The Infinite Powerhouse Mixed in the Comics

Jiang Jing glanced at the corner, then nodded, "Okay, class is about to start, see you, Sigong."

"Goodbye, Mr. Kanda... classmate."

After Jiang Jing went upstairs and left, a cute head with pink hair appeared at the corner of the stairs below.

Fujiwara Chika ran upstairs excitedly: "Kaguya Kaguya, this is really Shenten, the author of Dragon and Tiger? I didn't expect to be in the same school as us."

Because she wants to get into the topic with her classmates, build a good relationship and then attack each other, Chika Fujiwara has also watched Dragon and Tiger, which suddenly exploded this month, and is deeply addicted to it.

"It's him." Kaguya Shinomiya's polite smile disappeared, and she said calmly, somewhat unable to understand the reason for Chika Fujiwara's excitement.

Because she has been taught by the heirs of the emperor-like big family, Shinomiya Kaguya has never been exposed to these things that are useless to the big family.

"Hui Ye, you can help me get an autograph next time, no, I'd better find an opportunity to ask him for an autograph."

"Ha, if I take out the author Shentian's signature, I will definitely be able to easily break into the circle of those new classmates, and it will also be very helpful for me to join the student union to attract people." At this time, the pink-haired girl had already started to beat herself up It's a small abacus.

Shinomiya Kaguya frowned slightly, and reminded: "You can sign if you want, but don't say anything, I promised that people will not expose his identity as a writer at school."

"I know, Kaguya, when the time comes, I will say that my family has a relationship with the publishing house, and I got the information from there."

"What's the difference between that and what I said?"

Fujiwara Chika put her arms around Shinomiya Kaguya's arm very familiarly: "Oh, this is not important, let's go to class, we will join the student union after class, how about you as the president and me as the vice president."

The girl editor who appeared suddenly was just an episode for Jiang Jing.

Looking at the time, Jiang Jing didn't go back to the classroom, but ran to the art classroom. He seemed to have never seen Shiina Mashiro in class.

In the second grade classroom of art department, the four classes in the morning are teaching professional textbook knowledge, and the class in the afternoon is painting. There are only a dozen students in a classroom, which can be said to be very empty.

Standing outside the door, through the transparent glass river view on the door, I can see the students sitting in front of the easel and concentrating on painting. The teacher is walking around, and will guide softly when he sees a problem.

Shiina Mashiro was no exception, sitting by the window and concentrating on painting.

But imperceptibly, the other students are subconsciously far away from her. There is not a single classmate around her, and the sun shines on her through the glass, making her look a little lonely.

Even that teacher subconsciously didn't pass Shiina Mashiro's side, it seemed that she had been hit by Shiina Mashiro's amazing talent, and she was subconsciously afraid and afraid to get close.

Gently pushing the door open, Jiang Jing walked in, glanced at the students lightly, ignored the frowning teacher, and quietly came behind Shiina Mashiro.

The students in the art department all knew Jiang Jing. Although he was a little dissatisfied with him coming in during class time to inquire about him like the teacher, he just showed dissatisfied eyes, and then continued to complete his homework under the teacher's gaze.

The middle-aged teacher gave Jiang Jing a non-disturbing look, and didn't say anything to tell him to go out.

In Shui Gao, Jiang Jing can be regarded as a celebrity. He lives in Yinghuazhuang. He is late for class every day, sleeps in class, and spends most of the afternoon lying on the roof.

However, since the beginning of the school year, the two preliminary examinations have all been full marks, and the results are far behind the second place in the grade.

In addition, the atmosphere of Nihong School is relaxed. As long as you don’t disturb other students, you don’t fail the exam, and no one cares about you, so the school turns a blind eye to him in many things.

Although it is a high school affiliated to Suimei University of the Arts, Shuigao will not give up the opportunity to improve the school's reputation. Every year, one more student from Dongdong University is an invisible publicity and qualification.

Shiina Mashiro seems to be completely immersed in the world of painting, not noticing the arrival of Jiang Jing, the brush is dipped in paint, and an old apartment on the drawing paper gradually emerges in the painting.

It is not a formal painting display work, so the materials provided by the school are only ordinary drawing paper and coloring materials, and the tools are very simple.

And at this time, Shiina Mashiro was the only one who painted in color, and the other students only painted black and white portraits, because the coursework required ordinary portraits.

One is that color oil painting is time-consuming, and the other is a waste of materials. This kind of assignment will not be assigned in non-major courses.

As the sun went down, the students in the classroom finished their homework one by one, then packed up and left, some went to participate in club activities, some went home directly, and finally there was only Shiina Mashiro who hadn't finished.

After that teacher also left, the whole classroom became quiet, and Jiang Jing watched quietly without disturbing her.

By the time Sakurasou came alive on the easel, the sunset had already dyed the sky red, and it was almost six o'clock.

Slowly stopping to write, Shiina Mashiro turned her head, her exquisite face was slightly raised to look at the river scene, with a rare faint smile on it, and at this moment under the reflection of the setting sun, the whole person seemed to be faintly radiating light.

Jiang Jing smiled slightly, put his hand on Shiina Mashiro's head, and gently stroked her light yellow hair that was as smooth as silk.

Shiina Mashiro closed her eyes and didn't speak, with a look of great enjoyment on her face until Jiang Jing put his hand down.

Jiang Jing put his hands on Shiina Mashiro's shoulders, looked at the painting of Sakura, and asked, "Mashiro, don't you like painting oil paintings very much? This one is so good today, why don't you usually paint it?"

Tilting his head, looking at his own work in front of him, Shiina Mashiro said calmly: "Because I prefer to draw manga."

"Okay, but why am I like this?" Jiang Jing pointed to the second-floor balcony of Yinghuazhuang in the painting, standing under colorful underwear to dry clothes.

Especially under the clothes hanger, he still showed satisfaction on his face, with his hands on his hips. The scene was so hot that even Jiang Jing wanted to complain when he saw it.

But the other members are okay, for example, Misaki stretched out her happy smiling face from the window on the second floor, Shiina Mashiro squatted at the entrance door, and looked at Xiaoguang in the corridor, and several other kittens lay on the wall and looked at each other. The appearance of the play.

Through the entrance of the house, one can faintly see the shadow of Akasaka Ryunosuke who is hungry, holding a tomato gnawing, and at the gate outside the yard, Chihiro Chihiro is carrying a handbag, looking angrily walking back after a failed friendship.

As for Jin Mitaka, Shiina Mashiro did not draw him because he has already moved out.

"Because Sorata is like this." Mashiro Shiina raised her head and said a reason that left Jiang Jing speechless.

"I……"

Chapter 135 The Light Music Quartet Who Hasn't Rehearsed

Jiang Jing shook his head, and decided not to talk about this topic with Zhenbai.

Otherwise, what if she draws a picture next time and draws a scene where she washes her fat, how can he still beat her up.

Especially if this painting is seen by others, what should I do with his image, should I...