Vol 2 Chapter 158: The forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, and the birds in the cage are no exception...

"Mr. Someone, this world is the truth!"
"Misaki-senpai, the truth cannot be used as a reason for you to steal the meat."
"The truth is dead!~"
"Does truth die for meat? Isn't it too tragic?"
Even if Misaki is still so noisy at the dining table, it is obviously a hot pot party to welcome new partners, but as the protagonist, Makishi completely becomes the background board.
"I heard that Xiao Zhenbai transferred to our school from England?"
Very good, Ren. Although your purpose is not pure, you at least did not neglect the protagonist.
"Interim student."
Hello, although I understand what you mean, one word is too short.
"The second grade of our school's art department."
Thanks for the explanation, Miss People Teacher. But at least you have to take care of your cousin and let her survive on this battlefield-like dining table, right?
"Come on, this is my trophy, someone's meat, I will feed it to you, Xiaobaibai."
I didn't expect Misaki-senpai's unexpected motherhood. But is your way of expressing love wrong?
"Thank you, Misaki."
Is it true that your thank you goal is also wrong?
Seeing that the surrounding atmosphere started to become lively, Xing Ke put down his chopsticks reluctantly, re-added the ingredients to the pot, and waited for it to boil.
"Ding Dong—"
Another text message came from the phone in my pocket.
[Item name: dinner question]
【Lord Ryunosuke’s dinner, please serve another one, please pack it and put it in front of 103. Avoid green onions and shiitake mushrooms. 】
[Sincerely, Little Maid]
Oh, by the way, there is still this product.
"Whose text message? Akasaka?"
Teacher Qianshi asked.
"What did Dragon say?"
Misaki's attention was drawn.
"Well, Ryunosuke's copy is packed separately, no green onions and shiitake mushrooms."
The star carving also conveyed the meaning of Ryunosuke.
"Sukiyaki doesn't need green onions and shiitake mushrooms, so don't you just have tofu and meat? Akasaka is also a person who doesn't understand the taste."
"Teacher Sengoku, who is inseparable from beer, does not understand the taste, and Ryunosuke is also miserable."
"Huh, little virgin, you know how good wine is."
With a cold snort, Teacher Qianshi ignored the star carving and continued to drink.
"I was reincarnated once and died because of patronizing 100,000 taverns, do you know the teacher?"
"Ah, has someone's previous life settings been updated? But isn't the method of death this time a pity?"
"Where? Drunk death is also a great way to die..."
At this moment, Xing Ke glanced at Zhen Bai sitting quietly eating green onions, and suddenly remembered the conversation just now, and asked:
"True white, you want to be enrolled in the art department, are you good at drawing?"
"I'm here to learn manga."
"Huh? Manga? Our school is indeed a famous school in this area. But it's a bit unexpected."
"What's the accident?"
"I should be talking about [Accidental] here? I want to say that it is really white. The ethereal impression you give is the kind of feeling that you are good at painting artistic oil paintings in that kind of huge floor-to-ceiling studio..."
Before the sound of Xingke had fallen, Senior Ren on the other side of Xingke's seat was a little surprised:
"Huh? Don't you know someone?"
"Do not know what is this?"
"By the way, you are someone who does not watch TV and magazineism...
Speaking of the name [Shiina Mashiro], it is synonymous with titles such as [Super Genius], [World Famous Modern Painter], and [Once in a Hundred Years]. "
"Huh? Super genius?"
"Yes, take a look at this, you can experience it yourself."
With that said, Mr. Ren took down a collection of paintings from the bookshelf on the side called "Shiina Mashiro".
He gave a piece of shiitake mushroom to his mouth and glanced at the painting collection, but he was still a little surprised.
Although Star Carving has never bothered to disdain popular artworks and antiques of various eras, the few really white paintings are only in prints, just looking at colors from a distance, but they truly give Star Carving a sense of spiritual shock... …
Looking up at the girl who was fighting with chopsticks and tofu, Xingke couldn't help but blurt out:
"The picture is like a person, very beautiful."
Maybe he noticed that Xingke was complimenting her, so Zhenbai turned his head to look directly at Xingke, and replied very seriously:
"Thank you."
……Ok?
Are these only?
"Hahaha... Someone who rarely praises girls, this guy who looks like a steel man, is now being opposed by the generals, and the topic can't continue...Hahaha..."
"Senior Ren, be quiet when eating."
"Hahaha—" by: Ren
"Did Xiao Baibai dump someone?" by: Misaki
"No, just thank him for the compliment." by: Really white
"Haha, you deserve it, little virgin!" by: Chiishi
"You guys are really wordy..." by: Someone
I did something that I was not good at, and I messed it up, I couldn't eat this meal.
Away from the noisy dining table, Xing Ke found a small bowl, chopped up the biscuits and ham and added milk, and placed it in front of the little white cat who was shrinking at the door.
"...I now really feel once again why some people like animals more than humans."
………………
As night passes, morning arrives, and the passage of time is generally only the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon.
Last night was a good time to write code all night, so the morning is generally listless.
Although it is not clear where the inspiration for the night came from, this fact alone cannot be denied.
After feeding the new cat, Xingke is ready to embark on the journey to school.
"Long bow!~"
But it was stopped by a certain people's teacher.
"Anything? Teacher."
"Our dormitory, after all deliberation, you are the only one who can live in."
"Yes, I don't deny that I am the only one here who is a normal person, at most I am a normal person who lives longer."
"...Indeed, except for secondary disease and delusion, you are still a normal person, so go get Zhenbai to get up! Today you take care of her a little bit."
"Oh—it can be, but I just went to the female dormitory on the second floor so openly, is it really okay?"
"Oh... this is nothing you can do, you go first! But, you have to pay attention to—"
Speaking of Mr. Qianshi, his expression became serious:
"Since you have accepted this task~EbookFREE.me~ you have to take responsibility! Understand?"
Although I don't understand why Mr. Qianshi begs himself so solemnly, Xingke still agreed without caring.
It’s just that when Xingke ignored the whiteboard on the wall of the stairs that said [Men forbidden] for the first time, and came to the door of the room with the [True White Room] sign, knocked on the door without responding, so after entering it without authorization... …
Xingke seemed to be faintly aware of something.
The scenes in the room are like being swept by a storm, whether it's underwear + clothes or , tops or skirts, all are abandoned in every corner of the room, no matter the bed + the table or the table and chairs.
Based on instinct alone, Xingke began to look for the owner of the room, and soon found a blond girl wrapped in a quilt under the table.
"Get up, really white."
Seeing this girl who didn't fall asleep in a normal place, and reminiscing about her identity as a young artist and her behavior yesterday, Xing Ke already had a rough answer in her heart.
"Good morning, someone."
It's just that, now that I have witnessed the male human being ignoring appearing in my room, getting out of the bed, and still in the state of being completely white, Xingke completely affirmed his answer
This kind of thing in the art world is not uncommon, especially among art families that have passed on for generations.
There is no common sense of society and ordinary people's three views, a bird in a cage with one heart only above the work.
Either man-made, or innate temperament, this kind of ethereal spirit that does not belong to this mortal world, is rendered incomparably dust under the bright morning sun, making the stars involuntarily stunned there, and even produced Such an illusion:
This girl, her existence is itself a work of art...