Afternoon, Kita Yishu Art Studio.

This time Higashino Division did not skip the group activities.

He had just joined the art department the day before yesterday and immediately quit his job, which was a bit inappropriate no matter how you thought about it.

Moreover, there are only two or three weeks until the submission of the work, which is not enough time in terms of time.

He packed the various oil painting tools he brought to school into two large bags and went directly into the studio.

His walking voice was not loud, but his exaggerated appearance holding two big bags made the other girls who were still painting in the studio couldn't help but look sideways at him.

What is this for? Why do you come in with two such big bags?

He didn't care what these girls thought, he just sat down next to Konoe Ryoka and put his things on the ground.

There was not much movement, but it frightened Konoe Ryoka's entire body.

Higashino nodded to her with some humor, and then took out four wooden sticks from the big bag.

Click, click, click...

Raising his hands to assemble the picture frame directly, Tonoji then took out a roll of linen canvas from the bag, and took out the staple gun to stretch the canvas, and nailed the canvas to the frame clockwise to tighten it.

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This made the high school girls nearby couldn't help but look at each other.

What are you doing? How can you make an oil painting look like you are doing carpentry?

Konoe Ryoka was also watching in confusion, and couldn't help asking him in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

"Stretch the canvas, come here and lend me a hand, hold it here." Higashinoji was not polite at all, and directly summoned Konoe Ryoka.

"Ah...oh..." Konoe Ryoka nodded obediently, stretched out her small white hand to hold the other side of the canvas, and looked at Higashinoji curiously with her big, watery eyes.

At the same time, the little girls nearby who were pretending to draw also poked their heads in this direction.

His big eyes looked at Higashinoji.

This boy is good-looking... but why does he want to do carpentry?

After all, they are only high school students and do not have the requirements of college. They usually use the kind of picture frames sold in the market. Where can I nail the picture frame and stretch the canvas myself?

The paintings they drew were just rigid imitations, with no ideas of their own at all.

In fact, oil paintings are basically made with linen canvas, and then the canvas is nailed to a square frame with a staple gun. This is called stretched canvas.

Similarly, the canvas should not be stretched too tightly, nor should it be too loose. If it is stretched too tightly, the wooden frame will be easily deformed, but if it is stretched too loose, it will feel strange when painting.

He knew all this by heart.

Higashinoji's technique was very skillful and neat. In five or six minutes, the frame was assembled and the canvas was tight and tight.

But even so, Higashinoji was not particularly satisfied. He turned to Konoe Ryoka and said to her simply:

"You're so clumsy, Lianghua-san. Being careful is sometimes a good thing, but don't be too careful. You have to be confident when doing things."

"Did you know? For example, if you paint gouache painting, some parts are very simple, but if you hesitate before and after, it is easy to make a bad painting."

Higashinoji didn't want to criticize Konoe Ryoka like that, but her careful movements were taboo in art.

Art students are not afraid of bad paintings, and they are not afraid of making mistakes or repainting afterwards.

But if you are afraid of even writing, then you should not become an art student, it is really not suitable for you.

"oh..."

Konoe Ryoka could only lower her head and nod, pursed her lips, not daring to refute or say anything.

Tonoji ignored her and prepared to apply white glue to the canvas that had already been primed. This step mainly involves filling in the many small holes in the linen canvas. White glue should be used to fill the small gaps between these fabrics to prevent oil leakage.

As soon as he raised his hand, he heard someone saying hello next to him.

"Is this Higashino-san?"

"Well. I'm Higashinoji."

When Higashino looked up, he saw a girl with half-long hair.

The other person has a round face and looks very cute.

Higashinoji could tell at a glance that this was the Fukushima-senpai whom Konoe Ryoka had deliberately mentioned before.

After all, she was surrounded by many little girls the day before yesterday, and her drawing skills were really good. She could be said to be the best among high school students, so Higashinoji was somewhat impressed.

Just why find yourself?

Higashinoji was confused, he couldn't remember any interaction with this girl.

"Did you draw this sketch?"

Before Higashinoji could speak, Madoka Fukushima over there had already handed him a sketch and looked at him.

sketch?

Higashinoji stretched his head to take a look, nodded and said, "I drew it.

What the other party handed over was the sketch of Konoe Ryoka. Higashinoji was not particularly satisfied with the sketch, it was the kind of thing he wanted to throw into the trash can.

At this time, when he saw the other party bringing this piece of dark history, Higashino thought that the little girl was going to teach him how to draw, so he smiled and asked again:

"Fukushima-senpai, do you have any advice?"

"Ah...no, not at all!"

Seeing Higashino smile, Fukushima Madoka was like a boy seeing a beautiful woman smiling at him, his face turned red. She held the sketch and whispered:

"I just think that if such an excellent work is lost by those of us who are watching...Higashiya-san, you will be very anxious, right? So I will take it and return it to you."

"Ah? Senior sister, are you kidding me again? Is this painting good?"

Higashino seemed a little surprised, but soon smiled and waved.

This painting is the dark history he painted. He made many small mistakes when painting at that time. If this can be considered well, then none of the things he painted in his previous life will be allowed to go to heaven?

"Ah? This, isn't this painting good?" Madoka Fukushima opened his mouth.

"Of course it doesn't count." Higashikawa waved his hand and responded with a smile.

Although he said so, Madoka Fukushima next to him didn't think so.

You must know that even Ryoko Gango praised this painting carefully for a long time, how could it be bad?

Madoka Fukushima felt that Higashino probably didn't want to dampen their enthusiasm for painting, so that's why he said this.

What a nice guy...nice and humble.

Madoka Fukushima was somewhat moved by Higashinoji.

"If you don't mind, I'll give this painting to Fukushima-senpai."

While applying white glue to the canvas, Higashino returned the painting and said with a smile.

"How embarrassing... such a beautiful sketch..." Madoka Fukushima was embarrassed to accept.

This kind of high-quality sketch would probably require Tonoji to draw seriously, right?

And it only works when you are bursting with inspiration.

"No matter how beautiful the sketch is, it's not as good as that of Fukushima-senpai." Higashinoji happily interrupted: "And Lianghua-san is right next to me. With a model as beautiful as her here, it's not difficult to draw it again.

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ah...

Konoe Ryoka, who originally thought she had nothing to do, retreated back to painting gouache.

Then she heard Higashinoji's words, and she opened her mouth with a look of disbelief.

Why did Higashinoji mention himself again?

"This... okay. Then I'll accept it."

After Higashinoji repeatedly emphasized, Madoka Fukushima finally nodded and accepted the sketch.

She obviously ignored the meaning of "give it to you" in Higashinoji's words.

But Higashikata didn't care either.

It's just a sketch of dark history. Is it possible that it can be sold for a lot of money?

Just take it and take it.

He turned his head and continued to concentrate on painting the white background on the canvas. Then after a while, Madoka Fukushima spoke again.
Chapter completed!