My fiancée's girlfriends all have special skills

Chapter 25 The Correct Way to Use the Senior's Carbon Pen

Say something.

Actually it is necessary.

Kitahara Ayano hopes to observe Kiyoyu in his pure state in order to perfect the details of his body structure. After all, the male protagonist of the ultimate work is based on Kiyoyu.

Feeling Qingyou's clear eyes, Ayano was not sure whether he was testing her deliberately or just saying it casually.

"That's right." Ayano followed Qingyou's instructions and stretched out her arm to signal, "Please just sit there and follow my instructions to strike the required posture."

"receive."

Qingyou came to the high stool near the white wall, feeling like she was taking an ID photo, except that what Kitahara Ayano was holding was not a camera, but a small sketchboard.

Kitahara Ayano is more accustomed to using electronic devices to record her inspirations. However, when she needs to conceal something, she uses a traditional drawing board, and only uses a digital tablet when she is drawing in private. The boundaries are clear, which seems to be a kind of psychological suggestion. For example, if you want to read a lot of exciting novels, you have to use a mobile phone. A reader that looks a bit high-end is more in line with psychological expectations when used to read serious literature.

It doesn’t matter. It’s just to deal with Qingyou’s inquiries. Besides, tracing Qingyou’s outline on paper is also a refreshing activity in the afternoon.

"Keep your expression relaxed and don't purse your lips."

"I didn't purse my lips."

"I know, I'm just giving you a heads up." Kitahara Ayano showed a mocking expression, "When you handsome guys feel you're handsome, you always purse your lips in a pretentious way, like when taking photos."

"Fortunately I'm not a handsome guy."

Qingyou casually complained and relaxed his mind.

To be honest, being a painting model is a pretty novel experience, as long as Kitahara Ayano doesn't touch me.

Today she has stopped.

It's safe!
Following Kitahara Ayano's instructions, Qingyou performed several poses from the front and side.

When they stopped to rest, Qingyou suddenly took out his mobile phone and used the front camera to frame himself and Ayano in the viewfinder.

"What are you doing, Seiyu-kun?"

"Tell Aili quickly that I will help you get the information, otherwise I will tell her myself."

Seeing Qingyou editing the message and preparing to send it, Ayano sighed and decided to notify Airi first.

As expected, this husband who is very popular in the Chihaya Group has skills that cannot be compared with those of young people who can be fooled casually.

If Qingyou told Airi herself, then Ayano would be suspected of hiding something from her best friend, and with Airi's personality, she would definitely feel uncomfortable.

Ayano was just a rookie poacher, and she didn't want to arouse Airi's suspicion so early.

If you take the initiative to tell her and act coquettishly, the young lady will almost certainly agree.

After all, Airi had already boasted that she would help Ayano with her creation, and Ayano openly took photos of the scene and sent them to her, so she wouldn't think too much about it.

But actually...

Chihaya Airi, who was resting with her eyes closed at the Chihaya Group headquarters, drowsily glanced at her phone that was ringing with a notification, and immediately all her sleepiness disappeared.

"So Qingyou is still Ayano's male model, damn..."

Rubbing her eyes, Ai Li looked at the photo carefully, and the anger on her brows relaxed a lot.

In the photo, Ayano had her usual demure smile on her face, while Qingyou in the distance had a formal Sima face.

Well, that's okay.

It seems that he is just doing it to please others.

Besides, what can Ayano, such a pure girl, do to Qingyou?

[Hey, just be a model and don’t think about nonsense. If Ayano comes to me and complains that you bullied her, then you’ll die.]

After receiving the message from Aili, Qingyou immediately showed the expression of the old man on the subway.

I bullied her? If I didn't get bullied by your bestie and embarrassed in public, it would be a lucky day worth praying for!

Qingyou sighed, it seemed that Aili was completely kept in the dark by her scheming best friend. Of course, this was actually a good thing. It would be terrifying if Aili really knew the truth.

……

When Qingyou returned to his desk, lunch break was almost over.

Shimamura Hitomi took off the neck pillow from her neck and said to Qingyou in a slurred voice: "Senior...good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Shimamura. Did you have a good lunch today?"

"Yeah, yes."

"That's good. I don't want to hear about you fainting from low blood sugar in class."

Qingyou teased, then took the lesson plan and textbook and went to the next class in advance. This class would have a small test, so they needed to prepare a few minutes in advance.

Seeing Qingyou clipping the carbon pen on his shirt pocket and not noticing anything unusual, Shimamura Hitomi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the workmanship of this pen is good enough to be mistaken for the real thing.

Thanks to Made in China!
The "original" carbon pen that Qingyou had used for half a month had been put into a transparent bag by Shimamura Hitomi and hidden in her schoolbag.

That schoolbag was a gift from Qingyou during college... Nominally, it was given to her by Qingyou and Aili, but Shimamura Hitomi knew that the style was chosen by Qingyou, so she just regarded it as a gift from a senior.

Female teachers always joked that Hitomi Shimamura carried a schoolbag to work all day, and her childish appearance made her look like a student without a school uniform.

But she didn't care about it. Her own rusticity could not be solved by changing her bag, but the gift from her senior was worth cherishing.

After the last class in the afternoon, the campus was suddenly filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Even the so-called "social elite" who attend Chihaya Academy cannot escape the rule of waiting for the weekend!

Even the teachers in the office were discussing which izakaya to go to after get off work.

In the warm atmosphere, Hitomi Shimamura quietly left and took the train back to the rental house, planning to go back quickly to enjoy the original carbon pen given by her predecessor.

The guilt of this perverted behavior actually imposes an inexplicable expectation on me.

However, before going upstairs, Hitomi Shimamura bought a discounted lunch box at a convenience store near the apartment for dinner.

She was afraid that after she had used up her senior’s pen, she would not have the energy to go out and buy food.

"Minghui, 680 yen."

The cashier at the convenience store was already familiar with Shimamura Hitomi, who lived nearby. She asked with a smile, "Teacher Shimamura, it's a rare leisurely weekend. Why don't you consider attending a social gathering? I heard that there's a social gathering being organized near the apartment, and there's a handsome guy from Keio participating~"

"Forget it, I'll just stay at home, um, but I'm going shopping with my bestie this week."

"Best friends... That's great. It's a blessing to still have close friends after graduation and work."

Happy...?

Hitomi Shimamura is not sure whether being appointed as the "Qingyou Observer" by Airi over the years has brought her more happiness or pain.

She only knew that she was an insignificant and tiny existence, a sideshow in the story. Apart from occasionally secretly licking a long-coveted delicacy, she played a supporting role most of the time and it was better not to add any drama to herself.

When leaving the convenience store, a group of salespeople were bustling on the street, apparently promoting a newly launched mobile phone application. Hitomi Shimamura was easily persuaded, and after being pestered and persuaded by the saleswoman, she had no choice but to download the APP and got a souvenir by the way.

Hmm...it's chocolate candy. No, it's the end of spring, which is a great time to lose weight. I can't eat such high-calorie food!

After returning home, Hitomi Shimamura decisively stuffed the bag of candy deep into the cupboard. She didn't throw it away because she was frugal and generally didn't waste food.

At worst, you can just wait until you succeed in losing weight before eating again.

But when her eyes inadvertently swept across the phone, she was attracted by the APP she had just downloaded. The icon was mysterious and designed, and it didn't look like a shoddy software designed by a startup company at all.

“This app is called…Dream Wanderer?”

(End of this chapter)