The Second Life's

XVI - Love Statement

Felice pulls away from Vendry's side when she realizes he already knows where she is. The little girl moved to another teacher whose desk position was a bit close to Vendry's. Felice moves from one teacher to another so she ends up observing the paintings of all the teachers and concludes that Vendry's is still the best so far.

Anyway no matter how the results of other teachers, Vendry's will definitely be placed in the art exhibition. The reason Felice is able to make this assumption is because there is a provision that states that the works that are considered the best in the art contest will be included in the art exhibition.

It's just that it's hard to imagine that Vendry's painting was put on display. You see, it's a self-portrait of this man, and his face is also highlighted...

The shadow of a group of people who were fans times with Vendry came hordes just to surround and admire the big face on the paper, walking in Felice's mind. The little girl was a bit goosebumps in which direction her brain was spinning. But one thing he had to admit, Vendry's face did have the capital to attract people...

Felice sat under a large shady tree and closed her eyes. The fresh smell of grass spread to his sense of smell, outside of it mixed with different scents such as the smell of paint, the sweet aroma of candy, even the faint fragrance of perfume.

Some say that if someone loses one of his senses, the other senses will be strengthened to feel and adjust to his environment. This is not nonsense that is only written arbitrarily in comics or novels.

As someone trained to sense the darkness of society, Felice had long mastered the senses of her active body. Of course it was about his past life, but Felice discovered that some exercises and habits had been etched deep in his soul and carried over into his new body.

Of course some abilities still need to be honed back because even if the mind records the memory, but his body is not accustomed to responding and cooperating with his memories and habits.

Just like now. Felice's sense of smell should be sharper than it is today. In his previous life, he had been trained to distinguish and sort the scents mixed in the air, including even the lightest scents.

Not just his sense of smell, though, his sense of hearing and taste are also trained to some degree because what Felice learns is that he needs to adjust in the worst possible conditions to deal with his environment instead of the environment that adapts to him.

It was heavy, but he succeeded. The little girl who was currently sitting sweetly under a tree in peace was once one of the reliable human weapons. His training never made him feel comfortable, always a bitterness that felt. But Felice pursed her lips and endured this heavy discomfort until she managed to obtain satisfactory results.

Felice still remembered, once due to physical exhaustion after training his combat muscles he instantly fell asleep for half a day without bathing and skipped his meal time. After waking up his muscles were still screaming in pain and fatigue, this was the kind of suffering he had never experienced before.

Sometimes Felice cries. Crying silently in a corner of her room to mourn the moment of depression due to the loss of her sister, lamenting her suffering caused by her own choices, lamenting the loneliness and longing for her past and family.

Sometimes he would complain and be afraid of how deeply his training had changed him both physically and mentally. At that time he was not even an adult, he was still a teenager who was stressed and grieved by the departure of his sister. But even if life is unhappy and scary, Felice has learned to get used to it. He learned to make that pattern of life his motivation and he had no regrets over all his difficulties.

Felice's mind wandered, but his ears caught a low murmur of someone then increased to several people until the tones clashed and made a noise that was classified as noisy for Felice.

"See Mr. Vendry's painting, the picture is very similar to the person!..."

"Truly handsome..."

"Hush~ Secure your voice, others will hear!..."

"Look at those eyes!"

"His eyes make people afraid, but still handsome~"

"Ah~ I want to have a homeroom teacher like Mr. Vendry! Let's wash our eyes every day..."

Felice who heard all those comments, "..."

Are children like this now or are they too soon to pubes? Continually the children can also fans to the extent???

A series of doubts flashed through Felice's mind as she caught these increasingly gruesome comments.

Of course not only Felice heard the comments, but others also heard them including the painter of the work.

Participants sitting near Vendry each stopped their activities and turned to Vendry's work. One of the female teachers who saw the self-portrait painting was stunned and involuntarily muttered her heart, "His handsome..."

Vendry, "..."

Upon realizing what she said, the female teacher blushed with a suspicious red hue rising up on her face. The teacher cleared his throat and adjusted his mood before bluntly saying to Vendry, "The painting of the Father is really beautiful and attracts people, I'm amazed by it."

The object in the painting is Vendry's own face, the woman's teacher praising Vendry's painting as much, isn't that the same as praising the painter's own outward beauty?

Some adults murmured their agreement over the words of the female teacher. The students are worse. They do not hesitate to throw a series of more aesthetic admiration with a series of compliments that make people goosebumps.

At least Felice herself felt her hair sitting up with that excessive lick of praise. Once again the little girl re-evaluated her knowledge of today's children, she had practically forgotten that she herself had the label of a child in her head at this moment.

As the person who became the main character being talked about, Vendry's mood was almost as dark as the bottom of the charred pan at the moment. Why is it only now that he realizes that it is not only his students who are not polite, but children today basically have manners that need to be improved and a minus level of shame.

Not minded by Vendry how the daily life of this group of small children. If the students of his class were like this, he promised to give them a question sheet every day to recycle these untrue thoughts.

After all, children should only focus on their studies in their youth, rather than on anything else that is less useful. Fortunately, there was only one person who was not well in his class...

Meanwhile, Felice who was sitting under the tree did not know that she had been labeled as 'the wrong person' by her teacher.