All the people who like me are other people’s girlfriends! ?

The girl glanced at Qingye out of the corner of her eye while painting. She cleared her throat and took the initiative to speak:

"Are you...writing a novel?"

If she was facing any other ordinary boy, she would never talk to him like this, but if it was this guy...

"How do you know?" Qingye looked at her strangely.

"I saw it by chance..."

Eriri subconsciously exerted force with her hands, and the chalk head broke in half.

Qingye said "oh" and didn't think much about it.

"finished."

At this time, Eriri put down the chalk in her hand, took two steps back, looked at the blackboard in front of her which was filled with a large picture of a person, and nodded with satisfaction.

When Qingye heard the sound, he subconsciously stood up and looked up.

The orange light fell on the blackboard and Eriri's dazzling blonde hair. The girl on the blackboard who was smiling and extending her hand, and the blonde girl in front of her, reflected each other, like the inside and outside of a painting.

He was a little surprised, because with the talent of a skilled painter, he could see more clearly the exquisite grasp of space and expression in this composition. Now that he had not practiced and upgraded his painting skills, Eriri was definitely much better than him.

Apart from anything else, as a 2D artist, he really likes Eriri's painting skills.

But why should one avoid the job that one is best at? Kiyono cannot empathize with Eriri, who is obviously a otaku but refuses to admit it, and behaves one way on the outside and another on the inside.

"In middle school and high school, it's normal for boys and girls to play games, watch anime, and read comics, right? Why should you be afraid of being discovered?"

Qingye asked curiously. He could understand it in elementary school, after all, he had encountered that kind of thing. However, with the progress of the times, the second dimension is no longer a derogatory term. Of course, the severe ones are not included.

"Hmph, what do you know? If I draw a doujinshi...if people knew that I draw 2D, I would definitely be laughed at."

Eriri crossed her arms over her chest and spoke through gritted teeth.

"It's the other way around! I think if others knew your true identity, they might just kneel down and worship you. I've seen a few stay-at-home types in my class these days."

Qingye teased her a few times, but didn't rub salt into her wounds. He continued to lower his head and organize the decorations for the cultural festival.

"It's even scarier, okay?"

Eriri rolled her eyes and started working. She took out a cherry blossom lantern from Kiyono's cardboard box, then stood in front of the locker, moved a table over, and tried to stand on the table to hang the lantern, but she was always a few centimeters short.

Originally, this kind of thing should be done by a boy, but he is about the same height as me, so it doesn't matter who does it.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and could only move the chair next to her over. This time she could hang it up easily. At this moment -

"ah!"

The girl let out a scream, and the wooden chair under her feet tilted to the right. Her center of gravity became unstable, her vision spun, and she was about to fall forward.

This must be very painful... The girl closed her eyes in fear.

But the imagined pain did not come.

She felt the warmth.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing that caught her eye was a handsome face. She raised her head, and he happened to lower his head as well. From this angle, she could see his delicate features and bright eyes, which seemed to contain flowers and early spring, clear and crystal clear.

Was he holding me...? Or rather, falling into his arms...

My lips are dry and my heart is beating faster.

Her fair and pretty face was covered with blush as if she was drunk, so delicate that the pink soon spread to her earlobes and swan-like neck.

"Be careful."

Qingye looked concerned, but there was no sense of helplessness or compulsion. After all, the girl didn't do it on purpose.

"Um……"

All kinds of complicated emotions surged in her heart, and Yinglili's eyes sparkled as she spoke softly.

She was just about to ask Qingye to let her go, but at this moment, two male voices suddenly sounded in their ears from far away.

"Ryouya, didn't you say that all your beautiful girl figurines are your wives? How could you forget your wife in the drawer of the classroom?"

"No, it can't be helped. I played games all night yesterday and accidentally overslept today... I'm sorry, Miss Shinano, I will definitely make amends to you later!"

That voice, always full of enthusiasm and seemingly endless energy, made Eriri's whole body freeze.

Lun, Lun?

And at this very moment! ?

Eriri took one look at the two of them hugging each other and gasped.

And Qingye's eyes twitched. Why did it turn out like this?

At this moment, the two looked at each other, and completely different thoughts emerged in their hearts.

——Hide quickly, we can’t let Ren see this, he will definitely be misunderstood!

——Don't panic! It's just an accident!

In a flash, Eriri's awareness and actions were better. She directly pulled Qingye into the triangular gap behind the locker. In the narrow space, their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Then, two male classmates opened the back door of the classroom and walked in.

"Huh? Was there any strange noise just now?" Aki Tomoya pushed his glasses curiously and looked around the classroom.

Hearing the voice of her childhood sweetheart, Eriri subconsciously shrank into Qingye's arms, feeling even more the fresh scent of morning dew on Qingye's body and the boy's hot body. Her pretty face flushed red, and her extreme shyness made her eyes roll around.

I, I draw books, but I don’t want to be a weird heroine!

Qingye, who was also forced to stick close to the girl, felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes, he could see the girl's high nose bridge and watery eyes, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in the girl's sweet scent. The warm breath hit his face, making his waist weak.

Why are you pulling me? He couldn't explain it even if he wanted to! Qingye simply closed his eyes. The body of a junior high school student was too weak.

Eriri's body suddenly froze. The footsteps were slowly approaching, and her childhood sweetheart seemed to be approaching.

What if I get discovered?

In a hurry, she could only open her dry lips and trembled and called out twice:

“Meow, meow…”

The gentle voice echoed in the classroom, making the atmosphere quiet.

——You are kidding me! It’s no use pretending like that!

"So it's a cat?" Tomoya Aki stopped near the locker.

——Don’t believe it!

The otaku shook his head, returned to his seat, picked up the figure, and left with his friend.

Passed, passed...

When the classroom returned to silence, the two people, whose hearts were hanging in their throats, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time - Qingye was completely forced.

The Pure Love Warrior sighed helplessly, and this sigh woke Eriri from her trance, and even her eyes became subtle.

"Why do you look so disgusted?! You're like a humiliated knight!"

I am the helpless heroine, okay!

"Just explain it..." Qingye walked out of the locker and snorted in dissatisfaction. He found that these loser heroines always made the most wrong choices at critical moments.

"There's no way around it!"

The blonde girl jumped out and fanned her cheeks with her hands as if they were a small fan. The scene she had seen before emerged uncontrollably in her mind.

This guy... is surprisingly good-looking. He's still in junior high school.

She quickly shook her head to get rid of the strange image in her mind.

"that……"

Hearing the girl's call, Qingye turned around.

"Thank you for what you did just now..."

Eriri faced him, her fair face slightly flushed, and her voice had a hint of arrogance that was unique to her, as well as a hint of embarrassment, a hint of shyness, and a hint of boldness. They mixed together to form a unique girlish sentiment.

A young girl is like a bright flower, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off her.

Isn't this something that can be said nicely?

"Don't be so stupid next time, Miss Sawamura." Kiyono said to her with a smile.

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?083. The Basement Under the Snow and Old Eight's Descendance [9K5]

In the quiet and elegant wooden house, the young man sat upright in front of the computer, with a glint of wisdom in his eyes, as if he was not facing a cold, blank document, but standing on the long river of time and space, quietly overlooking everything.

He saw the mournful songs and dances of the geishas, ​​the secluded girls of the Heian period kneeling before low tables, brushes in hand, stroke by stroke, the poems that had flowed silently for millennia, the dazzling fireworks...

Lightning of thought is bursting out, Qingye's smile contains all the mysteries of the world, and his mind has already seen through the origin of literature.

He saw it! He saw it all! He also saw a bridge sprouting from beneath his feet. On the other side of the bridge, those amazing writers were smiling brightly at him: Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Kawabata Yasunari, and even Dazai Osamu, with his melancholic smile...

It's now!

A gleam of light flashed in Qingye's eyes, and his fingers were placed on the keyboard, ready to perform a graceful and fast dance, but at this moment, with a "rustle", the paper door was opened, and Yukinoshita Haruno walked in holding a cardboard box.

She looked at the boy, who was as still as a statue, and tilted her head. "Hmm? Sorry, did I disturb you?"

"Not really."

The speed of the dance became that of an old turtle. Qingye sighed. Anyway, he didn't have any inspiration...

"By the way, what are you holding in your hand?" He glanced at Sister Yang Nai.

"Qiangqiang, this is a gift for you!"

Yukinoshita Haruno put down the cardboard box, took out something from it with a smile and showed it to him - it was a modern painting by Ryunosuke Akutagawa. Next, she proudly took out portraits of literary masters from all ages.

"Don't you want to win a literary award, Kiyono? That's why I'm lending you all my power as a great writer."

"This isn't Dragon Ball," Qingye complained.

"This is to let you learn the spirit of your predecessors. Ah, Mr. Dazai Osamu, please don't learn it. I don't want to commit suicide for love with my younger brother in the future... Come to think of it, it seems not bad."

Yang No said something extraordinary in a sunny and cheerful tone.

By the way, the person who committed suicide with the leader of depression was his mistress.

Kiyono Mingzhi did not respond to this topic. He stood up and helped her hang several paintings on the wall. Although he felt that it was unnecessary, it was also the girl's good intention.

"Huh...it's so hot."

It was approaching summer, and beads of sweat appeared on Yukinoshita Haruno's forehead. She lifted her skirt to get some fresh air.

Only then did he notice that Yang No was wearing a pink and white off-shoulder miniskirt with an exquisite bow tied around her waist. Layers of lace embellished the exquisite skirt. Her slightly shorter hair was draped over her shoulders, and sparkling earrings hung on her round ears. Her amazingly slender legs were exposed to the air for everyone to see. Her fashion was cute in a way that suited her age.

A carefully crafted aroma filled the room.

...Did she just come back from a party?

Qingye muttered, he is a young man now, he should be a little more careful!

Yukinoshita Haruno didn't care about all this. She picked up a fashion magazine that she had prepared long ago from the cardboard box, and casually lay on the boy's bed and started flipping through it. If there was any girl he knew who paid the most attention to dressing up, it would definitely be Haruno.

"Xiao Qingye, don't worry about me. Just focus on writing." Her voice was lazy.

Qingye, who had already figured out her little devil character, took a deep breath and ignored her.

"...This outfit is so cool, but it doesn't suit me."

Yang Nai turned another page.

"Ah, this panda necklace is also very cute, I want it."

She flipped through most of the magazine carelessly, then threw the book aside. She propped up her face and observed the pretty boy for a while. After confirming that he was scratching his head and making no progress, she spoke with confidence:

"Brother-kun, when are you going to submit your article? Do you need your sister to accompany you?"

"About half a year or so." Qingye stopped torturing himself, took his hands off the keyboard, and looked peaceful.

"Hey... so fast, can I show you the manuscript?"

Yukinoshita Haruno's eyes sparkled. She and her mother had always known Kiyono's goal, but they had never really taken it to heart. Or rather, they had not taken it to heart at this stage. After all, no one would expect a junior high school student to write a world-shaking article, but Kiyono had really taken one firm step at a time.