Young people with light music will not encounter lonely rock music

So he could hear what the students who were about to leave after school were saying.

And the familiar voice that suddenly sounded behind him also made him look away.

Among the people who were talking, the person in the center was none other than Huang Mao, who had been spoken to by Qin Chuiguang before class in the early morning.

However, a boy of this age did not hold too much grudges, and Kotobuki Hikari did not feel the sight from him.

"Hey...did you buy that game?"

"I worked for a whole month last month just to get it on the release day."

"Father, please let me go to your house!"

Games are still very attractive among high school students.

Just buying a newly released game can give a teenage boy several adopted sons.

"Let's go then."

Huang Mao led a few people and planned to walk out of the classroom.

"Hey! Takeda..."

The student at the end of the line shouted into the classroom.

"Don't take that guy with you."

"Eh......"

"Let's go."

At the very back of the classroom, in the corner by the window, a young man put down the hand he had just raised.

Then he sat on the chair and opened the notebook on the table in despair.

If I remember correctly...

It was the housekeeper who had spoken to Kotobuki Hikari in the morning.

Are you being squeezed out by your peers?

Kotobuki Hikaru felt a little uncomfortable.

This person is the kind of guy who would rather humiliate himself than integrate into a group to seek a sense of community.

And the reason why he is isolated now is because he took the initiative to talk to Kotobuki Hikari, but his companions who came together to find a sense of presence were ridiculed mercilessly by Kotobuki Hikaru.

However, Kotobukimitsu originally thought those guys would take their anger out on him, and was even prepared to face their hostility.

But as expected, those guys still bullied the weak and feared the strong. They didn't dare to show their edge in the face of the powerful Kotobuki Hikari, and just vented their anger on their companions.

"Guang, do you want to leave now? I remember you said you were going to the light music club after school..."

Kotobuki Mitsuru's thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice, Goto Ichiri poked Kotobuki Mitsuru's cheek who was in a daze.

"Well... let's go together later. Before that, please wait for me for a moment."

Kotobuki Mitsuru gently touched Goto Isato's head.

Then, he stood up and walked to the innermost corner of the classroom.

The boy in front of me looks like a standard otaku.

His hair was grown a bit long, his bangs covered his eyebrows, and his black-rimmed glasses stared at the bridge of his nose. At this time, he was concentrating on writing and drawing in his notebook.

"What are you doing?"

Kotobuki Hikari walked up to him and asked.

"Wow--!"

A Zhai was startled when he was suddenly spoken to, and subconsciously closed his notebook.

"Ah...Kotobuki-san?"

The boy showed a surprised expression.

Was he accosted by Qinbuki?

That Kotobuki who almost never takes the initiative to talk to anyone in the class?

"I remember...your name is Takeda...come here."

"Hey... Kotobuki-san actually remembers my name?"

Qinbuki's cheeks turned red.

"I thought you were the kind of aloof character who wouldn't remember the name of a small character like me..."

Kotobuki Mitsuru really doesn't remember his name.

I only know his last name because the students who just passed by the back door called him.

"I remember that you guys always work together, right? Why didn't you go with them after school?"

After hearing Kotobuki Hikaru's words, Takeda showed a hint of embarrassment and loneliness on his face.

"Well...it seems that I made them angry in the morning, and they have ignored me all day today..."

"Feel sorry..."

"No, it's nothing! This kind of thing happens from time to time. Anyway, it will be fine after a while."

Takeda waved his hands quickly, forced a smile, and pretended not to care.

"I'm used to it."

His humble words made Kotobuki feel even more guilty.

"Let me tell you, you and them are not the same person to begin with, so why do you have to squeeze in?"

Qinbukiguang said seriously, and spoke with some anger. "You would rather make yourself uncomfortable to please others, but in the end you will just become a joke in the eyes of others."

Kotobuki Hikaru can relate to this.

After all, the former Kotobuki Hikaru was also here.

"For a person like me...if I don't please others, no one will be willing to be my friend..."

"You guys are really incompetent... What's the difference between a friend like this and a friend you can only make by paying friend fees?"

"Eh... they didn't ask me to pay for being friends, did they?"

Snapped--

Kotobuki Hikaru patted his head.

I recall when I was in junior high school, I used to perform self-hypnosis and pay others money to make so-called friends.

Suddenly I understood something.

I understand how my father felt when he found out about the stupid things he had done and became furious.

I also understood why my father cut off his pocket money.

Isn't this stupid...

"Were you painting just now?"

pat-

Without asking the other party whether he agreed, Kotobuki opened the notebook in front of Takeda.

"Eh...wait...wait a minute!"

Takeda wanted to stop Kotobuki Hikaru's movements, but it was already too late.

Kotobuki Mitsuru had already opened the notebook, and inside the notebook was a draft in which Takeda was halfway through his drawing, had completed the line drawing, and was in the process of dividing light and dark.

The draft is a beautiful girl with short hair and a cold expression.

"Hmm... isn't this a very good painting?"

Kotobuki Mitsuru recognized this character.

She was the heroine in the comic she had been reading all night.

"I...I only have one advantage: I am good at painting."

When it comes to painting, Takeda seems to have gained some confidence and the expression on his face is more relaxed.

"I remember you said you wanted to be an animator, right?"

"That's right... To be precise, I want to become an original animator."

"Being able to draw to this level is already very impressive. If you have such a talent, don't feel so inferior. There is no need to grovel to please others."

Even if Kotobuki Mitsuru is an amateur who knows almost nothing about painting, he has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running away. The Takeda in front of him is definitely not at the level of an ordinary high school student in terms of painting skills.

The line drawing is very clean, and there seems to be no problem with the proportions. Although it is not colored, the relationship between light and dark in the sketch cannot be faulted.

But I can only use words like 'very nice' to describe it.

"Besides, if you have such a painter, can't you make friends in the art department?"

"The art department...the guys there are even more hostile to me, an otaku who only likes to draw two-dimensional beautiful girls..."

It's probably like classical music in the music industry always looks at rock and roll through tinted glasses.

Societies like the orchestra club seem to be a bit unfavorable to the light music club.

It's called homosexuality.

"Besides... I can make friends only because I am a little better at drawing..."

"What do you mean, some of them are also painters?"

"No, no -" Takeda shook his head. "It's just that they like my paintings better."

"..."

Kotobuki Hikaru was a little hard to understand.

"They sometimes ask me to draw pictures of their favorite characters, so..."

“Aren’t there a lot of drawings of anime characters online?”

"It's not that kind of painting..."

Takeda's cheeks turned red and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

Kotobuki Hikaru was puzzled, but he got an explanation the next moment.

Takeda lowered his voice and whispered into Kotobuki Hikaru's ear.

"It's that kind of painting..."

"Which?"

"Astringent... astringent picture..."

Takeda looked around, and after confirming that no one else was paying attention, he spoke.

"?"

Qin Chuiguang frowned.

"?!"

The next moment it dawned on me.

"Do you still have such a talent?!"

"Keep your voice down!"

Takeda covered Kotobuki Hikari's mouth as he screamed in surprise.

"Let me be healthy?"

Kotobuki Hikaru was sure that he was just a little curious about how good Takeda was as a painter.

Absolutely, definitely not interested in that.

"I...how could I come to school with something like that?"

"No matter where a samurai goes, he will never leave his sword behind." Kotobuki Mitsuru said seriously.

"..."