[Comprehensive] Why do I like you

The anniversary of the University of the United States is just around the corner, but Nana is facing all kinds of hard work in the host speech. She really would rather stay up late to complete the body sketch arranged by the teacher than face this combination of official and popular host speech.

There are many examples of speeches for school celebrations on the Internet. If she really doesn't want to write them, she can copy bits and pieces here and there to make a complete speech, but she doesn't want to do this. Even if she writes poorly, at least She also put her mind into it. Even if the presiding speech was completely rejected after it was handed over to the secretary-general, and the criticism was useless, she also admitted it. It just proved from the side that she is really not suitable for this aspect of development.

In the office of the oil painting club early in the morning, a woman with long dark red hair was lying at the table, moving quickly with a pen.The morning sun shines on her hair, which looks extra pleasing and refreshing.

Yukimura Seichi had just opened the door of the agency office, and what he saw was such a scene. He looked at Nana's slender back and the excellent waist-length hair in admiration, and really felt that the girl in front of him would be an idol , will not be inferior to those actresses who sing and dance.

And seeing the back of the beautiful woman early in the morning, the already good mood is naturally more joyful.

Although she is not serious about painting.

"What are you doing, Nana?"

After closing the door, Yukimura asked the girl at the table while putting his drawing board in a fixed position.

Komatsu Nana was taken aback by Yukimura's sudden sound, and a good word "の" was stiffly extended to the next line. She looked at the crossing lines that could not be ignored on her neat manuscript paper, and finally gave up the pen and surrendered.

"Seiichi! Yukimura! Senpai! Director! Team leader! Read what I wrote, it's horrible! I can't stand it myself, huh..."

End sound spontaneously with a little coquettish girl distressedly handed the manuscript paper in her hand to Yukimura, her brown eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the thick bags under her eyes were enough to tell that the other party didn't sleep well last night.

Yukimura stretched out his hand to unfold the paper that Nana handed over, and glanced at the words she wrote.In fact, there is no need to look at ten lines at all, because she didn't write ten lines at all, not even five lines.

Yukimura was a little helpless, and for the first time in his life, he wanted to reach out and cover his forehead with his hand, making a 'helpless' expression.Even when he was the head of the tennis department, he was not so speechless when facing the group of problem children.

"I really didn't expect..."

Looking at Nana's expectant eyes, Yukimura was really embarrassed to say that her writing was really bad enough, so he could only pat her on the shoulder reassuringly: "It was beyond my expectation."

Komatsu Nana's image has always been good, even when he knew she liked a boy younger than her, he never had a bad impression of her.After all, American University students are always very likable.And Nana Komatsu has a very good personality. Although she can't be said to be eloquent, she always feels happy when talking with her, and she is unconsciously attracted by the other party's inexplicable personality.Although he hasn't figured out what kind of character the other party is.

He is extraordinarily sweet, helpful, has good painting skills, and is serious about things. Although he occasionally loses his temper, is too dependent, acts coquettishly, mischievously, and mischievously, but because of these small shortcomings , so that she appears more confirmed, and does not give people the illusion that they are people from two different worlds.

Perhaps Nana didn't know that Yukimura's insight was so strong, and he was able to see her so clearly after they spent so little time together.She just stared seriously at Yukimura's expression, expecting the slightest compliment that couldn't possibly exist.

Although I know that the other party's "unexpected" is definitely not a good meaning, but this is much more comfortable than Chi Guoguo's criticism.

"Forget it." Yukimura shook his head, folded the paper, and put it in his pocket, "We'll have lunch together at noon, and we'll gather here after we finish eating, and I'll teach you."

After getting the answer from the other party, Nana was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that Yukimura would really want to take the initiative to help her. After being startled, she smiled excitedly. She wished she could rush up and hold the other party's hand tightly, expressing her gratitude with actions Feelings, but still restrained.

After all, the senior is not an ordinary person. Even if she is really excited, it is better not to be so reckless, otherwise she will be targeted by some girls for no reason.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome, go to class quickly, there is not much time left before the first class."

"Good senior! Ah, no, it's Jingshi, goodbye~"

**

Yukimura helped Nana think up the host speech, which just corresponded to the one he wrote himself, and then added what Nana would usually say, a little bit of connection, no need for Nana to move, it was done in minutes Nana was holding her own hair I struggled with things for two nights.

Looking at Nana's moist eyes of adoration, Yukimura smiled helplessly. Nana obviously said everything smoothly, but why did she become useless when she came to this formatted language?

So everyone is born with his strengths and weaknesses?

"You copy it."

Handing the presided over the presided over to Nana, Yukimura walked to the side of the stand, and browsed over and over again the drawings submitted by the group last time.

Nana lowered her head and looked at the host speech written by Yukimura on the white paper, and her eyes could not help but shift from the coherent words to the layout of the entire screen.Yukimura's handwriting is beautiful, with smooth lines, and the last stroke of each word has a rigid twist.The old people say that you can see a person's personality from his handwriting.Yukimura's handwriting is so majestic and beautiful, it really looks like him!

And with such a font, it must look good when writing brush characters!

"Why didn't you write it? Did I write something wrong?"

From the corner of Yukimura's eyes, he noticed that Nana had been looking at the paper without moving the pen, so he couldn't help asking aloud.

Komatsu Nana hurriedly shook her head, her brown eyes showed some appreciation and admiration: "Of course not, I was just attracted by Jingshi's words."

Yukimura was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "What attracts you to handwriting? Your own handwriting is also pretty, isn't it?"

"Hey hey hey."

Nana, who was praised, accepted Yukimura's words with a smirk, and did not deny it. She remembered how long she took a copybook and copied it for a long time in order to write good handwriting. Although she was very tired, she always saw the delicate handwriting that she wrote casually. , I feel that my heart is filled with a sense of fulfillment.

After copying the presiding speech, Yukimura checked the time and found that there was still enough time, so he and Nana walked towards the student meeting room.

The secretary-general of the student union is a senior in the junior year. She has long dark brown curly hair and brown eyes. Her facial features are not outstanding, but she is very attractive, and she looks like a very shrewd person.

When they entered the student meeting room, she was staring at a pair of glasses and didn't know what to look at. When she looked up and noticed the person coming, her pair of brown eyes could make people feel the bursting out even through the glasses with black frames. of light.

"Yukimura-kun, you're here! Oh, and Komatsu."

If the "you are here" that welcomed Yukimura Seiichi earlier was full of surprises, then the latter words obviously felt a gap.

Nana said hello to the Secretary-General, pretending not to hear her words that seemed extremely unwelcoming, and stood behind Yukimura, smiling and listening to the greetings of the two.

"Really, it's finished? I thought you were going to delay it to me again this time when the celebration is about to start."

The secretary-general seemed to be quite familiar with Yukimura, and there was a hint of joke in her words. She reached out to take the speeches handed to her by Yukimura and Nana, and carefully browsed them.

The two presiding speeches of different lengths have the same pleasing handwriting. Compared with a skilled veteran like Yukimura, Komatsu Nana's is obviously a little stiff, but the secretary-general thinks there is something weird, so she read it carefully Under Nana Komatsu's presiding speech, feeling Nana's tone revealed between the lines, but somehow felt surrounded by Yukimura.

Was this really written by Nana Komatsu?

She was a little skeptical, but she didn't want to worry about it.In the past, the students who were selected as the hosts often copied the speeches on the Internet, and put together a nondescript manuscript. This kind of speech has always been her from the ordinary secretary of the secretary general of the student union to the current secretary general. The things that she spends so much time trying to revise always make her wish to shake the person who wrote the manuscript three times.

Isn't it just a host speech?Is it that difficult?Is it so difficult! !

It is rare to find such a manuscript that people can't pick out a big mistake at a glance.

Forget it, let's not pursue it anymore, Yukimura should be thankful for being able to hand in the manuscript on time.Back then, Yukimura, who was still a freshman, was tricked by the student council president of that year and agreed to host large-scale events every year. The student club room experienced all kinds of unbearable hardships after the president left. From then on, she knew that although Yukimura was smiling at you all the time, he would give you a knife at some point, and you still had to smile and say thank you.

The past is unbearable!

Shaking his head, the secretary-general, who came out of the past memories, looked at the two people who were looking at her, and coughed uncomfortably.

Her habit of slipping in front of others is really not good.

"Hey, what, there is still some time now, let me tell you about the celebration first."

The Secretary-General received the two presiding speeches in a folder and said.

The manuscript can't be read after it's written, it still needs some polishing, although she thinks that these two copies don't need much 'polishing'.

"The celebration is scheduled for October 10th, and there are about half a month left. The performance lists of various classes and clubs have already been handed over to me. I'm just waiting for the president to check the completion of each program. However This has absolutely nothing to do with your degree of completion."

The secretary-general turned over the calendar on the table and said seriously.Once she talks about serious things, her expression becomes extraordinarily serious.

"Practice with yourselves in private, and then... I'll take a look. Come here on Wednesday afternoon and let me see the initial situation."

"that...."

Nainai raised her little hand tremblingly, and trembling involuntarily after receiving the threatening gaze from the secretary-general: "I have something to do on Wednesday afternoon, so... can I change the time?"

Her expression revealed a bit of difficulty and timidity, Yukimura at the side rolled his eyes and smiled slightly, those eyes brought a bit of realization.

"Such an important matter as the school celebration still asks about your free time, and let the whole team cooperate with your time?"

The Secretary-General gave Nana an unhappy look, then turned to Jingshi and asked, "Do you have club activities on Wednesday?"

She knew that Yukimura Seiichi and Komatsu Nana were not only from the same major, but also from the same club.

Yukimura shook his head and denied: "But Nana also has her own life, don't be so serious, you didn't remind her to try to spare time before."

As if he was persuaded by Yukimura's gentle tone, the Secretary-General's complexion improved a bit, but he was still a little upset at the originally scheduled time: "In this case, let's go to Friday afternoon, I remember that you don't seem to have classes in the afternoon .”

"Well no."

The two nodded at the same time, it's just senior secretary general, how do you know they don't have classes...

"That's good. After I inspect your host, I will pick out some problems. Yukimura-kun, I am not worried about you. After all, you have been the host of so many celebrations. I am worried about Komatsu, Komatsu-san , have you ever been a host before?"

The secretary-general really couldn't remember how Komatsu Nana was chosen to be the hostess of the school celebration?Obviously, the girl who partnered with Yukimura last year hasn't graduated yet, hasn't she?

Nana Komatsu shook her head honestly: "No."

"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't." The Secretary-General pondered for a while, "When you are partnering with Yukimura-kun, ask him more, Yukimura, you work hard to teach her more. Hiss—how did you get selected as the host? ..."

The last sentence was the Secretary-General muttering to himself in a low voice.

"If there's nothing else, we'll go first."

"Well, let's go, I'm going to go to class too."

"Goodbye, senpai."

Nana, who left the student meeting room, seemed to have relieved a heavy burden, and she relaxed, making Yukimura, who was walking beside her, laugh: "Is that an exaggeration? Are you afraid of her?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I feel wronged. If I knew it earlier, I would have pushed away the matter of Shinichi..."

Yukimura didn't hear Nana's murmur clearly, recalled what he saw just now, and asked, "Did you notice the book on the Secretary-General's desk?"

"Huh? What book?"

Nana looked at Yukimura suspiciously and asked inexplicably.

"It's that fanmanga. If I remember correctly, it's the new issue of this month. Besides, there are your drawings on it, right?" Yukimura blinked, his purple eyes were somewhat mysterious and mischievous, as if he was Say 'I know your little secret'.

Yukimura, who was seriously talking to the Secretary-General in the student meeting room just now, looked very serious. Although the corner of his mouth was smiling, he had the illusion of being unattainable. Now he has a bit of a mortal air, and he can be funny and humorous. It was like descending from the altar and becoming a human like her.

"How did you know?"

Nana opened her eyes wide and asked in amazement, while lamenting Yukimura's temperament that seemed to be able to change freely, and even imagined when she would be able to do so.

"I have a friend who also likes to read fan comics. He likes one of the artist's illustrations very much, and he specially showed it to me. You know that I like to look at the lines and the artist's name when I read paintings. Naturally, I saw the Roman pinyin of your name. , and the style of the manga is very similar to yours, you also said before that you work for the Zhiwan Club, so I guessed it."

Yukimura explained the reason again, then turned to look at the girl next to him who was over his shoulder, "And I have to say, I like the style of your manga very much, it feels clean, sober and natural, and pays attention to details, is more realistic, but still The unique aesthetic style of manga is a bit similar to that "Natsume's Book of Friends", but you can clearly see the difference, but your manga is a bit close to Mr. Yamashima..."

After talking about it, I don't know why I brought some doubts.

Nana ignored this doubt, but said happily: "Like Mr. Shandao? When I first started learning to draw, I copied Mr. Shandao's paintings! Everyone said that I was very similar. But later, for the characteristics of my own painting style, I deliberately forgot Mr. Shandao's painting sense. The art teacher also thought that I changed it well. Although I still have the feeling of imitating Mr. Shandao, but I am not an expert and I can't see it at all. The editor-in-chief told me this point, and the editor-in-chief also said that if I work harder and form my own style of painting, maybe my dream can be realized a little faster!"

"dream?"

Yukimura was taken aback by Nana's expression full of hope and anticipation, and he couldn't help but flash back to his past self, the wanton and flamboyant Yukimura who never gave up, the Yukimura who sweated on the court, the one who held himself There is a kind of Yukimura who has mastered his own life, that Yukimura who has always been full of dreams and plans for the future...

"It's nice to have a dream." Yukimura has always been beautiful when he smiles, that kind of gender-neutral beauty always makes people lose their minds involuntarily, and the amethyst-like clear eyes have always made people sigh and fascinated, good-looking , is also an advantage.

"Then Nana, you have to persevere and realize your dream."

"What about Jingshi? What is Jingshi's dream?"

Yukimura blinked, shifted his gaze to the front, and looked at the blue sky in the distance, "Dream, I don't know..."

The slightly confused and melancholy tone made her subconsciously stop the urge to continue asking, as if if she asked again, she would touch the truth that the other party had been hiding all along.