4:15 p.m., school day.

In the Animal Research Department, the three of them sat at the birch table by the window, and each other had a cup of fragrant black tea in front of them.

Izumi Kurose held a finger drawing tablet in his hand and exclaimed, "This is what you painted, it's really amazing." ”

On the drawing board, there is a delicate and beautiful painting style, whether it is line or color, it can be called a perfect portrait.

This is a recent drawing by Inari Yuki, and according to her, this is a character from a novel that she likes.

"No, no, it's not very powerful!" Inari Yuki smiled embarrassedly, and her tone couldn't hide her happiness.

Izumi Kurose put down the finger drawing board, looked up at Inari Yuki, who was happy, and said with a smile, "It's really good, I didn't mean to praise you." ”

After saying this, he paused, and changed the conversation: "But if we want to make a galgame, the illustrations and the like may have to be handed over to you alone, okay?" ”

You know, even if it's a short one-line gal game, there should be about a dozen character CGs alone!

This still doesn't include the fine-tuning data of the basic scenes, character portraits, and facial expressions.

If you count it, it is not a small amount of work, and it is a test of the artist's skills.

After all, this is original, and it requires conceiving, drawing a basemap, and constantly trying.

"No problem!"

Inari Yuki got up from her chair, straightened her slightly barren breasts, and patted her hard.

"It's okay, about making a galgame, just take your time, don't rush."

Shiraishi Chiren said as she flicked her finger over the command board and looked at Inari Yuki's other works.

No matter how you look at it, the level is very high, and it can be said that I am fully qualified for the job of an artist!

It wasn't in vain that she had previously investigated whether there were anyone in the school who could draw.

And the process of pulling Inari to join the animal research was also very simple.

Take the poster to the bulletin board of the first grade, and after creating a chance encounter with Inari Yuki, he invited her.

She has a timid and introverted personality, so Shiraishi Chiren just needs to patiently invite her and say something like she is needed.

As for Inari Yuki, she wondered why she knew she could draw......

There are many reasons, such as others told her, she went to investigate, and learned about it.

When Inari Xue was in art class, she showed extraordinary painting skills, and she had been to the art department before.

But the art department of Mingsheng University is very strange, there is only one person, and that person does not recruit members from the outside world, even if it is a skilled person like Inari Xue.

Shiraishi Qianren knows all about this - it took half a day to investigate.

If she wants to know something, she just needs to look it up with a snack, and she will be able to know!

"Hey, okay. I will definitely try my best to draw a painting that satisfies my predecessors! Inari smiled and sat down again.

Because she was relatively short and in a state of excitement, she wore white over-the-knee socks under her pleated skirt and legs, leaving the ground and swaying.

"Huh?"

Izumi Kurose, who felt the table vibrating, looked down at the table and saw that it was Inari Yuki kicking, so he fell silent.

And Shiraishi Qianlian didn't care, just lifted the ear of the teacup, took a sip of black tea, and said softly: "Then let's work together." ”

"Well, let's do it together!"

The other two nodded together, their hearts full of hope for the future.

Because the laptop will have to be obtained tomorrow, the three of them spent a leisure time drinking tea and reading books.

At half past five, when the sky turned to a gentle twilight, the club activities came to an end.

After changing into indoor shoes, Shiraishi asked, "Do you want to follow the head of the basketball department?" ”

"Forget it, let Zhenwu solve it for the time being, let's not interfere too much."

Izumi Kurose felt that Matake Hirasawa should also want to capture the evidence himself, so that he could firmly believe that Tetsu Kurosaki also had a problem, and he would also think about snatching Tsuda Yoshi.

And Izumi Kurose just needs to wait quietly for his good news.

If it gets to the point where he has to help, it's not too late for him to help.

"Alright, let's go home."

"Well, I'm home."

In this way, the two left the school and walked towards home as if they were walking in the twilight of the sky.

Izumi Kurose always enjoyed going to and from school - because it was with Chiren Shiraishi.

Every time I walk side by side, the hand placed under me, and occasionally rub the back of the other's hand, the throbbing feeling in my heart is indescribable.

Halfway through, the two of them were far away from the school, and the people around them also changed from wearing the uniforms of Mingsheng High School to private clothes and other schools.

And after a certain touch between the back of his hands, the throbbing and itching in Izumi's heart have also reached their peak.

He looked ahead, pretended to be calm, and reached out his hand gently, gently grasping Shiraishi Qianren's slightly cold, soft and boneless little hand.

Because he confirmed that the other party liked him, he was able to take this step bravely.

As for Izumi Kurose's behavior, Shiraishi Chiren was indifferent and accepted it very calmly.

Holding hands, they walked through Omotesando in Shinjuku, and also walked through the busy traffic and people on the streets.

The traffic lights on the road change numbers minute by minute.

On the sidewalk, there were people waiting with them.

The green light turned on, and Izumi Kurose smiled slightly, taking Shiraishi Chiren's hand and stepping on the zebra crossing.

The hustle and bustle along the way, the noise of vehicles, and the classical music playing on street corners had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, in his world, there is only the one he is holding in his hand, and he has a thousand delicate girls in his heart.

When I came to Shinjuku Station and took the train back, my hands were still not separated.

Entering the carriage and finding a row of empty seats to sit down, Shiraishi Chiren leaned her head on Izumi Kurose's shoulder as if she was tired.

Strands of her naturally falling hair spread over Izumi Kurose's shoulders, allowing him to smell the same shampoo as he himself as soon as he breathed.

'I hope time can freeze in this moment, because she is so beautiful......

Kurose Izumi turned his head slightly, looked at Shiraishi Chiren who showed half of his face, and prayed in his heart.

But time is a strange thing, when you think it's slow, it's fast, and when you think it's fast, it's slow.

The drive from Shinjuku to Chiyoda is eight minutes.

But in Izumi's heart, these eight minutes are like a minute, so short that it makes people reluctant to give up and have an endless aftertaste.

However, no matter how short it is, it doesn't matter.

Because they still have countless eight minutes left, holding hands and relying on them like this will not be the last.

As long as you look forward to tomorrow with hope and happiness, the next day will be like the most dazzling jewel, shining and precious.

When the tram arrived, the two got off the train hand in hand and returned to the home that belonged to the two of them.

Opening the door, the two looked at each other tacitly, and then said to each other with a smile:

"I'm back."