Public Execution

"Similar."

Naoki glanced at the time, and then brought out a piece of white paper. The Q version of the five sisters can not be used in the sketching class, and the teacher is not easy to explain.

Just as he was about to carry the five sisters' sketches into his pocket, Itsuki suddenly said, "Wait Asakawa-san."

"Mmm?"

"That…" Itsuki coughed lightly, the ahoge hair on top of his head gently swaying, "Did you give me the painting just now?"

"It looks really interesting, I can take it home and show it to Ichika."

I can't give it to you if you say that! Yotsuba, the little nymph who never gets angry, the devil Ichika, and the grumpy Nino, surely won't be happy to see them!

But... After eating Itsuki's meat bun, it was hard to resist such a trivial thing.

Naoki handed over the painting: "This is for you."

Just Nino and Ichika is nothing to be afraid of.

"Thank you Asakawa-san."

Itsuki took over the 'painting', folded it, and stored it carefully.

Miku wanted it too, but unfortunately Itsuki had already spoken, so of course she couldn't compete.

"It is late." Naoki reminded, "You two don't be dazed, hurry up and draw a sketch."

"I'm not dazed."

Miku couldn't help puffing her cheeks, expressing her unhappiness.

The corner was silent for a moment, except for the rustle of pen on paper.

For beginners, sketching actually takes a lot of time, half an hour isn't necessarily enough, but Naoki was playing a game with his little sister Rin one night and found that his hand speed had greatly improved compared to before.

Maybe when Naoki was asleep, he wanted to strengthen his body subconsciously, so he triggered a quantum fluctuation and subtly strengthened his body. When playing a music based hand speed game, he can already challenge the highest difficulty level.

...

Time passed quickly.

It was almost time to get out of class to end.

"Asakawa-san, I'm done." Itsuki was the first to finish his work, and then handed the drawing board to Naoki.

On the drawing board, the character portraits are quite satisfying and fully meet the requirements of the teacher. Due to the limited time, the line in many places is relatively simple, but you can still recognize who is in the painting, but it is a bit stereotypical. Take it to the Metropolitan Police Department as a wanted portrait, and there's nothing wrong with that.

After a while, Miku's nonchalant and delicate voice rang out: "I drew it too."

The object of Miku's painting is Itsuki. The five sisters hung out day and night. They don't need models. They can complete a task by instantly sketching a picture in their mind.

"Why did I bite the meat bun!" Itsuki couldn't help but scream.

"Because…" Miku tilted her head, "Funny?"

"Not funny at all, other people will just wonder what I've bitten!" Itsuki handed over the eraser, "Erase quickly, you learn from Asakawa-san."

"That's not the case." Miku felt a little guilty and turned to look elsewhere.

"Asakawa-san, dropping out of class is coming to an end." After a while, Itsuki asked "Are you alright?"

"It will be fine now."

Naoki stopped his movement and looked at Miku.

Miku was still curious and stared at Naoki, but after holding on for three seconds, she was quickly defeated, and she turned her head to look elsewhere.

Naoki's eyes narrowed, he landed on the drawing board, and started writing quickly.

"Done."

As the last minute class exit bell rang, Naoki finally stopped the pen in his hand with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Let me see."

Itsuki and Miku looked on curiously, and as their eyes fell on the painting, they subconsciously held their breath.

This is not an ordinary portrait sketch, but a full body painting. In early spring and April, grass grows and chirping birds fly.

The girl in the painting is standing under a cherry blossom tree with a pair of headphones hanging from her neck. Long bangs cover one side of her eye. It was clear that the wind was blowing, covering the skirt in the wind, lifting his right hand to his ear, holding the hair that was fluttering in the wind, his cheeks slightly protruding, showing a slight depressed expression.

"This…" Miku was stunned, her heart rate suddenly accelerated unsatisfactorily, "The afternoon when I first met Asakawa?"

It's the first day of my new transfer school. After school, I walked alone to the corner of the atrium and stood under the cherry blossom tree, waiting for Itsuki and the others to get acquainted with the school together. In the end, Naoki came.

Naoki who thought he was Itsuki handed her a can of hot coffee, a drink from a strange boy, of course she refused.

Later, Miku was in the library and Naoki asked for her contact information. She was so since then, she called him the reckless Asakawa. Then she lost track of time while reading a book that afternoon, and got lost by accident. She happened to run into Naoki and brought herself to the train station on the way. Eating takoyaki together, the takoyaki that night seemed very good, maybe because she was very hungry.

The class exit bell rang just in time, and art class suddenly became noisy.

"Okay." Naoki stood up and said, "Hand over your homework."

"Oh..."

Miku was one step behind Itsuki, and suddenly reached out and tugged at the hem of Naoki's shirt.

"Hah?" Naoki turned to look at Miku, "What's wrong?"

Miku turned her head to look out the window, her ears falling outside her hair slightly hot: "Homework... can't you just hand it over?"

"What is the reason?"

"Because it's embarrassing." Miku whispered, "The teacher will definitely say it's good to see it, and maybe it will be displayed on the exhibition frame outside the classroom, and people will see…"

One of the traditions of art classes, after each class, the teacher would post the most satisfying work on the wall outside the classroom, such as a public execution.

"Forget about this..."

With Miku's introverted and fearful personality, it would no doubt be torture if it was put up on the wall and people were watching.

"So." Naoki quickly made up his mind, "Then I won't hand it over."

"Eh?" Miku looked up "Is it okay?"

"Don't underestimate the hidden privileges of outstanding students." Naoki complained, "It's not about handing in the exam papers for the exam. Just tell the teacher about this kind of thing and make an excuse."

"Very nice." Miku breathed a sigh of relief, pulled back the corner of Naoki's clothes, turned around and said, "A painting for me... I will be responsible for destroying it."

Naoki said speechlessly: "However, this is my hard work, is it too much to destroy?"

"Just give it to me." Miku turned her head "I don't want you to worry about it."

What to worry about! If you can draw the first picture of this kind of thing yourself, you can draw the second one, so you won't do weird things to your female classmates' portraits like the restless boys in their teens!

...

Briefly explaining the situation to the art teacher, Naoki was the last person to leave the art class, and when he returned to class, he met Koharu who came out of the bathroom.