think that if such a great work is lost by those of us who are watching... Higashino-san, you're probably in a hurry, right? So I'll give it back to you. ”

"Huh? Sister, are you kidding again? Is this a good painting? ”

Higashino looked a little surprised, but quickly smiled and waved his hand.

This painting is the black history he painted, and he made a lot of small mistakes when he painted it, if this can be considered good, then which of the things he painted in his previous life can't go to heaven?

"Huh? Isn't this painting good? Madoka Fukushima opened her mouth.

"Of course not." Higashino waved his hand and responded with a smile.

Although he said so, Madoka Fukushima next to him didn't think so.

You must know that this painting has even been carefully praised by Ryoko Okano for a long time, how can it be bad?

Fukushima Madoka thinks it's probably because Tsukasa Higashino doesn't want to dampen their enthusiasm for painting, so he said so.

What a nice guy... Good people and humble.

Madoka Fukushima was somewhat moved by Tsukasa Higashino.

"If you don't mind, I'll give this painting to you, Sister Fukushima."

Tsukasa Higashino said with a smile as he brushed the canvas with white glue and returned the painting.

"That's embarrassing... Such a beautiful sketch..."Madoka Fukushima was embarrassed to take it.

This kind of high-quality sketching, I guess Higashino Tsukasa has to draw seriously, right?

And it's just when the inspiration is blowing.

"No matter how beautiful the sketch is, it's not as good as Fukushima's senpai." Higashino Sile blocked a sentence: "And Lianghua-san, next to me, with such a good-looking model as her here, it is not difficult to draw it again." ”

Yes...

Ryoka Konoe, who thought she had nothing to do with herself, retracted and painted gouache.

Then she heard the words spoken by Tsukasa Higashino, and she opened her mouth with an incredulous look.

Why did Tsukasa Higashino mention himself again?

"It's... All right. Then I'll take it. ”

Under the repeated emphasis of Tsukasa Higashino, Madoka Fukushima finally nodded and accepted the sketch.

She had apparently ignored the meaning of the phrase 'for you' in Higashino's words.

But Higashino didn't care.

It's just a sketch of black history, is it possible that it can be sold for a lot of money?

If you take it, you will accept it.

He turned his head and continued to concentrate on painting the canvas white, and after a while, Madoka Fukushima spoke again.

"Can I sit next to you? Higashino-san? ”