The strongest high school student in Japan

The son of Matsukata Masayoshi, a veteran of the Meiji Restoration and former Prime Minister, was fascinated by Western art and purchased many paintings by famous painters in Europe. Unfortunately, during the economic crisis, Matsukata Kojiro went bankrupt and most of his collections were destroyed or lost during the war. The remaining collections remained in France and were sent back to Japan after the war and collected in the National Museum of Western Art.

Unfortunately, Matsukata Kojiro had died by then, and he would never be able to see his collection return to his country.

"Yes - during the war, because Japan was an enemy country, the French government confiscated these collections. After the war, the government and the descendants of the Matsukata family asked the French government to return them. The French government put forward a condition that a French architect must be hired to build a special art collection museum before they would return them. The government agreed, so this building was built. It was completed in 1959. The designer was the famous French architect Le Corbusier - of course, these paintings also became government assets." Asana looked at the building in front of him, and then added some details, "What my mother hated most was that the collections of our ancestors were privately transferred between the two governments, so she has always hated this place."

"I see—" Jun Mogami nodded.

"They are clearly a defeated country but they can act like a victorious country. This is truly the French way of doing things." Then Mogami Jun couldn't help but complain.

"Eh? What?" Asana didn't hear clearly, so she asked.

"Ah, nothing, just a casual remark--" Mogami Jun shrugged. "The collection here originally belonged to the Matsukata family. How much is it worth?"

"Probably... a few hundred million dollars at least?" Asana replied after a moment's hesitation. "Some of them may be difficult to estimate with a price."

"Wow——" Jun Mogami couldn't help but exclaim.

Although he had never liked Mrs. Izumo, he could understand her feelings on this matter.

Our ancestors' precious collections were confiscated by the French government and exhibited as government assets after being sent back to the country. It would be hard to be at peace with themselves after suffering such a heavy loss.

"Okay, let's not talk about these old things, let's go in and take a look." Asana easily changed the subject, "The National Museum of Western Art itself is a work of art. It has now been listed as a World Cultural Heritage. The works of famous artists are indeed extraordinary..."

As she spoke, she walked in with Jun Mogami.

Unlike Mrs. Matsukata, who was still obsessed with her natal family after getting married, Asana did not identify with the Matsukata family name, so she did not feel any pain at all. When talking about this matter, her attitude was very objective and she gave the building the high praise it deserved.

The ticket to the National Museum of Western Art was only a few hundred yen, and minors under 18 years old were admitted free of charge, so they were able to enter without any hindrance.

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Le Corbusier advocated the concept of "growing art museum". Throughout his architectural career, there were only a few buildings where he had the opportunity to implement his aesthetics, and the National Museum of Western Art in Japan was one of them.

The building can grow infinitely outward like a spiral shell, but it does not simply spiral outward like a flower scroll. Instead, it forms four passages inside that radiate in all directions, powerfully unifying the overall structure of the building.

They walked into the center of the first floor, which was a double-height hall lit by a skylight. The designer named it the "19th Century Hall". Bright light shone through the triangular atrium above their heads, and the ingenious "cross" composed of architectural structures was projected onto the sculptures placed in the hall.

The two of them walked along the corridor along the wall, admiring the works of art.

Of course, it was mainly Asana who was appreciating the art - Mogami Jun's artistic taste was only at the entry level, and his own interest was not very strong. He just followed here to keep Asana company. His eyes lingered here, like a tourist who came to a tourist attraction.

There were very few people around, so it was very quiet.

Even though it is a holiday now, people are not very interested in coming here to experience art. They would rather participate in those seemingly "vulgar" entertainment activities. After all, the so-called art is just entertainment for a small number of people.

However, as long as Asana is there for him, he will never get bored.

Because the light in the building had dimmed, Asana's originally fair skin now looked even more translucent, and the skin on her shoulders and back swayed gently in front of him, almost like a work of art on display.

"Chun?" At this moment, Asana's call interrupted his reverie.

"Well, what's wrong?" Mogami Jun asked back.

"It's... it's a rare opportunity to meet alone like today..." Asana whispered, "Can I... can I give you some advice?"

"Don't be so polite, just tell me what you want to say." Mogami Jun couldn't help but laugh, "Don't worry, I have a strong enough psychological endurance, and I will never lose my temper, especially to Asana."

Perhaps encouraged by his last words, Asana's face turned slightly red.

"If Jun encounters anything unhappy, you can also tell Asana. After all, we should help each other, right?"

295, White Lies

"If Jun encounters anything unhappy, you can also tell Asana. After all, we should help each other, right?"

"Huh?" Asana's words made Mogami Jun wonder. "Why do you say that, Asana?"

"Is Jun worried about anything recently?" Asana asked again.

"Well..." Mogami Jun pondered for a moment.

It would be a lie to say that there were no such things, but those troubles were things that Asana couldn't help with, so there was no point in telling her.

"Who doesn't have some troubles in life? But don't worry, I will get through it and it won't affect my mood." After a moment, Mogami Jun replied with a smile, "Thank you for your kindness, Asana."

He didn't expect that facing his smile, Chaona seemed a little annoyed and looked at him blankly.

"So, in Chun's eyes, I... am just someone who is not worthy of sharing your feelings?"

"Huh?!!" Mogami Jun was even more confused by Asana's sudden question. "Why would you think that?"

After a moment, he realized that he was still in the art gallery and had an obligation to remain quiet, so he deliberately lowered his voice again, "Asana, I didn't think so. What happened? Why did you suddenly say such a thing?"

"I'm sorry... I'm just a little unhappy." Chaona lowered his head slightly, "A few days ago, I received a call from my aunt."

"..." Mogami Jun probably understood what happened. "My mother called you? What did she say?"

A few days ago, he and his mother had a quarrel about Sigihara-senpai. His mother was furious at the time, but unexpectedly, she called Asana afterwards.

Maybe she felt that it would be easy for her to have a falling out with her son, so she planned to use Asana to mend the relationship between mother and son.

"Auntie said that you were in a bad mood recently and had a lot of troubles... and you had a fight, so you complained to me." Asana replied in a low voice, "Although Auntie didn't tell me what you were fighting about, I think, with Chun's personality, if it has come to this, he must have encountered some serious trouble, right? So... so I thought, no matter what, I should help a little, even if it's just a little, it's better than staying out of it."

Judging from what Asana said, her mother did not explain in detail the reason and details of the quarrel between her and Asana.

It seems that she also feels that some things involve huge implications, so she is unwilling to explain everything.

So, why did Mom involve Asana?

Mogami Jun looked at Asana.

No need to ask, he must want Asana to impress him so that he won't be so "infatuated" with the senior.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

On the surface, Mom didn't say a single word of command on this topic, but her actions had already revealed her inner inclination. She obviously felt that Asana was more suitable for her.

However, he didn't find it strange.

Although it may seem a bit unfair to say this to the senior, but objectively speaking, if a mother has a choice between the senior and Asana, most people would choose Asana as her daughter-in-law, right?

"Jun?" Asana felt shy and anxious because Jun Mogami had been staring at her blankly. "Why don't you say anything?"

Jun Mogami finally reacted, so he smiled bitterly and began to explain to her.

"Actually, it's not as serious as you think. My mom and I didn't have a fight, we just had some disagreements. My mom probably wanted to make an excuse... to let us meet. I'm sorry for making you worry for nothing, please don't be angry..."

“Huh…? Is that so?” Asana was stunned and took a deep breath.

Asana opened her mouth, revealing her white teeth, and the moist luster on her lips made Mogami Jun finally realize that she was wearing light-colored lipstick.

This beautiful and silly look suddenly aroused an urge in Jun Mogami to pick up his phone to take a picture of her and preserve it forever.

But he certainly wouldn't do anything so rash and impetuous.

"You're not angry, are you?" After a moment, Jun Mogami asked carefully.

"No, of course not! How could I be angry with my aunt!" Asana immediately shook her head, "After all, this is actually your fault--"

"Ah? Blame me?" Mogami Jun was puzzled.

"If Chun can always please Auntie, then why would she do this?" Asana narrowed her eyes slightly and pursed her lips slightly. "Besides, if I keep ignoring you, Auntie won't be able to stand it, right? This is probably what they call a white lie, right?"

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Mogami Jun sighed helplessly. "I didn't ignore you, did I? Didn't you call me and invite me to come directly?"

"Then if I didn't call you, you would ignore me, right..." Chaona frowned slightly, and his eyes became sharp, "I remember we agreed to contact each other more often in the future, right? But you haven't called each other these days?"

Mogami Jun was actually speechless.

"There's been a lot going on lately..." He could only answer reluctantly in the end.

"But you just said that you didn't encounter any troubles?" Asana asked immediately, "So, in Jun's heart, I am just an existence that can be forgotten after a little busy work, right...?"

Nice!

This blow directly forced him into a corner, and he was at a loss for words. He had to either admit that he lied, or admit that he didn't care about Asana - and either option was totally unacceptable.

Mogami Jun didn't expect that when Asana got serious, her words could be so sharp that it was hard to resist.

"Don't be angry, Asana." Mogami Jun finally had to throw up his hands to show his surrender. "I admit that I was wrong. I'm sorry."

Seeing Mogami Jun's rare submissive look, Asana smiled slightly, but soon put on a stern face again, not letting the person on the other side notice any sign.

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"It's not about arguing about who's right or wrong... I'm just saying that everyone should just do what they promised to each other... That way, the elders won't have to worry about them, right?"

"You're right, all right." Mogami Jun could only nod repeatedly.

"Then..." Asana dragged out the tone, as if waiting for him to realize it.

"I will try my best to keep in touch with you, and I will never break my promise again!" Mogami Jun answered very seriously, "And today, I will cheer up and accompany you for as long as you want, as an apology."

"Thank you then~" Asana finally smiled again, regaining her gentle demeanor just now. "Okay, let's continue shopping~ I'll be your tour guide. It's great that Jun didn't run into any trouble!"

Then, Asana enthusiastically took Jun Mogami to stroll through the corridors of the art museum. Every time she passed by a famous oil painting hanging on the wall, she would stop and explain it to Jun Mogami in a low voice.

Because of her family background, Asana has a wealth of knowledge in this area, and her explanations are very detailed, making even Jun Mogami, who knows little about art and art history, listen with great interest.

Of course, more importantly, staying with Asana, looking at her face, listening to her voice, and occasionally glancing at the white skin swaying on her chest is a rare enjoyment in itself.

The mother didn't worry at all that her trick would be exposed, because as long as Asana stood in front of her, it was impossible not to be moved.

Even though I knew her plan, I couldn't resist. This feeling was really unpleasant.

But would it really be unpleasant to stand with Asana?

Are the suggestions given by our elders always wrong?

Everyone likes Asana, is that a mistake?

He already knew the answers to these questions, so he was a little confused.

"This painting is called 'Admiral Vito Bisani'. It was created by Giovanni Battista Tiepolo, a famous modern Italian painter. It was probably created in 1743." Asana pointed to a painting on the wall and explained in a low voice, "Vito Bisani was an important naval commander of the Republic of Venice. He made great contributions in the war between Venice and another Italian city-state, Genoa. According to legend, he defeated the Genoese navy without any damage in the Battle of Anzio in 1378, and captured several of its warships to join his own fleet. He became a hero of Venice at the time, and also became a legendary commander admired by later generations..."

Jun Mogami followed Asana's line of sight and looked at the painting hanging on the wall.

There are large white clouds on the sea, and angels and generals in armor floating in the white clouds.

However, his attention was soon attracted by another oil painting.

The background of the picture is a forest, and in the open space in the forest, there is a group of half-naked men and women.

"This is 'Dance of Settiri, the Goddess of the Forest, and the Goddess'. It was painted by Claude Lorrain, one of the most famous painters of the French Baroque period. Several of his paintings are still in the Louvre..." Asana's voice was a little hesitant, as if he was a little ashamed of the picture, "Don't keep looking at those things! It's a bit frivolous..."

"But the reason why painters paint these and make them so lifelike is for people to see, right?" Mogami Jun retorted with a smile, "Besides, isn't painting art itself about showing the beauty of reality? Why should you feel ashamed? Asana, you've seen so many oil paintings with your father, aren't you used to it yet?"

After being teased by Mogami Jun, Asana immediately blushed.

"How...how can I get used to it? I just jumped over it!"

Then she glared at Mogami Jun, seemingly dissatisfied with his malicious speculation about her.

"In comparison, I... I still prefer calligraphy."

"Yeah, I understand, I understand." At this time, Jun Mogami didn't dare to joke anymore and could only nod repeatedly.

"By the way, Asana, did you use any perfume today?" Mogami Jun suddenly asked.

"Eh?!" Asana was a little uncomfortable with Jun Mogami's sudden change of subject.

"My nose is quite sensitive..." Mogami Jun smiled a little embarrassedly, "I just noticed that I have never smelled the fragrance on you before. Of course, I am not saying that you didn't smell good before, it's just that the fragrance is different."

"Jun, you seem to be very familiar with these..." Asana was a little shy.

“Huh…?” Mogami Jun was shocked at the time and quickly retorted, “No, I’m not familiar with these things, but… I smelled the scent of Asana many times when I was carrying you over there, and the impression was quite deep, so I immediately recognized that it was different today…”

As he spoke, Mogami Jun felt even more embarrassed, secretly regretting how he had led the topic to such a delicate point.

It's like she's teasing me, I wonder if Asana will get angry.

As for Asana, she blushed so much that she was speechless.

There is no doubt that she had dressed up carefully today. Not only did she dress up carefully, but her good friends and friends in the society also became important advisers. With everyone's collective efforts, she used a style that she had never had before.

Everyone helped to pick out the clothes, and the nail polish, lipstick and perfume were also selflessly contributed by the sisters.

Before leaving, Senior Umemiya personally put on makeup for her, which can be said to be a full armament for the girl.

She felt everyone's kindness and became more unwilling to disappoint everyone's expectations.

"So what do you think?" She suppressed her shyness with great effort and asked in a low voice.