Card Draw Blade

Winter comes and spring comes, everything recovers.

The cherry blossom trees on the street are dyed pure colors, the branches are bouncing and bouncing fat chirp, and occasionally you can see the domestic dog rushing to the outdoors when you walk on the street, the kind of nails tapping on the cement The sound on the ground is really calming.

The window of the staff room is half open, and occasionally you can smell the fragrance from the old cherry blossom tree outside the building. The pink petals quietly fall along the direction of the air flow, and land on the pen of the young man who is writing at the desk.

His back is straight, the items on the desk are arranged in an orderly manner, his nails are also trimmed clean, and there is a cup of hot water next to the lesson plan.From these scrutiny, it can be seen that this is a person with a magnanimous heart.

Purgatory Xingshourou smiled slightly. Although he also had a deep understanding of the refreshingness of spring, he was not so detailed that he wanted to write it down with pen and ink.

Gently throwing the petals along the window, the young man in a dark red-brown tie stretched out towards the half-open window.Although it is not early morning at all, the afternoon is still a precious existence.

Looking at the students in the stadium by the window, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, but the bell that rang for the end of get out of class immediately made Mr. Purgatory look at the steel chain mechanical watch on his wrist.

Two years ago, after finishing university, he went back to his hometown to start a job. It happened that the neighbor's daughter was enrolled in his middle school. For this enthusiastic owl, it was normal for him to take care of the little girl, not to mention that he was the child's tutor in the third grade. teacher.

But Purgatory Xingshourou and Auntie Aoki's daughter are quite different in age, and to say they are acquainted with each other is not as good as his younger brother who just entered school this year.

Let the child come to the staff room today because Aunt Sha talked to me about the child's future two days ago, and asked me to have a good talk with her about future volunteering.

I'm just in the third grade of middle school. To be honest, I'm not far from the high school volunteer report.

Of course there are famous schools recently, but whether it is public or private, Aunt Risa said that she looked at Mirai Aoki's final report card at the end of last semester, and she couldn't have the confidence to ask that child to take the entrance examination.And, since the history he is teaching happens to be a subject that this kid is not good at, please take care of him if it is convenient.

"Hey~ yeah—" Stretching his tendons, Purgatory Kyojuro organized the required school materials on the computer and put them on the USB disk, waiting for Aoki Mirai to go home together after participating in club activities.

After school, students go to participate in club activities, and teachers may not be in a hurry to get off work. At this time, there are still many teachers in the staff room staying to do their own work, but there are also people to chat with.

Purgatory Xingshoulang's seat is in the row next to the window, the left side is the aisle, and the right side is the rich and self-willed art teacher who has never touched a shadow except for more than a week after the start of class.

As for the name, he only saw it when he first came here, and he knew it a little bit.

Aoki Mirai, as a member of the art department, is more familiar with Mr. Purgatory than his colleague, Mr. Cowherd.

She often sees that their instructors are not in the staff room, but in some inexplicable places-the activity room of the art department is quite common, and sometimes it is the roof, the stairway, and the corridor, which are quiet and incomprehensible Why does the mind encounter strange scenes in this kind of place.

Every time Mirai Aoki hid her face and fled. Fortunately, the other party had a headset, which could perfectly cover her escape route in terms of sound.

Rarely today, this art teacher didn't wander around the campus with his earphones on, but took his beloved pet and sat where he should be the most - his own office.

Yu Sui Tianyuan holds a mug in his hand, and the contents inside can be seen as milk from the white circle around his lips. He lies on the swivel chair and turns around. He also sometimes watches Purgatory Xingshourou correct homework.

"What is that? You want to change jobs?" Accidentally seeing the teaching plan of Purgatory Xingjurou turned into school materials, Yu Mao Tianyuan didn't even think about it.

The bright and upright Purgatory teacher uttered 'Huh? ’ question, and there was no guilty look in the eyes: “Of course not! I was asked by the neighbor’s aunt yesterday to look after her daughter’s volunteer situation, and now I’m in the understanding stage!”

His voice will not decrease the decibel, but fortunately no one raised any objection.

"Hey? You can still do this in Purgatory, it's amazing~ I can't do it at all."

Teacher Yu Sui's way of speaking is a bit special, it sounds very gorgeous, and it can be heard in the modulation, but in Mirai Aoki's mouth, there are no good words.

As the saying goes, "a dog can't spit out ivory", the first impression of Mirai Aoki and her art teacher also experienced a roller coaster reversal.

From 'looks very artistic' to 'that dude who looks like an art consultant'.

Purgatory Antoshiro: "Em, that child is in the class I teach this year, a little girl named 'Aoki Mirai'! Her grades are really unsightly, but it doesn't matter, I will help her!"

"Who? Mirai Aoki?" Teacher Yu Sui remembered his dear deputy head of the art department. He only met him once in the activity room at the beginning of this semester, and used it to submit the application for withdrawing from the department. The current status is that he has been rejected.

"Does that guy have poor grades?" The silver-haired young man put down his milk cup and rummaged through the stack of drawing paper that was almost covered with dust, and finally pulled out a 4k blue ink ballpoint pen sketch: " Tsk, this is her painting, the painting in last year's competition won the third-class national bronze medal."

The blue ink everywhere outlines the potted flowers on the window sill from less than half a millimeter in thickness. Although it is a single color, it can completely make people feel the dynamics of the plant's growth, even getting closer You can also see the traces of insects on the leaf edges of the plants.

Purgatory Xingshou Lang is the brother next door who is only six or seven years older than that child.When he was a child, he often walked around the streets. When he was in middle school, he sent his younger brother to school with her, and sometimes took her to his room to play, or occasionally saw Aoki Mirai's own room when he was a child.

But he has never seen any works about 'painting' hanging on the walls of Aoki's house, no matter who it is, never.He naturally never thought that Aoki's painting skills would be so high in the future.

Speaking of which, Mirai Aoki also said that he wanted to become a manga artist when he was a child, but when he talked about his dream later, the child only wanted to enter a high-paying company and get a year-end bonus with an annual income of 1000 million. If he saved enough, he would retire with his mother.

The futility of being doomed to be beaten by Aunt Risa is because Aoki Mirai can't hold back in private and will show his ambitions, pointing Jiangshan and telling him that she is going to become a good-for-nothing waste.

Yu Mao Tianyuan could only see that the eyes of the person in front of him could not move away from this painting, and this blank look was also a true reflection of all those who saw this painting for the first time.He raised his chin involuntarily. Even an art teacher who graduated from music would know that this is a work that will definitely win an award. How could he not bewitch others?

"Hmph~ Isn't she beautiful! That guy Aoki's talent is not the type of a nerd who is so stupid, she is suitable for this job!"

The so-called 'genius' is a gift from God.That is the talent that allows ordinary people to understand at a glance where the gap comes from.

Purgatory Xingshoulang came back to his senses and slowly became serious. He stared at the painting and asked Teacher Yu Sui: "I'm very sorry, can you lend me a day?"

Yu Sui Tianyuan rolled up the drawing paper and put on a rubber band: "That guy submitted an application for resignation from the department last week because he wanted to concentrate on his studies, but since this painting was handed in, that guy has basically never appeared in the activity room of the art department Pass."

He looked out from the hollow in the center of the scroll, closed one eye, and pointed the other end of the self-made telescope at the big piercing cat eyes of Purgatory Xingshourou: "For you, that guy said no, I'll take it It's just eating dirt... But Aoki will come over soon, Mr. Purgatory? Huh?"

Holding back his bad move, Yu Mao Tianyuan maintained a superficial calm, like a cat staring at a mouse.

Purgatory Xingshoulang noticed that something was wrong, but it didn’t matter if the situation hadn’t happened yet, he readily accepted it, and patted his colleague on the shoulder: “Thank you very much then! Aoki will go home with me later, if you have anything to do, don’t worry about it.” Come find her!"

"Hahaha! Refreshing! I've been pinching this little girl for a long time!" The cool silver-haired teacher Yu Sui slapped the table with his big hands, shaking the milky white milk in the cup into ring-shaped waves.

The two of them didn't move very much. Because of the advantage of the terrain, they were not thrown out by all the teachers for the time being. Only the teacher who was sitting directly opposite Yu Sui was silent and helped stabilize the water glass that he almost spilled. Mo blue eyes couldn't see Feeling angry, quietly listening to the corner.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki also caught a glimpse of the painting, and hooked up with the name of a person named 'Aoki Mirai'. He recalled that the roster of students in the class he was about to take seemed to have the same name and surname.

The original senior told him that there are a lot of thorns in this class, and it may be difficult to take care of. Among them is Mirai Aoki who can't concentrate on studying no matter what.Since the senior is her class teacher in the second grade, she knows more about the situation and talks more about it.

But the senior seems to know nothing about Mirai Aoki.

Well, great, if a problem student has a problem, start here.

Mirai Aoki's next homeroom teacher silently wrote down this point in a small notebook.

Soon, Mirai Aoki felt that it was time to dawdle, collected the finished homework and put it in the desk, and went to the staff office with a small schoolbag on his back.

"Excuse me, Teacher Purgatory, what do you want from me!"

The author has something to say:

Mirai Aoki: My cousin is a cartoonist trumpet, how can I be bad at drawing!

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