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'Indeed, the more solid the foundation, the taller the building.'

Jiang Yuan did not use paint this time.

Only carbon pens and erasers are used as auxiliary tools for shading.

Even without vibrant colors.

He also believes that his black and white charcoal drawings are second to none.

Color is indeed a powerful aid in expressing the content of a painting and enhancing its emotional impact.

However, it should be noted that...

When monotonous, hazy gray is used to its fullest extent.

Its charm is in no way inferior to vibrant colors!

Write your name in the lower right corner of the painting and cover it with a piece of paper.

Jiang Yuan stood up, a relaxed and easygoing smile playing on his lips.

Then, to everyone's astonishment...

They walked past the boys whose canvases were either blank or barely even half-finished.

He walked toward the president, who was also looking at him with surprise.

"Dude, it's only been twenty minutes!"

'You can't even draw an apple this fast.'

'What did you draw? Did you give up? Just scribble something?'

They were shocked.

Surely this "normie" character hasn't actually finished drawing yet.

But the thought vanished the moment it appeared.

Then, as if realizing something, a look of disdain and confidence flashed in their eyes.

Due to the angle.

They couldn't see the painting in Jiang Yuan's hand, and they didn't know how good Jiang Yuan's painting skills were.

But that doesn't stop them from showing disdain for Jiang Yuan.

They would never believe that I could finish a painting in twenty minutes.

Such a fast speed.

They either gave up on the activity, couldn't draw it, or their drawings were too simple and lacked any technical skill.

With such trashy skills, how dare they compete with them for cute girl figurines and photos?

Sure enough, no matter how handsome he is, he's still terrible at drawing, and they completely crushed him!

Gentlemen who felt they had regained their confidence in painting couldn't help but become more confident.

He looked smugly at Jiang Yuan, whose tall and imposing figure cast a shadow that completely enveloped him.

'Hmph, just wait and see when the judging happens and I'll win first prize!'

'It's a pity that if I win first prize, I won't get the photo with the pretty girls.'

Should I add some water...? It's such a difficult decision...

Just as they were confidently grinning foolishly.

Jiang Yuan had already placed the painting upside down on the wooden table and smiled at the club president who was looking at him with surprise.

"I've finished drawing."

"｀「？"

Seemingly aware of the president's doubts, Jiang Yuan didn't offer much explanation and continued.

"By the way, let's skip the autograph."

If it were Mizuki Usami's autograph, that would be fine.

Who would want a lazy male company president's autograph or anything like that!

"Just give me a pen."

"I'll come back after the scores come out on the third day."

"I have some things to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

As Jiang Yuan spoke, he took an automatic carbon pen with a big red apple pattern from the somewhat dazed president and headed for the door.

When one foot was halfway out the door.

Suddenly, he turned his head to the side, his star-like dark eyes seemingly smiling, and made a suggestion.

"The event content is good, but it would be even better if the contents of the first and second prizes were swapped."

He stopped talking and didn't say anything more.

He disappeared around the corner amidst the disdainful, somewhat gritted-teeth gazes of a group of gentlemen.

'Go find A-Quan.'

……

He glared angrily at the empty doorway.

I want to change my first and second prizes.

This is clearly a sign that they are confident of winning the first prize!

This arrogant attitude, as if the prize was already in his pocket…

This is a complete disregard for them!

He was just a piece of trash who gave up after only twenty minutes.

How dare they be so arrogant!

When your masterpiece is completed and you win first prize, let's see if you're still so arrogant.

I thought I was already pretty cocky just because I was agonizing over whether to win first or second prize.

Unexpectedly, above the Phoenix Chick is the Crouching Dragon (Zhao De Zhao).

'Damn it, you'll regret this!'

……

Ignoring the crowd who were now painting even faster, as if stimulated by something, and even the sound of the canvas tearing could be heard.

He withdrew his surprised gaze from the doorway.

The room was bathed in the bright sunlight.

The president stared intently at the square frame behind the wooden table, where a note covered the name.

now.

I immediately recognized that handsome guy as someone who was genuinely interested in social life.

The president couldn't hide his curiosity.

Although it was just a cultural festival event.

But they drew so quickly, and even suggested swapping the first and second prize winners.

That self-assurance, so naturally based on the common sense that "because I drew it, it can only be the highest and the best."

For some reason, the president vaguely sensed it.

'What kind of painting is it...'

Flip the frame over with both hands, and wait for the painting to come into view.

The president's pupils contracted, his mouth opened involuntarily, and he was instantly stunned.

A flicker of shock flashed in his eyes: "This is..."

……

Half an hour later…

"I am back."

A pure and lovely figure appeared at the door.

"Usami, take a look at this."

……

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The scene changes.

First floor corridor, in front of the window.

"Well…"

A cute, whimpering sound, like that of a small animal, rang out.

Amidst the surprise of the surrounding students, who were also unfazed, a blissful expression of relief washed over them.

I saw.

Clutching a textbook, a tuft of pretty brown hair sticks up on her head, and beads of sweat are dripping from her face.

A light green cardigan covered her petite figure, while a small white collar slightly covered her warm apricot-colored shirt.

Beneath the dark brown skirt that reached her ankles, her small feet, encased in pure white socks, wore classic Japanese-style kizukas.

Her fair and rosy skin looked so delicate and moist that it was unbelievably cute.

It exudes an adorable and delicate charm.

It was none other than Izumi Sakurai.

'Should we invite Jiang... Jiang Yuantong, sir...?'

She clutched the textbook to herself, her clear, innocent, and adorable eyes slightly darting away.

Ten minutes ago.

"Sakurai-sensei, you have to do your best!"

"Let's go invite Jiang Yuan now!"

Inside the office.

The image of Nohara patting her shoulder, giving her a serious thumbs-up, and smiling in support flashed through my mind.

Looking out the window at the clear blue sky, the fresh air drifts into my soft chest.

The cooing of round, white doves flying into the sky soothes the shyness in one's heart.

Just like everything that appears before one's eyes.

Sakurai Izumi's mind, which had become clear and bright, gradually calmed down and became more resolute.

She has never had a boyfriend and is very slow to understand relationships; in other words, she's naturally clueless.

She had always thought that Jiang Yuan's care for her was just a good child showing concern for her teacher.

But Jiang Yuan has been taking care of them time and time again, launching attacks both overtly and covertly.

She was also encouraged and supported by Kana Nakamura and Nohara.

No matter how oblivious or naive she was, she knew that Jiang Yuan liked her.

She was gentle by nature and wanted to work hard to be a good teacher. Jiang Yuan boldly helped her, which earned her a lot of goodwill.

Deep down, she didn't mind Jiang Yuan's intimate behavior.