After Moli finished painting, Daisuke also adjusted the paint. Moli wanted to stand away, after all, she was not good at color painting, "That, don't you try coloring?" Daisuke looked at Moli strangely with the mixed paint in his hand, as if it was strange that she wasn't coloring.

"I'm not good at coloring." Moli politely refused, you can't try things that you can't do well, yes, you can't try .... Otherwise, you'll be laughed at, like.... It was the same at that time.

Daisuke saw that she was a little depressed again. I had to invite her to help. "That.... I'm a little busy on so much that I can't win. Come and help? Daisuke said in a tone with a request. Mo Li was stunned for a moment, didn't she say that she was not good at it.... However, seeing the feeling of request in Ono's eyes, do you..... It's really hard to refuse.....

"I can't help you." But compared to that look, she didn't want to be ridiculed anymore.

Daisuke didn't listen to her, "Guizhi-san, you can learn anything if you don't know it, or I'll teach you, this blackboard newspaper wants us to complete it together, if the coloring doesn't have you, then it's not called a joint completion." Daisuke gently persuaded, and Mo Li was a little entangled.

Daisuke saw that she hadn't moved yet, so he simply walked over and put the paintbrush in her hand, "Come on, together." ”

There's no way around it. Moli could only color with him, and the two were very close, and Daisuke painted a little above her hand, and said as she spoke.

"It's a little shallow here. I'm on dark, you're on the side of this table. ”

Although Mo Li complied, she was a little nervous, and the two were a little close. She doesn't mind, but I've heard that Japanese people don't like to be too close to people they don't know well.

She was thinking a little far, and Daisuke was very serious about coloring. Inadvertently glanced at Takashi in front of him. She put on the light color of the table. I want to put on another one, but I don't want to put it on a light color. Moli's pen is very fast, and Daisuke can only reflexively grab the slender little hand, "Wait a minute, that can't be light-colored." ”

"Ahh I was stunned for a moment....

"That.... You—" Mo Li looked at him and didn't know what to say; You're still holding my hand? Sorry, can you let go? .... All of a sudden, several things popped up in Moli's mind to remind Daisuke that he was still holding his hand.

"It's light brown here." Daisuke didn't wait for her to remind him, and let go after speaking. He walked away again and painted his own. Mo Li was relieved to see that he didn't care. It's as if nothing happened to the two of them.

It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening, because I told the teacher in advance. So the two of them were not in a hurry, and the painting was done. The two of them looked at the painting for a while, it was good, but I didn't expect Moli to paint very well, he was worried about it in vain. Daisuke smiled helplessly.

"I'm done, let's go home." Daisuke said to Moli, "Hmm. Mo Li didn't express her happiness. Grab your bag and pack up the tools under the blackboard. Walk out of the classroom and be quiet. The hallway was also dark, so it was getting late. The two of them also had some paint on them, but they were okay. I want to go home and wash up.

"That..... Go back by yourself! Daisuke saw that she was taking care of herself and left, and said with some surprise, "Eh, isn't it okay?" Of course, I'll go back by myself. Mo Li didn't think it was strange, but Daisuke thought that it would definitely not be all for a girl to go home alone so late. Let's send her anyway

"I'll send you back, so I can help you with anything." Daisuke said kindly. "Eh, don't bother." Moli didn't want to trouble others. But Daisuke was originally thinking about others, and he was quite persistent in this kind of thing.

"It's not good for a girl to go back too late. When something happens to you, I'll feel guilty. Daisuke insisted.

"That's... Well, thank you a lot. Mo Li couldn't help him, so he could only let him send it, so I was a little embarrassed to trouble my classmates so much.

The two walked side by side on the slightly noisy street, and Daisuke was very considerate to let her walk inside. But because it was embarrassing not to speak.

"That." The two spoke in unison.

"Uh.... Let's start with that. The two said at the same time.

"Well, okay, I'll start with that." Daisuke still said first, "Takashi-san, if you don't understand anything at school, or if you have any trouble, you can come to me." I'm the class president, so I want to help my classmates. "That's what Daisuke said.

"Well, I'm going to have to take care of it in the future. However, I feel that Ono-san is really gentle and kind. Moli praised him, but Daisuke Ono smiled happily when he heard this, it turned out that he was very gentle in her eyes.

"Although you are quite quiet sometimes, I still see your serious side today. I don't know if the blackboard newspaper can pass this time. Daisuke began to make small talk. Mo Li was also very cooperative, did not interject, and picked it up after he finished speaking. The two chatted until they reached the corner of the street.

"Well, thank you. My house has arrived. Mo Li turned sideways. Daisuke also turned around and looked at her in a trance, has it arrived?

"Then I'll send it here, you go back quickly, I'll watch you enter the house." Daisuke said softly, with serenity in his eyes. Mo Li smiled at him.

"Bye-bye and good night." After saying that, he left.

Small steps slowly walked under the street lamp. Daisuke stood at the corner of the street, looking at her quietly, with a warmth in his eyes that he didn't know about.

Seeing that the light that belonged to her house was lit, Daisuke turned around and left. Maybe she's lonely.

Daisuke walked on the way home, absentmindedly thinking, she was so good at drawing. Obviously, the color is good, but her cautious eyes really make him uncomfortable, why is she not confident. But when I think of those serious eyes, it's really ..... Heartbeat that can't be spoken.