[Comprehensive] Why do I like you

re: Shinichi-kun

The air in Nara is really good, but it’s worth mentioning that the temperature on the mountain is so low that I’m freezing, and I’m a little worried that I won’t be able to draw because it’s too cold, but it’s okay, I can Persevere, because I think, other students around me can do it, why can't I do it?Besides, I'm going to be a great manga artist!

Haha, let's not talk about this, the air on the mountain is too cold and too low, and the fingers of the keyboard are a lot stiffer.

I am living in a tent and writing to you now, you must be wondering why I am in a tent, obviously I am going to a certain dormitory in Nara.

It's all because of the teacher who led the team.

That teacher is the instructor of our club, he can be regarded as a supervisor, but I rarely see him, only during this training camp, and I have to say, this teacher is really amazing!

Although I don't like him very much for some reasons, but I think I will overcome these reasons, just need to give me some time.

But even if I don't like this teacher very much, I still ask him for advice seriously, because he draws really well, whether it is composition, thoughts, or the draft of the drawing, I have to pay attention to it carefully. Look, it's really, really powerful.But it's very strange, why haven't I heard of him before?

By the way, Shinichi-kun knows Seiichi-senpai, right?It is the president of our club, Yukimura Seiichi-senpai.

I think you should have an impression, right?I seem to have introduced it to you before.

This training camp was brought by Mr. Jingshi, so I was fortunate to see Mr. Jingshi draw on the spot.Really great!

Seiichi-kun is indeed the existence I regard as an opponent!

But last time I talked with Mr. Jingichi, I don't know why he doesn't seem to want to be a professional painter.I don't know what Seiichi-kun thinks about his future, but Shinichi-kun knows it, right?my dream.

Becoming a professional painter is my dream.

Just like Shinichi-kun wants to become an excellent bass player, we all have dreams that need to be worked hard.

Suddenly feel so shy, hey, what a common dream.

My roommate is calling me, so I will write here first.

Pay attention to rest, Shinichi-kun, come back taller, more handsome, and better~

: Nana Komatsu

It was a quiet night, the sky was full of stars, the moon hid behind the clouds and refused to show up, and the night on the mountain was beautiful.

This is not the point.

The point is, it's really cold.

"Xiao Songsang, are you really alright?"

Mr. Sanmu held the hot water bottle, stamped his feet, and looked at Nana, who was wrapped tightly outside the tent, painting under the dim light, and said worriedly.

"It's okay, Maki-san, you can go back and rest quickly, don't worry about me, I don't know how long it will take to draw!"

Komatsu Nana looked back at Maki, her face had already been blown with faint cracks by the wind, the mountain was so inconvenient, even simple skin care could not resist the biting cold wind.

"Okay, then I'll go in first, you should come back early and rest."

"Ah."

Although she nodded in agreement, Nana didn't intend to wait until the time to rest.She stared down at the painting on her drawing board, and frowned dissatisfied.

Fortunately, the teacher did not say that painting is not allowed at night. After all, sometimes inspiration comes, and there is nothing to stop it.

After shivering for a while, Nana took another breath, clutched her collar tightly, put on a hat that was originally fluffy but now it became stiff, sucked on her red nose, raised her hand, and began to draw again.

Different tree trunks have different curves and shadows, different sizes, and different colors. After the rough line draft is done, it is necessary to draw slowly and carefully, which is the most challenging.

I don't know how long time has passed, the stars in the distance are getting lower and lower, standing on the mountainside, one by one, as if they are about to fall from the sky, they are so close, the moon does not know when it will disappear Appeared, the last quarter moon was hanging not far from the horizontal line, among the clouds one after another, it was vaguely invisible.

There was a sudden weight on his body, and Nana, who was concentrating on it, was taken aback and almost fell down.

"careful!"

The shoulder was firmly grasped, and it stopped suddenly during the fall, and the heartbeat that was originally calm suddenly accelerated because of this.

"well enough?"

The person behind her holding her shoulders spoke worriedly, and as he walked over, he pulled the clothes covering her body.

"Ah! Mr. Seiichi!"

After finally gaining a firm footing, Nana finally saw who it was. The whistling sound of the wind had been surrounding her ears before, when a gentle male voice suddenly broke in, she was stunned for a moment and didn't react.

"It's so late, why are you still outside?"

Yukimura Seiichi had fallen asleep long ago, but because the weather was too cold, he was suddenly woken up in the middle of the night.

The mountain was pitch black, and there was only one place with a faint light. He couldn't help but feel a little strange, so he got up and went to look.

Near the fence, there was a person sitting upright. In front of her was a work that had been painted for an unknown amount of time. Under the moonlight and lights, there were a few shadows on her pale side face, but she could still be seen trembling. body.

This girl has always hoped that he can enter the painting world.Her love of painting moved his heart.

Just like myself when I first came into contact with tennis, the feeling of wanting to hit the ball all the time, run all the time, and sweat profusely all the time, that was once, deeply The feeling engraved in my heart.

I just don’t know when it started. When I first came into contact with tennis, the joy of simply being able to play with someone has changed. Every time I play with others, I feel that I will not beat myself, even if I meet a powerful player. Opponents will also feel that victory is necessary, and the pure joy of indulging in playing will disappear unconsciously.

But now, when he met this girl, even though she didn't play tennis, her enthusiasm infected him every time. That feeling brought him back to the time when he first came into contact with tennis.

He suddenly had an urge to go back to the court where he first came into contact with tennis with Genichiro, and then play happily.

"I'm painting."

Nana Komatsu stood up straight, and when she turned her head to look at her painting, her slightly sleepy eyes became much gentler, as if looking at her own child.

"It's still outside so late, you're not afraid of frostbite anymore."

Yukimura stretched out his hand, pulled Nana's hand up, and put the hot water bottle that was still warm in his hand on it.

Suddenly, the hand that touched the heat source trembled.

Not only the temperature of the hot water bottle on the palm of the hand, but also the warmth, which belongs to another person's body temperature.

"Thank...Thank you!"

Nana felt that her whole body suddenly warmed up. Although she was very familiar with Yukimura-kun, and they often joked with each other, but Yukimura-kun has always been a gentle but repulsive person. Sometimes getting along with each other is inexplicable. It feels like the two are in different worlds.

"Thank you, pack up quickly, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow."

Yukimura let go of Nana's hand lightly, as if the nearly 1-minute contact just now didn't make him feel anything unusual.

"But...."

Nana just wanted to say that she hadn't finished the painting, but was immediately interrupted by Yukimura gently and forcefully: "I must rest, I have been watching you pause for a long time, the inspiration is gone, don't force yourself, and if you If the body is broken, if you want to paint properly in the future, it will be bad."

Yukimura put his hands in his pockets, and the night wind blew his iris-purple hair. Under the moonlight, the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be inlaid with countless diamonds, which was extraordinarily bright: "As a painter, hands Talent is the most important thing, isn't it?"

Nana froze for a moment.

This is the first time that Yukimura said these words so seriously and irresistibly. When he was in school, he also blamed her with a half-smile because she often drew pictures and didn't pay attention to rest, but his tone was only very flat. With the feeling of "I'll just talk, whether you listen or not is up to you", but now, what he said has a feeling of self-control, as if he can't refuse subconsciously, Because, it is impossible to imagine the consequences of rejection.

"OK then..."

In fact, Yukimura-kun is telling the truth.

She has been staring at the second line draft for a long time but has not written. She has been looking at it, and then she is working in her brain, thinking about what to draw and write, but every time the expected result, But it still looks unsatisfactory.

"Don't make it so late next time, look at your hands, they are full of frostbite."

Yukimura shook his head, took out another small thing from his pocket, took Nana's hand, opened it, and daubed it gently.

"Jingshi-kun..."

This time, it seems that she can no longer use the hot water bottle as an excuse. She really blushed because of Yukimura's actions, but it was just because the weather was too cold. of.

"Here, as a girl, I don't bring ointment when I go up the mountain. A woman's hands are the second face, so you need to take good care of it."

Putting the lid back on, Yukimura stuffed the ointment into Nana's own pocket.

"thanks..."

Nana looked at Yukimura in a daze.

I have to admit that Yukimura is handsome in appearance, outstanding in ability, and extraordinarily attractive in his aura. Such an existence, like the Prince Charming in fairy tales, has to be said to be the favorite type of all girls.

It's just that she likes Shinichi-kun!How can you be fooled by Mr. Jingshi's tenderness for a while?

Not at all!

It's because the night is alluring, that's why, eh!Definitely yes!

Seiichi Yukimura looked at Nana who had packed up her things and went back to the tent, and nodded her head self-consciously, like a sleepy cat, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.