How to Develop the King of Anime

Chapter [-] Come to my house at night!

Jingu Yao just stared blankly at the real white paintbrush, she never hesitated, as if she instinctively knew where the next stroke should be drawn, every stroke was vivid, let the labra in the paper Many dogs are about to come out.

After crossing over, the superiority disappeared in an instant. If Jingu Yao's painting skills are small, then Zhenbai's painting skills are the real peaks and peaks.

Jingu Yao doesn't know much about drawing, but he has studied systematically to draw CG drawings for drawing people. Because of this, he is not as amazed at drawing things in white as ordinary people. True, but marvel at the wonderful peaks and peaks of those random strokes.

"This is……"

Seeing a thick book on the table, the large characters on it came into Jingu Yao's eyes, making him breathless - Shiina Mashiro's Paintings.

He glanced at Zhenbai, the girl was still immersed in the world of paintings, and there was no response to his arrival, Jingu Yao hesitated for a while, but picked up the album on the table uninvited.

A book is a publication, that is to say, this book is not a collection made by Zhenbai or her family, but is made for sale by the publishing house after understanding her talents and her commercial nature. thing.

Turning the page, it is no longer a simple sketch, but a real oil painting, the empty fields, the bright starry sky, the vast sea, the majestic mountains, the layers of white clouds, and the gardens in full bloom.

The shock of each picture comes from the surface. Jingong Yao slowly turned over, breathing more and more quickly, and the shock on his face was undisguised.

Really, it's amazing...

Jingu Yao really doesn't know what adjective to use to describe it, but he can only say, it's amazing!

'What have you been doing in the UK? '

'draw. '

The simple question at the supermarket not long ago reverberated in his mind. At this time, Jingu Yao finally understood that perhaps this girl had nothing else in her life except painting.

This mature oil painting with esoteric artistic conception is definitely not something that can be explained by so-called genius. It is a painting that can be completed by immersing in it even if it has a wonderful talent.

Unconsciously, under the glass window, a lonely girl is sitting quietly in front of the drawing board, immersing herself in it, day after day, year after year, except for painting. Nothing else, even the most basic common sense of life has been lost.

Jingu Yao's heart warmed, and the irritability of thinking about taking care of Shiro and the depression of taking care of someone who didn't even know the basic knowledge of life disappeared.

Children who work hard are pitiful. This girl, this girl called Shiina Mashiro, deserves to be taken care of by herself, not because of her beauty and cuteness, but because of her pure and pure heart. , and the passion and relentless immersion in his field.

"kindness?"

Feeling that someone was watching him, Jingu Yao sighed and closed the picture book, raised his head and looked, only to find that Shiro was staring straight at him.

Being stared at by the girl's beautiful eyes without fireworks, let the impetuous and dirty Jingu Yao feel a little more ashamed. He subconsciously turned his head and did not dare to look at each other. He pretended to be calm and said, "Are you finished?"

Although it is an interrogative sentence, but the tone is very certain, Jingu Yao has some understanding, if she has not finished drawing, Shiina Mashiro will definitely not divert her attention.

"Well, it's finished."

He lifted his own painting and lifted it gently, as if to show it to Jingu Yao.

"It's great... that's all I can say, because I'm not qualified to evaluate."

After a moment of silence, Jingu Yao sighed, feeling somewhat ashamed.

Shiina Mashiro, she is a real girl with unparalleled artistic talent, and she has worked hard for it. Perhaps the price of getting these is the pure white paper she is now without common sense.

The corner of Shiro's mouth moved, Jingu Yao didn't know if it was an illusion, he seemed to see her smile slightly.

"Let's eat first."

Seriously put away this sketch of Zhenbai, and led her to the dining table.

"Can you use chopsticks?"

Jingu Yao raised his chopsticks and made a demonstration of eating.

If Zhenbai doesn't know how to use it, then he will teach and feed it. He is not too resistant to taking care of this girl.

Mashiro raised his head and looked at Jingu Yao slightly, then picked up the chopsticks on the table.

"It turned out to be useful."

With imperceptible disappointment in his tone, Jingu Yao suddenly wanted to feed her food himself.

Zhenbai eats very slowly, like a kitten pecking at food, but Jingu Yao won't follow her speed, eating in big mouths and filling her stomach is the most important thing...

The dinner for the two was very fast, and Zhenbai's appetite was also very small, and it didn't take long, just enough to eat and drink.

"Are you going to class tomorrow?"

Picking up the scraps on the table, Jingu Yō originally wanted Mashiro to help, but the idea was rejected as soon as it appeared, I'm afraid she's doing a disservice.

"Yes, I'm going to class tomorrow."

"Learn to draw?"

"kindness……"

"I don't think you need to go..."

He couldn't help but complain.

Jingu Yao felt that Shiina Mashiro would definitely be stronger than those teachers.

"Why do you want to come to Japan? If you want to learn oil painting, it should be better in the UK. It's Western-style painting after all."

"I want to be a cartoonist."

Shiina Mashiro spoke in a very clear tone without any hesitation.There was determination in her eyes.