They all have hidden attributes!

[Gained Skill: Lv.Max Wind Chaser]

[Lv.Max Wind Chaser: Where the wind blows, the body becomes freer]

Both of Uesugi Maya's assist cards can enhance physical fitness. Takahashi Makoto has been spending a lot of time with her lately, and after Charm, Physical Fitness has reached 300 points first.

Of the other attributes, Charisma has the fastest growth rate, while Root and Intelligence are also decent. However, Perception lags far behind the other attributes.

As for the last side of the hexagonal warrior, money, its future is even more promising.

About an hour after ordering the delivery, the fast food arrived, and Makoto Takahashi and Maya Uesugi sat facing each other at a simple camping table to eat.

"Setting up a tent on the balcony creates quite a nice atmosphere," said Makoto Takahashi while eating fried chicken.

"Saying things like that is really in your style." Uesugi Maya looked up at him, a wry smile in her eyes.

After buying the apartment, she contacted a secondhand dealer to sell all the original furniture because she has obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness.

Buying a house consumed most of my savings. In order to maintain a wealthy lifestyle, all new furniture was put aside, and I could only use the old things.

Surprisingly, Takahashi Makoto found it not strange at all to put camping chairs on the balcony.

"The way you eat is very much like a young lady from a wealthy family," Makoto Takahashi said.

Unlike him, Maya Uesugi also ate her hamburger with her hands, but her movements still exuded an elegant air, probably a result of her family education.

She is usually calm and composed, so the way she eats her hamburger in small bites creates a sense of contrast.

"Don't keep staring at me."

Maya Uesugi frowned in disgust, her cold demeanor returning: "It feels like being a rabbit in a zoo."

"I feel more like I'm watching stray cats that have just finished a fight."

"If you say something like that again, don't even think about coming to my house for dinner."

"sorry."

Thinking of the delicious food, Makoto Takahashi immediately straightened his attitude and admitted his mistake. Maya Uesugi gave him a brief, smug smile, but then quickly suppressed her smile and pressed it back into her usual "he" shape, giving him a cold look.

Since it hadn't been long since lunch, Makoto Takahashi wasn't too hungry. After eating two pieces of fried chicken, he said goodbye to Maya Uesugi and told her to contact him anytime if needed.

After leaving the apartment, he took the streetcar back to Tsurumizawa Academy. He went to the infirmary to explain the situation to the school nurse, and then went to see Supervisor Chihaya to cancel his leave. When he returned to his classroom in Class 1-C, he arrived just in time for the last period of the afternoon, Math A.

When the school bell rang, a system panel popped up in front of me, granting me +1 Intelligence and +4 Charisma. The Charisma boost came from Uesugi Maya's hidden attribute, [Lone Wolf].

After today, the [Lone Ranger] is destined to face a day of change, Makoto Takahashi thought to himself.

The math teacher had just left the classroom when Hina Nekoya, who was sitting across the aisle from him, leaned over and asked excitedly, "Sei, I'm not going to the badminton club today. Are you going to the light music club?"

"I don't really want to go," Makoto Takahashi said.

With Uesugi Maya not around, Kashima-senpai seems more comfortable playing drums by herself. If I go over there, she'll have to work hard to find topics to talk about, and there's also the risk of provoking Tatsumi-senpai.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Kashima Reiko, casually asking, "Weren't you preparing for the national tournament?"

“There are more important things to do today.” Nekoya Hina straightened her lips, trying to put on a serious expression, and emphasized her words.

After waiting quietly for a few seconds, she immediately resumed her usual lively demeanor, reaching out to grab his shoulders and shaking him repeatedly.

"Quickly ask me what's wrong."

"Go ahead and speak, I'm listening."

"You wretched A-Cheng, listen up!"

With her hands on her hips and her head held high, Hina Nekoya said arrogantly, "Today, I'm going to the art club."

"what?"

"I didn't expect it?"

"I was indeed a bit surprised."

Makoto Takahashi looked her up and down with a suspicious gaze, took out the stack of posters recruiting keyboardists from his desk drawer, then got up, closed the window, and walked towards the back door of the classroom: "Let's go take a look together."

"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm going to do?" Hina Nekoya asked, following closely behind.

"You'll tell me yourself."

"Tch, this mere A-Cheng, he actually understands me so well."

"It's rare that you have something you want to do, so please tell me. Don't hesitate to help if there's anything I can do." Makoto Takahashi was certain that she wasn't interested in art.

As long as I don't have to teach Nekoya Haruna how to draw, other things related to the art club shouldn't be a big problem for someone with the limits of human charm and physique.

If the other party doesn't open the door, you can also transform into [the Door-Breaking Husband].

There's also a new skill called [Wind Chaser]. I wonder how effective it is. If we're talking about the windiest place, it's probably the rooftop, right?

Hina Nekoya's noisy voice pulled Makoto Takahashi back to his senses.

"Listen to me, Acheng, I want to try doubles. I can't explain the competition format clearly, but anyway, by changing my position, I can play in two out of the five matches in the team competition."

The national badminton team competition consists of two doubles matches and three singles matches. The team that wins three matches advances until they win the championship.

"But I couldn't find a suitable teammate, and then I thought of Hanakawa Kaori. Her style complements mine perfectly; she's the kind of player who can't get a grip on defense. I heard she joined the art club, and I'm planning to bring her back to the badminton club."

"What if she has never enjoyed playing badminton?" Makoto Takahashi asked.

"Really? Coach Shirakawa said that she has loved playing badminton with a racket since she was three or five years old."

"Hard to say."

Makoto Takahashi recalled the scene when he met Hanakawa Kaori at the student council, and his instinctive reaction was that this was definitely a troublesome matter.

"I probably can't help you." He tried to take back what he had just said.

"Does A-Cheng know her?" Nekoya Hina asked in surprise.

"Having met you once, what was your first impression—"

After a moment's thought, Makoto Takahashi said responsibly, "She may be the kind of person who is warm, friendly, and helpful, but she might also be quite stubborn."

When asked about finding a new hobby, Hanakawa Kaori was overly enthusiastic, even wanting to visit a club like the Light Music Club, suggesting she has probably really given up on badminton.

"Let's give it a try anyway."

Hina Nekoya raised her hand and scratched her head, laughing heartily as she said, "Or maybe I can become friends with her first? After she officially enrolls next year, we can compete for the national tournament together."

"Speaking of which, how did you manage to get beaten 21-0 by someone as petite as Hanakawa?" Takahashi Makoto asked curiously.

"She runs very fast and is very good at defense. Her shots are also tricky, so my spikes are completely useless..."

Hina Nekoya's tone instantly became excited, and she kept explaining incessantly in his ear, making a noise even louder than the cicadas chirping in summer.

Makoto Takahashi glanced at her with a smile, feeling a touch of joy in the sweltering afternoon air.

As they spoke, the two walked through the elevated corridor and arrived at the special building. The large classroom at the far left of the corridor on the third floor was the art department.

Nekoya Hina pushed open the door, peeked around, and then stepped inside: "Excuse me, is Hanakawa-san here?"

Makoto Takahashi followed her into the art club. Looking around, he realized that even compared to the light music club, the art club's office was quite luxurious.

Heavy, dark green linen curtains blocked out the sunlight. Two standing air conditioners were running in the corner. The refrigerator, sofa set, snack cabinet, and other amenities were all provided. Fresh fruit and snacks were also on the coffee table.

Perhaps only the student council president's office can rival it.

Considering that studying art is very expensive, these facilities are nothing compared to painting, after all, Tsurumi Sawa was originally a private aristocratic girls' school.

"Takahashi-san?!?"

The girl who was eating an apple on the sofa looked up and saw Makoto Takahashi. She immediately got up to greet him and walked over. Only when she got closer did she greet Hina Nekoya: "And Hina Nekoya-kun, good afternoon."

After saying that, she stared intently at Takahashi Makoto: "Takahashi-kun, are you here to join the art club?"

“No, I came with Hina.” Takahashi Makoto recalled for a few seconds, remembering that she was Furuta Ayako, a classmate.

On the morning the final exam results were handed out, I exchanged a few words with him in the courtyard.

"Furuta-san, is Hanakawa-san in the art club? I'd like to chat with her for a bit." Nekoya Hina didn't mind the other party's perfunctory attitude at all, and showed a sunny smile.

"Ah, Hanakawa-senpai is watching the club president paint in the art studio, please try to be quiet."

Makoto Takahashi looked in the direction Ayako Furuta was pointing and discovered that the art club had a separate small room, making the student council president's office no match for the art club.

"Thank you." Nekoya Hina politely thanked her and walked straight to the art studio.

The slight sound of the door being pushed open was particularly jarring in the quiet art studio. Hanakawa Kaori, sitting on a small wooden stool, looked up and saw Nekoya Hina. She put her finger to her lips in a shushing gesture and immediately ran out.

She pulled Nekoya Hina aside and spoke softly. Only then did Takahashi Makoto notice that, apart from Furuta Ayako chatting with the two of them when they first entered, the art club was unusually quiet.

Although there were still quite a few people in the large room, apart from the members who were drawing sketches, colored pencils, or using digital drawing tablets to create illustrations, the other members who were not doing anything tried their best not to make any noise.

Makoto Takahashi looked around, his gaze finally settling on the small room, where a system panel suddenly popped up before him.

[Received a new assistance card]

[Perception: Junka Shiraishi, an artist immersed in fantasy]

[Romantic: Low chance of triggering friendship training, perception increased by 100%]

[Artistic Talent: When triggering Friendship Training, there is a small chance to gain a new Intelligence-related Lv.1 skill]

[Hidden Attribute: Not Yet Unlocked]

He shut down the system, tiptoed behind Shiraishi Junko, and his gaze fell on the linen cloth used for painting.

In summer, the garden is filled with endless blooms, and the soft sunlight casts a clear and ethereal glow upon it.

The girl sitting in front of the canvas, her back view, is as beautiful as if she had plunged into a summer garden.

Makoto Takahashi could feel her beauty; she was hazy and ethereal, like a moon goddess.

This oil painting is also of a level that [Lv.4 Painting] cannot match.

Junko Shiraishi possesses artistic talent at least at the level of a master, and will likely eventually grow into an artist of Monet's caliber.

Makoto Takahashi subtly moved his feet, carefully observing the girl sitting on the wooden bench.

Holding a paintbrush, she stared intently at the canvas, her ruby-like, pure eyes seemingly reflecting dreamlike colors.

Black princess cut, long hair straight down with slightly curled ends.

The skin exposed outside the clothes was delicate and pale, almost cold to the touch.

The white three-quarter sleeve linen shirt and straight-leg linen trousers were stained with tiny specks of paint. The loose fit couldn't hide her alluring figure, especially the full curves of the linen shirt's chest, which were clearly inconvenient to wear, judging from the area of ​​paint stains.

Just as he was about to look at her face, someone tugged at Makoto Takahashi's sleeve.