I'm a weird expert in Japan

"That's a really strange statement. The Second Music Room isn't a taboo place. As long as the owner doesn't object, Sawamura-san has no right to make irresponsible remarks, right?"

As the host here, Hesha was a little out of shape. Because of Lian, there were always guests in the second music room. Although there were only three people, she was too lazy to care.

No matter what I say, I won’t listen.

"Aha--?"

Eriri stuffed the snack box into Ren's hand, and with a long tone like that of a Showa delinquent, Asakanoogaoka Utaha rushed over.

"You are the one with the problem. You definitely followed Shijo with such a shameless face. Do you have any sense of shame?" Eriri narrowed her eyes.

"A little more than Sawamura-san from the picture book." Shiha pinched her fingers and smiled, "Don't you think so? At least I can't draw that kind of thing."

"It's obviously just that I lack artistic cultivation." Eriri sneered.

The tense atmosphere instantly filled the entire second music room.

Kazusa was distracted by the dessert and had no intention of playing. Now the two of them seemed to be arguing with each other in a familiar manner, so she simply played some improvisations, inadvertently embellishing this "battlefield."

Lian felt that Hesha had bad intentions for a moment and shook her head.

"Sawamura——" he shouted from the side.

"Ah?" Ying Lili turned her head.

"What is Dianthus doing?"

"That guy is revising the manuscript for the art competition." Eriri also did not respond and continued her bickering with Shiyu.

"Oh, that's it..."

He responded, then thought that Eriri was really good at fighting, so he stopped bothering her.

He put the snack box on the piano stand and gestured to Hesa ​​to keep quiet.

Hesa looked at him and asked, "Why don't you eat?"

Lian responded with an attitude of "You eat it".

Then he quietly left the second music room.

Hesa understood his retreat very well. She took the snack box and opened it, and the aroma of raw Yatsuhashi wafted out.

Although there was no tea to accompany her, Kazusa, who loved sweet things, didn't care at all. The soft and sweet taste of raw Yatsuhashi spread in her mouth.

The great satisfaction brought by the sweetness completely dispelled Hesa's dissatisfaction with the two uninvited guests.

After all, the reason why Shizhu and Eriri can come to listen to live music every time is that they bribe people with desserts that are never the same several times a month.

But then again, do Kasumigaoka Utaha and Sawamura Eriri have a good relationship?

Watching the two of them engaging in different bickering as if it were a stage performance, Hesha felt that it was more exciting than watching a TV show.

After all, even if you want to intervene, you can't get a say.

It is more important to give birth to Eight Bridges now.

Chapter 88 Chapter 1: Shigong Shizhu's Lies ()

The second music room and the art department are only one floor apart. If you go there directly, it will take less than three minutes.

When I knocked on the door of the art department, the girls who were participating in club activities were startled.

In this club, the proportion of girls is very high, and there are only a few boys, and Shizhu Shigong is one of them.

"Senior 4444-jo——"

Moreover, the members are basically all sophomores, with only two or three third-year students, including a minister.

As a true celebrity, Lian would cause a similar commotion every time he visited the Art Department.

However, so far, he has not actually agreed to be a model for the art club. Only Shizhu and Eriri have enjoyed this treatment once.

"Excuse me, where is Shizhu?" Lian said generously.

Not liking to communicate with strangers doesn’t mean he is shy.

"As for Shinomiya-kun, in the Second Art Preparation Room—" another girl immediately explained.

"Thank you."

After getting the expected answer, he walked straight towards the door.

The Second Art Preparation Room was originally the exclusive studio of Sawamura Spencer Eriri, a special treatment she received after she became famous as the ace of the art club after entering high school.

In a way, she is very similar to Touma and Sa.

It's just that the latter is now lazily, and the students are quite dissatisfied with her behavior of monopolizing the classroom.

Eriri, who continues to participate in competitions and win awards, is always respected by the younger students in the art club.

Without her permission, not even the department head would open the door of the Second Art Preparation Room.

And now, Lian pushed the door open naturally and walked in.

"…What? I thought it was Eriri who came back—"

Dianthus turned around, looking back in disappointment.

"You might as well go and spread the fire to this guy who has no humanity towards the opposite sex." Lian closed the door casually, walked over and said.

"I have passed the game sixteen times. Ten times I chose to extinguish the fire, four times I chose to pass on the fire, and the remaining two times I chose to be the king of wandering souls." Shizhu sat in front of the easel, filling in the colors meticulously.

"Okay, okay, I know about your glorious deeds." Lian raised his hands in surrender.

He didn't even finish the second round. After all, the novelty was no longer enough and there were still many games waiting for him.

"So, you came here to thank her in person, why hasn't Yinglili come back yet?" Shizhu continued to ask.

Lian leaned over and said, "I had a quarrel with Kasumigaoka..."

"Ah?" Shizhu stopped painting.

"Well, it's not a quarrel, but it's more like a situation where they just don't like each other and start bickering." Lian said, describing the content of the quarrel between the two.

After listening to this, Shizhu sighed silently, "Actually, you are wrong."

"what?"

"Rather than saying that they dislike each other, it's more like they are too compatible, which leads to a situation similar to like repels like." Shizhu gradually added color to the girl's long skirt in the painting. "I hope that when Eriri starts collaborating with Kasumi Shiko on her new book, she can improve her relationship with that senior."

"Cooperation? This is the first time I've heard of it..."

"It was probably about the Golden Week. The editor of Fuzugawa contacted Eriri and I was responsible for helping her deal with it." Shizhu smiled, "Eriri basically had no objection."

"Basically... are you so conservative? Isn't it true that whatever you say is the truth, Master Military Advisor?"

Shizhu grinned, "Military advisor? Now, it's time to self-destruct, Lord Lian."

"Fuck! I'm talking about Zhuge Kongming, not Chen Gong!"

The victorious Shizhu did not pursue, "But now we have only obtained the intention of cooperation. The official start depends on when the other party's new book is published. Do you know?"

"Uh... I feel anxious..." Lian covered her face.

That guy has recently started to cram all kinds of knowledge related to weirdness, and it will take more than one golden week to master it all.

Lian had no idea how long the delay would last.

"Really?" Shizhu put down his paintbrush and examined the nearly finished work. "Well...it's time to let Eriri take a look..."

But now it's like a hostage exchange, Ying Lili didn't come back, and Lian came over.

"I just heard from Sawamura that this is your entry?"

"I didn't plan to go, but Eriri persuaded me more than once." Shizhu leaned back in his chair and stretched his neck. "I just tried to participate. It took a lot of time just to decide on the theme of the work."

Lian held onto the table where the sundries were placed. "Is the theme Spring?"

"It fits the season now... although spring is almost over."

"Indeed." Lian looked at the painting. "How should I put it? I think it's very well done. It will definitely win a gold medal."

Shizhu didn't take Lian's sincere praise seriously, "Are you kidding? The gold medal belongs to Eriri, I can only get a silver medal at most."

"No, I'm serious—" Lian looked at another painting placed nearby.

Judging from the location and the notes on the label, it should be a work that Eriri has already completed.

The expressiveness of color, brushstrokes, and themes are undoubtedly among the best, and he is the shortest-shot candidate for the gold medal in the competition.

——The premise is that the painting of Dianthus is not completed.

"Really?" Shizhu frowned.

"Yes, you are indeed a genius. You learn everything quickly. You started later than Sawamura, right? You only started in junior high school." Lian continued to look at the two people's paintings, comparing them in her mind and said, "I'm beginning to wonder, if you were to learn the violin or piano now, how much time would it take you to beat me or Touma?"

Lian is not particularly obsessed with talent, she just tries her best to be the best version of herself.

"Really... Catch up with Eriri..." Shizhu looked at his own painting, "No, I've already surpassed her..."

"Hmm? What are you mumbling about?"

Lian, who didn't hear the words clearly, found that Shizhu's expression was a little strange and he didn't look happy.

Then, Sigong Shizhu suddenly picked up the water cup on the stool beside him. It was the water used to rinse oil painting brushes. The water in the cup was already colorful, and it was difficult to wash off completely if a little stain got on it.

But Shizhu didn't even blink and poured the glass of water on his work.

"Hey!" Lian was dumbfounded. Unable to understand, he subconsciously reached out to stop him.

Unfortunately, the water had already poured down from the middle. Shizhu was very strong, so Lian had to use his racial advantage to suppress it, but he still failed to save it.

Most of the glass of water spilled onto the drawing, making a mess.

Lian and Shizhu, who were wrestling with each other, knocked over the painting together, and knocked over the easel, chair and other things.

"What are you thinking about?" Lian asked, staring at Shizhu.

Before Shizhu could answer, the door of the second art preparation room was pushed open again.

Sawamura Spencer Eriri stood at the door, covering her mouth and making a strange "Wow" sound.

Chapter 89 Chapter 2 The Lies of Shizhu Shigong ()

The situation is embarrassing, really embarrassing.

For example, it's like tearing open the ketchup you wanted when buying French fries, but it fell on the beautiful girl stickers given as a gift in the collaboration. In order to avoid wasting it, you secretly stick out your tongue to lick it, but unfortunately you are seen by passers-by.

No matter what kind of look the other person gave me, I felt extremely embarrassed, and it seemed as if my toes could scratch out the foundation of a villa on the ground.

Now Shizhu was pressed to the ground by Lian, who had his hand on Shizhu's head and was staring at him seriously, intending to ask why he wanted to destroy the hard work he had just completed.

But that's just his idea, it's hard to say what it looks like to others.

In particular, the girls from the art club who had heard the commotion and came to the door, standing behind Eriri to check on the situation, were already letting out meaningless screams.

Very excited kind of.

"Did I... come at a very bad time?" Ying Lili covered her face with her hands, but couldn't hide the mischievous smile behind it.

By the way, although Eriri is not fond of BL, her mother is indeed a top-notch fujoshi, and Eriri has received a lot of "gifted education" from her mother.

Then Lian jumped up as if his butt was on fire, "Accident! This is an accident!"

"Is this really not a story with a hidden story?" Ying Lili asked with a smile.

Shizhu sat cross-legged on the ground. "Oh, what's the big deal? It's just that he and I had an argument over some differences in concepts, and it turned out like this when we were joking around."

As he said this, he winked at Eriri, implying that the two of them had quarreled because of their differences in XP.

"Really?" Ying Lili believed Shizhu, "Who told you to be so ambiguous? Don't you think so?"

She asked the girls behind her.

"Yes--!"

Lian covered her face and uttered a low sigh of “ON——NO——”

He glanced at Shizhu out of the corner of his eye. He was cleaning up the mess on the ground. He crumpled the half-ruined work into a ball as if nothing had happened, and threw it into the trash can in the corner along with the paper cup with all the dirty water spilled out of it.