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'Isn't Kamesama hot?'

'Or did you forget?'

I wonder what the girls are thinking.

"Oh, this."

Chao Youzi smiled, and Jiang Yuan looked slightly embarrassed.

"I forgot by accident."

"I didn't feel hot when I came out, so I've been wearing my winter school uniform ever since."

Actually, it's due to the influence of his negative forces, or simply negative forces and his strong physique, which his body can regulate itself.

With a much higher tolerance for temperature changes, I didn't feel any discomfort or change and just wore my winter school uniform.

"Let's change it tomorrow."

Hear the words.

Aioi Yuko's eyes snapped open, as if she had discovered something new, and she exclaimed in astonishment.

"Even Jiang Yuan-chan can forget things?!"

"Isn't this just like Mio-chan?"

?"

How could someone as smart and reliable as Jiang Yuan forget to change her school uniform?

Although she was surprised, she inexplicably felt happy as well.

'This makes Jiangyuan sauce even more Jiangyuan sauce!'

Hearing what Yuko said.

Before Jiang Yuan could even chuckle and ask, "What kind of image do I have in Youzi's heart?"

"boom!"

The sudden, crisp sound was accompanied by Yuko's pitiful cry of pain.

"Ouch! (That hurts!)"

"Don't ruin someone's image so easily!"

Naganohara Mio withdrew her steaming fist, her forehead creased with annoyance.

What do you mean by "like me"? Am I really that forgetful?

You've ruined my image in Kamisama's eyes, you big idiot Yuko!

'Kamisama isn't forgetful, he's just like me...'

"Um?!"

Suddenly.

It seems a blind spot has been discovered.

Mio Naganohara, who was initially slightly annoyed, was taken aback, and her face instantly turned red.

'Kamisama is just like me…'

That is to say...

'Kami Samah wants to be with me…'

……

"puff!"

sudden.

Startled by the fantasy scene in her mind, her head went hot, and a bright red spray suddenly shot from Naganohara Mio's nose into the air.

Yuko Aioi, who was watching from the side with her head covered and tears welling up in her eyes, was immediately startled.

"Mio-chan?!"

Why is Mio-chan having another nosebleed?!

"It's okay, let me help you!"

Seeing this, I don't know what's wrong with Minagahara Mio again.

But in her haste, Yuko Aioi instinctively reached into her pocket and tried to stuff something into Mio's nose.

'Let me help Mio stop the bleeding…'

"Ah?"

Just as Aioi Yuko pulled out something incredible.

Yuko Aioi then felt herself being pulled back by a gentle force.

Looking back is where the discovery comes from.

"Jiang Yuan Jiang?"

"Don't worry, I'll do it. Yuko doesn't want to be chased by Mio anymore, does she?"

Jiang Yuan's lips twitched slightly, but he maintained his smile as he advised Youzi.

If you're wondering why Jiang Yuan wanted to stop Aioi Yuuko...

Looking at Yuko's cute face with a slightly confused and dazed expression.

Upon glancing at what the man had pulled out of his hand, Jiang Yuan's forehead immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Using this to stop bleeding would definitely kill someone.

Looking at the red and yellow mustard seed in Aioi Yuko's hand, which was as big as Yuko's arm.

Jiang Yuan had no doubts.

If Yuko really makes a move, she'll definitely be hunted down to death by Mio...

Yuko didn't learn a single lesson from that sausage tragedy.

I still don't know how Yuko survived that incident.

And speaking of which, Yuko, why do you carry a mustard seed with you all the time?

There are too many flaws; Jiang Yuan can't even keep up with all of them.

Although feeling helpless, Jiang Yuan still patted Youzi's head to reassure her.

After all, that's part of Yuko's charm and naturalness.

Jiang Yuan took out his usual "Miyu" tissues from his pocket and walked forward.

Looking at those adorable eyes darting around, almost unsteady on their feet from all the daydreaming.

Jiang Yuan smiled, gently stroking Mei Xu's delicate body and softly wiping her rosy, soft face.

This is also his happy daily routine.

……

The boys and girls in the class watched this scene with a mixture of admiration, envy, and indifference.

Only one thought remained in my mind.

Boy: 'As expected of my godfather…'

Girl: 'If Jiang Yuanjun weren't so fickle, he would be perfect...'

……

"Jingle Bell!"

"Alright, everyone, get into your positions."

"After this lesson, we can continue with art class and draw posters."

"Save your excitement for studying Chinese class! And Jiang Yuan, what are you doing?"

"I'm taking care of the lovely Mio."

"…puff!"

"Mio-chan?!"

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Under soft lighting.

Time flowed like waves in the room, filled with the unique aroma of oil paint.

Time passes unnoticed, fleetingly and then still.

"Gudong..."

I don't know who it is.

A dry, swallowing sound rang out.

The sound was extremely faint, yet it was so clearly audible in the otherwise completely silent art studio.

But no one around them noticed at all.

Or perhaps they were all stunned by what they saw.

Their gazes were completely focused on the figures of people who seemed to linger in the lamplight.

Jiang Yuan stood tall and straight, his handsome face framed by eyes as bright as stars, now filled with focused concentration.

The right hand is precise yet gentle.

The paintbrush dances like a butterfly in her hand, picking up paint and drifting towards its destined place.

There was no hesitation.

The paintbrush dances swiftly, its melody resonating in everyone's hearts.

Vibrant colors blend with black and white lines, giving the world within the canvas a vibrant life.

At the boundary between light and shadow, it seems as if a muse has taken a lingering look.

An endless expanse beneath the azure plateau.

The wicked, dark aura of the Demon King.

The molten gold that illuminates the beliefs of the brave.

Infuse the residents with the deep blue they longed for.

The ink wash follows the resolute, dark yellow.

……

A variety of emotions, along with the colors that bring life to life, flow into the small canvas.

now.

no matter who.

Even the art teacher, Nohara, couldn't bear to blink once.

I was afraid of missing this visually stunning, technically breathtaking, and lifelike scene.

A full forty minutes later.

After everyone's eyes became dry.

"call-" With a sigh of relief, the person who had made everyone freeze stopped painting.

"finished."