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'Phew—, at least you're alright.'

See this.

The president breathed a sigh of relief and scratched his messy hair.

He doesn't reject anime, nor does he have any bad thoughts about it.

He thought that people who are interested in art would also be interested in anime and manga.

That's why he chose the figurine gift.

As for the gifts that are given as gifts, they don't have much of an impact.

As for what kind of figurine it is?

The president asked Mizuki Usami to pick out some items from a nearby shop outside the school.

The president himself didn't know either; he just said he was selecting anime figures that were trending and popular.

I just hope it's not too expensive.

After all, that was his important lunch break allowance for the art department!

Moreover, the lazy president just wants to start activities now and find that Jiang Yuan-kun as soon as possible.

Otherwise, he would lose his precious treasure.

He was thinking about the first prize, a top-quality pillow that perfectly matched his sleeping habits, offering exceptional comfort and softness.

The president seemed even more dejected at this moment.

It exudes a faint, melancholic aura.

'Is this really my senior...?'

I cheered myself up.

Under the silent gazes of everyone, the president no longer hesitated and made the announcement.

"Alright, the first blind drawing competition is officially open..."

"Knock 717 knock-"

"Hello, um..."

Suddenly.

Accompanied by a knock on the door.

A gentle, refreshing voice, carrying a hint of coolness, drifted over, as warm as an autumn afternoon.

The president and the others, who were about to finish speaking, turned their heads in surprise.

"Can I still participate?"

At the door.

A tall, handsome man in a white school uniform shirt, exuding a casual, calm, and mature aura, smiled and knocked on the door to inquire.

"…certainly."

They were the first to come to their senses.

I saw that school uniform.

The club president immediately dismissed the thought that "could it be some celebrity or teacher visiting our club's activities?"

Slightly surprised, he invited Jiang Yuan inside, handed her a canvas, brushes, paints, and other tools, and moved a chair over.

Even when seated, the handsome man still stood tall and a head taller than everyone else.

He suppressed his surprise and announced again.

"The first blind drawing competition of the Art Department has officially begun!"

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He stroked his chin with one hand.

He glanced at the occasional envious glances he received from those around him.

Then, turning his head to look at the lazy club president beside him, On the gift shelf, rows of exquisite gifts wrapped in colorful paper boxes and bows are arranged from top to bottom.

In front of a pure white canvas.

Holding a paintbrush, Jiang Yuan began to ponder.

What should I draw?

He was curious about the anime "Art Club," which he had quite liked in his previous life.

In addition, he is interested in taking photos with pretty girls.

He only came to the event on a whim.

Now, if Jiang Yuan were suddenly asked to paint a piece for an entry, he really wouldn't know where to begin.

The subject matter is flexible, and there are no time restrictions.

But he had many other plans, so he didn't have much time to spend on painting.

After all, the results of the competition will only be determined on the third day of the cultural festival.

'Then I can only draw simple pictures.'

Although it's simple, he's only really interested in the second prize.

However, Jiang Yuan's Lv. 4 level drawing skills did not allow him to win any prizes other than the first prize.

My strength doesn't allow it.

Think about it.

Suddenly.

An image flashed through Jiang Yuan's mind, and after a moment of contemplation, he made his decision.

'Okay, this is it!'

Once the details were finalized, Jiang Yuan didn't hesitate and quickly wielded the carbon pen in his hand.

The free and refined gray lines flowed across the pristine white canvas in an instant.

It makes a soft, crisp rustling sound.

It sounds very pleasant.

Visible state.

The expressions of the surrounding apes immediately tightened.

'This social butterfly figured out what to draw so quickly?!'

They stared at Jiang Yuan, the handsome man who perfectly embodied the word "unfair," radiating an aura of "social fulfillment" that they found both unattainable and utterly detestable.

He gritted his teeth in anger, but dared not look any further.

Their inferiority complex prevented them from having the courage to look at things more closely.

If they were discovered, they wouldn't dare stay there without a proper underground shelter.

It's important to understand that when people face someone who is inherently superior to them in every way, they inexplicably feel embarrassed and awkward.

'Hmph, what good is being handsome? Drawing is all about technique!'

Turning his head, he glanced at the figure, which had already started writing, its hands forming a picture frame as it squinted and gestured.

They held up their right wife, who, besides comforting themselves, had copied a large number of pictures of cute anime girls.

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

'We will win!'

"Sasa—" sudden.

As the paintbrush glides across the paper, the sounds of friction and the excited panting of striving are frequently heard.

All of a sudden.

The sight of the adorable anthropomorphic red apple on the simple poster outside the door, and the steps of the gentlemen eager to explore the "exciting reward," all paused.

They looked in surprise at the apes in the art department who all looked excited.

Goodness, are you really that serious?

Is this really painting?

If you say you're appreciating a book, they'll believe you.

"Want to come and see? The second prize is a chance to take a photo with a beautiful girl!"

"And this is definitely not a cult, it's just an expression of love for drawing! Really!"

I noticed someone coming from the doorway.

The president withdrew his curious gaze from Jiang Yuan and quickly got up to go and greet him.

I was afraid of scaring them away.

The more people, the better.

If someone becomes interested in the art club because of this and passes the exam...

Let's not abolish the department!

If Usami Mizuki is happy, her precious pillow might be saved!

How could the president of this company not care?

"Don't worry, don't worry, come in quickly."

"Come on, let me explain the rules of the event to you..."

The boys, who were dragged into the activity without really understanding what was going on, said: "Wasn't there an introduction outside...?"

……

He ignored the extra easels and gentlemen in front of him.

Jiang Yuan, who is always focused on his work, was now completely absorbed in the paintbrush in his hand.

The eyes followed the trajectory of the paintbrush.

The clouds and water flow smoothly on the pure white canvas.

The painting, whose outline had already been drawn, was becoming increasingly three-dimensional and full at an astonishing speed.

In the shadows where light and dark meet, a captivating landscape gradually emerges.

next moment.

It leaps off the canvas!

"Well, it's done."

He chuckled softly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Yuan put down the carbon pen in his hand, looked up at the time, and found that only about twenty minutes had passed.

'It seems that along with improved physical fitness and increased energy, my drawing skills have also improved.'

He was surprised to find that this time, such a detailed painting only took him about twenty minutes, which was a significant improvement over his previous work.

Jiang Yuan was surprised.

He felt that his Lv. 4 painting skill, combined with his superhuman physique, mental strength, and body control, might even be comparable to Lv. 5.