Tokyo: Who would still fall in love after being spoiled?

Chapter 3: Finally, Inoue picks up his brush again

[Event End]

[Reward: 1000 points]

The final score was about ten to two, but he didn't look closely. The score in a badminton match wasn't important; all he needed was the points.

It was past three o'clock and the two classes in the afternoon had ended. Students who did not have any club activities could leave school.

'Badminton racket.'

He walked along the corridor of the school building leading to the Art Club and called out the system.

[Badminton racket - 20 points (one pair)]

[Note 1: Physical products are replicas of the corresponding physical products found nearby.]

[Note 2: Practical items are affected by many factors in reality, such as brand and material. If the host does not specify a specific brand, the system store will make matching recommendations based on the system evaluation criteria.]

He read the descriptions and checked out a few more products that came to his mind.

'MAX Coffee.'

【searching……】

[MAX Coffee - 1 point/can]

'milk'

Meiji Milk - 2 points per 1L bottle

'gold'

[Gold - 30 points/gram (granular)]

It is quite practical. It is not like the black market in games where products are randomly refreshed every day, or you can only buy these on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and only buy that on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays.

There is a corridor between the school building and the club building. After passing through the corridor and entering the club building, the first two classrooms you pass belong to the piano club.

The club building was originally an old school building, and the sound insulation effect of the building materials was not good enough to block out all sounds.

Before, when he passed by the corridor, he could always hear the sound of piano practice, which was either smooth or a little blocked.

Today it's surprisingly quiet.

He passed by the piano classroom and heard intermittent discussions coming from inside.

"I wonder when Mr. Igarashi's illness will be cured..."

"Sakurai didn't say the foreign aid would arrive today... I just don't know what their level is."

"Let's not talk about the level first, I hope it's a handsome male teacher."

"You don't want to learn piano properly with this kind of thinking?!"

"Hehe...think about something besides practicing the piano..."

The chatter of the piano club students completely disappeared after they passed another classroom.

He came to his senses and remembered that he seemed to have never painted in the art club... and he didn't carry any painting tools in the shoulder bag on his side.

He had just had coffee during gym class, and the excitement from his hard work on the field was still lingering in his body. He had originally planned to try to pick up his paintbrush again from today, but everyone from Nishimura to Amano to art supplies kept pouring cold water on his idea.

Although his behavior in PE class wasn't directed at Amano, it still seemed like it would cause him some annoyance...

It’s better to apologize next time you meet.

He walked into the art club. The seats of the students in the art club were arranged in a circle against the wall, and there were several desks put together in the middle of the classroom.

There was no still life on the table at this time. Seven or eight students who had already arrived at the club classroom were painting on their own.

The art club's teacher was sitting on the podium, yawning and fiddling with his phone.

On the blackboard was a simple and stylish slogan written in white chalk: "Color Practice!"

Inoue walked up to the podium, next to the teacher in charge, circled the attendance record as usual, and walked down the podium. The teacher in charge didn't pay attention to his arrival; instead, she raised her head when she saw him enter the classroom.

I stopped looking at my phone and just stared at what he wanted to do.

He walked around the art classroom, focusing on the students who had already arrived in the classroom and started practicing.

This was the first time in his life that he had walked into an art classroom, and he felt a sense of familiarity that was both long-lost and unfamiliar.

He even subconsciously put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and stopped next to a student who had the most paint and painting supplies. It was a girl.

"This girl..." He spoke out of habit, startling himself and quickly coughing. "Ahem, can I borrow your painting supplies? A piece of practice paper, any brush, and acrylic paint with the three primary colors and white will do..."

After thinking for a moment, he promised, "In return, if you have any painting problems in the future, you can come to me."

He didn't have high expectations, but he had been an art exam teacher for too long in his previous life, so he asked subconsciously.

If you can’t borrow, just use your points to buy one.

Only when he stood closer could he see the girl's face which was blocked by the easel.

She has medium-length hair draped over her shoulders, a palette-shaped hairpin on the right side of her forehead, light makeup on her face, and brown eyes.

She is not as pretty as Amano, but she is still pretty.

The unlucky girl who was asked the question by him looked up at him and continued to draw her own draft line.

The short-haired companion sitting next to her couldn't stand it anymore, so he leaned over to the unlucky girl's ear, pretending to whisper something, but actually speaking to him who was standing beside him -

"Does this person... have some mental problems?"

"How can you say that... You've also forgotten your painting supplies and had to borrow them from others, right?"

"Then why are you still leaving him alone? Why don't you respond? Don't you want to borrow it?"

"..."

"He said he could teach you. He's a guy who usually just checks in and has never painted a single picture... but he's pretty good-looking. Would you consider him?"

"Then why don't you borrow it?"

The two of them started chatting and left him aside.

Inoue was already browsing the points prices corresponding to various pigments in the system store.

"He didn't ask me... He must have been attracted by your looks! And... aren't you curious about what he can draw? Maybe I'm the worst artist in the art club!"

"Go, go, go--" The girl with medium-length hair pressed the face of the girl with short hair, pushed her away, and looked up at him.

"I can lend it to you..." She said, looking up at his dull face because he was browsing the Cyber Mart.

"..."

"Um..." The man with medium-length hair frowned and his voice gradually weakened.

"Can't I lend it to you? Sorry to bother you." He came to his senses and prepared to turn around and leave.

"Yes, yes!" The short-haired girl next to him was anxious and shouted at him. She immediately received a warning look from the art teacher and shrank back behind the easel.

The girl with medium-long hair did as he said, pulled out a paper from her shoulder bag, picked out a spare paintbrush, and handed it to him along with four acrylic paints that were hardly used.

"I'm just practicing... It's a bit of a waste to use this kind of paper, and I don't need so much paint." He couldn't help but say.

In his previous life, he was an art exam teacher and got drawing paper for free from students every day, but he was reluctant to use this kind of paper.

"Just use it if I tell you to..." the short-haired girl glared at him.

"There should be some unused easels in the classroom, but I don't have any extra palettes... Maybe the teacher can think of a way for you." The woman with medium-length hair said gently, and handed him the painting supplies without any regrets.

"You can just use mine!" The short-haired girl actively handed over her slightly dirty palette.

(End of this chapter)