Real teaching, but diary flow

...Although his usual behavior doesn't show this at all.

But at least until he personally revealed his identity, Shiina Hiyori felt that she had no right to make the decision to be honest with Mashiro and lead the way on his behalf.

Beyond will, there is clearly more influence.

Judging from the school's attitude and the reward of that transfer ticket, Shiina Mashiro's world-class status has indeed attracted considerable attention.

This gaze might have an impact on him.

There are still many things and issues to consider.

If she had known beforehand that Mashiro was there for the diary, she might not have accepted the task of being her guide.

But now...

Let me be a good guide first.

“Well then, let’s go watch the sports festival from the stands first.” With a gentle smile, Hiyori Shiina said, “But we can only watch.”

If she wanted to achieve her goal of 'seeing' these people, she obviously had to go to the audience seats.

As for contact... let's hold off for now.

Shiina Mashiro nodded gently:

"Ah."

Did she know, or did she not know?

Hiyori Shiina is unclear.

But the sports festival.

It's open.

"boom--"

The dull gunshot signaled the start of the match. Sitting in the stands, Shiina Mashiro looked down, her eyes darting left and right, trying to find the 'god-like figure' she wanted to see.

Hiyori Shiina said nothing.

They neither helped her identify the target nor gave her any hints.

Of course, that wouldn't stop her from using her own eyes to look and confirm.

"—A two-faced person."

Even so, suddenly, at the start of the women's 100-meter race, Shiina Mashiro still reached out her hand.

"She is good-looking and appears very gentle, but she is very repressed inside."

Suddenly, without her noticing, she pulled out her diary.

Simple lines sketched out the face of an angel and the interior of a demon.

A girl named Kikyo Kushida leaps off the page.

The so-called spirituality seemed to manifest itself for the first time in her dry and uninteresting 'cartoons'.

“You came to the right place,” she said.

Kikyo Kushida crossed the finish line and then disappeared into the crowd back to the Red Team's rest area, vanishing from sight.

“Everyone here is very divine.” Shiina Mashiro stopped looking at the drawing and lowered her head to look at the simple drawing she had completed in just a few minutes.

too easy.

There are no complicated lines, no gorgeous backgrounds, no lines, and no dialogue.

All that remained was the girl's inner and outer sides, and those bright, expressive eyes.

But these paintings far exceeded her expectations.

Very... interesting.

Even without any dialogue, she could sense that this painting was fundamentally different from the ones she had drawn in the past.

So, as expected, coming here was the right decision.

"—Little Sister."

Looking up at the track below again, and seeing Horikita Suzune's flowing black hair, she immediately recognized her.

Intuition?

It must have been intuition.

Hiyori Shiina thought.

Geniuses are always like that; they don't follow logic.

The answers she derived from her own deductions and reasoning based on details and understanding, she could arrive at with just a glance, ignoring all other prerequisites.

If that's the case...

The moment I saw him, the moment I saw Che.

Will she also identify the author of Cheche's diary?

"..."

Like a divine general summoning his troops, Shiina Mashiro quickly identified the two people by using nicknames.

But soon, she hesitated.

"I can't find it, Alice." She lowered her head, then raised it again, looking at Shiina Hiyori with a hint of grievance and a plea for help.

Of course, she couldn't find Sakayanagi Arisu.

That woman's body was even weaker than Shiina Hiyori's, suffering from the worst congenital heart disease.

How could I possibly participate in the sports festival?

"She's not feeling well, so she's not here," Shiina Hiyori replied, gently fanning herself with a fan she'd somehow found.

As noon approached, the temperature, to be honest, was gradually rising.

Although the sunlight was blocked here, looking at the people below sweating profusely, one couldn't help but feel a bit stuffy.

Shiina Mashiro: "...What a pity."

"Then... there's also the fake man and old man Yamauchi."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze back to the men's hurdles competition, where the order had changed.

"We can't find a fake person."

"Grandpa Yamauchi... is so weak."

Although it was a project that everyone participated in, Kiyotaka Ayanokoji did not appear.

The reason is simple: his score was above the standard 50, which was in the absolute safe zone, so Asakusa Toru simply crossed out his entry form.

Anyway, it's not about deducting points from anyone else's score, but deducting points from his score is just right.

Even if we deduct it to the average level of Class D, it wouldn't be a problem.

Meanwhile, Haruki Yamauchi, who only participated in two events to get a point or two because his grades were too bad and refused to be at the bottom, was under the watchful gaze of Mashiro Shiina.

They easily secured the last place.

...It wasn't nearly as imposing and powerful as described in its previous diary entries.

If you were to look for someone based on your preconceived notions, you definitely wouldn't find Shiina Mashiro on Yamauchi's persona.

However, the screen will display the match currently in progress, as well as the roster for the current group.

That's why she was able to match "Uncle Yamauchi" with "Haruki Yamauchi".

But when she actually matched the description, Mashiro seemed very disappointed.

Weak, weak, weak, weak, weak.

No matter how you look at it, that inexplicable man can only give off this kind of feeling.

Weak, arrogant, and ignorant.

That was a face that was completely unworthy of the painting she had created, 'On the Throne'.

Mashiro originally wanted to make the painting complete, to fill in the face that hadn't been painted.

But now it seems she's going to be disappointed.

"...I'm tired."

Closing and putting away her diary, Shiina Mashiro snapped shut as if turning off a computer, then curled up and lay on Shiina Hiyori's lap.

Just like a kitten.

Hiyori Shiina had no intention of waking her up, nor did she let her off her lap.

That's how she was made to rest her head on her pillow, put down her fan, and watch Asakusa Tetsu's lively antics.

First, first, first, first, first.

If it weren't for her naturally reserved personality, she might have been like the other girls in Class A, waving her arms and cheering whenever he started a match.

Unfortunately, she still couldn't bring herself to shout out support.

When the morning sports festival came to an end, it was time for lunch break.

Hiyori Shiina intended to gently shake the girl curled up on her lap to wake her up.

But before that.

he came.

He had seen them long ago.

Their eyes met several times, and their words were exchanged several times.

He's coming to see Shiina Mashiro.

This means that he didn't really have any intention of hiding his identity.

"..."

...A bit of possessiveness is starting to creep in.

But never mind.

If we're really going to unleash possessiveness, the person who should unleash it most is Honami Ichinose, not her.

"Hiyori."

His voice rang out, and his gaze settled on Shiina Mashiro.

As if awakened, the curled-up pet girl whimpered and got up.

"—It's a diary."

Rubbing her blurry eyes, Shiina Mashiro cried out the moment her vision cleared.

Chapters 269-270 You don't understand comics enough, and you don't understand me enough.

"..."

"it's me."

He responded calmly, decisively, and resolutely.

There was no avoidance, no denial, and no pretentious utterances.

He simply... casually admitted it.

He would probably nod and admit it just as readily if anyone pointed it out to him.

However, he was clearly the first to so bluntly identify himself.

Only Shiina Mashiro.

"I am Shiina Mashiro." With one hand covering her chest, her gesture and expression subtly suggestive of a confession, Shiina Mashiro announced her name, then asked, "What is your name?"

"Didn't you call me 'Diary'?" Asakusa Tetsu raised an eyebrow.

"name."