Reborn In Tokyo And Picked Sayu Who Escaped From Home

adjudicated

Talent is like a natural barrier, cruel and realistic, and it will mercilessly destroy the hope in people's hearts.

To the end, the three boys also failed the judgment, but they did not say anything more and left the art room with hearts full of grief.

At that time, it did not matter what the initial goal of joining the art club was.

After realizing the reality, some people might continue to persist, hoping to stand at the same height as the other party someday, but more would choose to give up, but this has nothing to do with Kato Yusuke.

to him.

Art or painting.

He was neither liked nor hated, and was more of a feeling of indifference.

Even if he drew a work that dazzled others, it would not give him a sense of accomplishment. After all, he was just a con man.

pride, contentment, joy.

These emotions could not be reflected in him, and Kato Yusuke's eyes had been focused on more important matters.

After submitting the completed application form to the braided girl, she received the system prompt as usual.

"Duty done: [Hope Nakamura-senseiSecond Shot! (1/1)]."

"Description of duty: Please join any club in this school within three days and get excellent ratings."

"Task reward: 2000 points."

"A follow-up mission - [There's a big problem with this art club] has been opened, please check for yourself."

After a while, the system went back to silence.

"Welcome to the art club, Kato-kun."

"Thank you." Kato Yusuke slightly nodded and asked his braid, "Toyama-san, I want to ask you something about the Second Art Preparation Room..."

The door of the art department suddenly opened.

"It's over, it's over." - The one who entered while saying those words was the glasses girl who had guarded the door earlier.

"Hishida's sister." Toyama Harumi bowed slightly, "You've worked hard."

"It's nothing... eh?" The glasses girl's eyes turned to Kato Yusuke, she couldn't hold back her forehead, and said politely, "What are you still doing here, the assessment is done, right?"

"Uh... Hishida-senpai, actually, Kato-san already..."

"Toyama-san." Kato Yusuke cut him off, "If I don't have any business, I'll go first."

"Huh? But don't you just want to ask me something?"

"Let's wait for next time, don't bother today."

looking deeply into the room by the window, and without waiting for Toyama Harumi's reply, with the thought of "no chance to throw it away again", Kato Yusuke turned around and left the art room.

Wait for him to leave.

"The guy joined the art club—!?"

The third-grade girl named Hishida clapped her hands at the table loudly, "Didn't everyone agree not to let the boys in? For this reason, the difficulty of appraisal has increased specifically, so what is this now, Harumi! "

"Calm down, Hishida-senpai." Toyama Harumi said with a wry smile, "There's nothing I can do, after all, Kato-san passed the exam perfectly."

"Aha!?"

"It's up to Senpai to see it for yourself."

Hearing what the junior said, Ling Tian raised an eyebrow and said with a sneer: "I want to see what kind of work he can draw."

following Toyama Harumi to the horses, so he saw the beautiful masterpiece was like a dream.

The tangle of light and shadow, colorful and colorful, apart from the heroic appearance on the battlefield with an indescribable sense of holiness.

The room suddenly became quiet.

I don't know how long it's been…

As the doors of the art department opened again, a petite girl pulled the door and entered.

Snow-white skin like porcelain, delicate features, and a pair of clear eyes that were as bright and moving as sapphire.

The delicate, craft-like blonde hair was tied a ponytail on either side of her head, and a black headband was tied on it, shining brightly in the setting sun.

The sailor suit was blue and white, the fluttering skirt swayed gently with the girl's footsteps, the black stockings along the thigh wrapped up a pair of jade legs, the, and the greasy white clothes under absolute nature exuded a saying.

"Good night, Toyama-san, Hishida-san."

The girl walked back and forth, and the expression on her face as well as the smile on her lips were very elegant.

"Ah, Sawamura-san~" Harumi Toyama, classmate and art club member, directly replied: "Good night~!"

After he reminded her, as if he had just reacted, Toyama Harumi tapped his right hand on his left palm.

"Sawamura-san, come and take a look, there is an incredible newcomer here today!"

A beginner?

Eriri nodded solemnly and lightly, using the body of Toyama Harumi who gave up, work came into view.

"This is…"

he muttered and could not help but step forward.

The eyes are focused on the image like an interested magnet. This unconventional art style has an incredible familiarity, which belongs to an unknown area of the other world.

However, this painting style did not seem to be a writer in the circle he was familiar with.

His gaze swept over from above an inch by inch, and finally stopped at the lower left corner of the colored paper, where there was a series of small black characters.

"Altria Pendragon?"

After reciting the series of words, Ying Riri could not help but frown a little and whisper to herself.

"What a strange name..."

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other side.

Arriving at the station near home by train, Yusuke Kato did not choose to go straight home, but instead took a detour to the fruit shop and bought a large green watermelon.

It costs 3,500 yen, and its production site is Chiba Prefecture.

ummm…

"The story to be told between Chiba Prefecture and Tokyo" came to my mind in an instant, and maybe it's the complicated psychology of Chiba Prefecture who wants to be Tokyo and look down on Tokyo at the same time.

If you enter your hometown, Saitama Prefecture, there will probably be a deep palace drama among the three.

Holding this dull thought, Kato Yusuke happily checked and paid, carrying a one-shoulder school bag on his shoulder and a plastic bag in his hand, walking towards the house at a slow pace.

down the road

The phone in his pocket rang, and after the call was connected, Uncle Tanaka's voice came from the phone's handle.

"Have you got time lately, Kato?"

“Good day, Mr. Tanaka.” Kato Yusuke asked then asked: Is something wrong? "

There was a brief silence, as if hesitating to speak.

"President Fangcun wants to see you."

"See me? Why?"

"It's about the last time ..."

Kato Yusuke understood in a split second.

"Okay, what time is it?"

Hearing his agreement, the other party heaved a sigh of relief, and his tone became even more relaxed.

"I'll confirm a specific time and contact you first."

"it's good."

"That's it, and.thank you."

"Mr Tanaka, you don't have to be so polite." Kato Yusuke said with a smile, "I should be the one to thank you. If it wasn't for something so hard to resist, you probably wouldn't have called me."

"So if there's anything I can help you with, don't hesitate to contact me."

There was another silence, and then it sounded******* from the phone handle.

"…deported!"

Uncle Tanaka's voice became high.

"You can borrow as much of my precious collection as you want, Kato-"

beeping..beeping...beeping...

Before the other party offered more tempting conditions, Kato Yusuke firmly hung up.

"What do you say to someone without multimedia and a laptop ..."

Boys under the sunset whispering BB.