The Stand in the Everyday World

Oh hoo.

Shunsuke Fujii knew that Mashiro was hurt.

167. The works of the dead are the most valuable

"The reason why I agreed to let you come to Sakurajima is just to let you know that being a cartoonist is not that easy. Mashiro, you have talent in oil painting but not in cartoons. So when you understand, I will take you back, but, but..."

Rita never imagined that Mashiro, who had no common sense and couldn't express her emotions, had made such rapid progress in her manga skills in such a short period of time after coming to Sakurajima. Her works had been serialized in top manga magazines all over the world, and were even on the verge of becoming a big star. This made her anxious.

"Rita..."

"Anyway, I can't bear to see you, Mashiro, wasting your time and talent on things like comics. Please, come back to England with me!"

Rita held Mashiro's hand pleadingly, but Mashiro just looked at her with a sad expression. The person she thought was her only and best friend who supported her completely denied her dreams and goals. For someone like Mashiro who didn't care about others at all, this was even more fatal.

Precisely because so few people care, the proportion of any one of them is so high.

Although he knew about the relationship between Mashiro and Rita, and knew that Rita was truly "doing what's best for Mashiro", and had already anticipated this scene, when he actually saw Mashiro's sad look, Fujii Shunsuke still became angry.

"Snapped!"

Shunsuke Fujii suddenly stretched out his right hand and supported himself on the wall next to Rita, and pressed his whole body over to form a wall-dong position.

"!"

Rita was startled and subconsciously wanted to step back, but then she found herself in a corner with nowhere to retreat.

Well, a picture that is worthy of alerting the police based on its composition.

Forcing himself to hold his face in check, Fujii Shunsuke looked at Rita with a cold expression: "Ms. Ainsworth, aren't you Mashiro's friend? Is this how you view your friend's dream?"

Rita took a deep breath to calm her fear and looked at Shunsuke Fujii: If she could convince this person to help persuade Mashiro, Mashiro might change her mind.

Thinking of this, she said seriously: "Mr. Fujii, have you seen Mashiro's paintings? Not those comics, but her real works."

"Oh, of course I have. It is very shocking."

Although Mashiro herself is a nobody in her daily life, her paintings are filled with rich emotions that can touch people's hearts. The ability to move people to tears is not just something Rita said casually. Mrs. Izumi and Eriri, who were by her side, cried at the time.

It wasn't the kind of crying that made you wail loudly, but rather the kind of tears of emotion that came from when your soul was struck and you couldn't help but let the tears fall.

"Now that you've seen it, please think about how many possibilities are contained in Mashiro's fingertips. It's a famous painting that can still be recorded in history even after a hundred, two hundred, or even hundreds or thousands of years. Mashiro is very likely to be able to draw it!" Rita said in an aria tone, speaking in a secondary yet heavy tone, "With a Mashiro like this, can you really bear to let her waste her talent by drawing those useless comics? Can you bear to see those masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages disappear?"

"If Mashiro can really draw something like this, I would definitely want to be able to draw it too..."

"Right! I knew you understood me, Shunsuke!"

Without waiting for Shunsuke Fujii to say the most important "but", Rita excitedly held Shunsuke Fujii's left hand with both hands, feeling that she was suddenly closer to this man.

Mashiro looked at Fujii Shunsuke with sad and unbelievable eyes. She was shaken after being betrayed by the two people she trusted most in just a few minutes.

Fujii Shunsuke pulled out his left hand unhappily: "Ms. Rita, aren't you a British lady? Could you please let me finish my words before you speak?"

"Ah, please go ahead."

"First of all, Rita, do you think it's so easy to produce a world-class painting master in this day and age?"

"If it's Mashiro, then yes!"

"Okay, let's take that as an example. Which painter do you think has the most valuable paintings right now?"

Rita was silent: "...Of course, those who have superhuman artistic talents and work tirelessly."

"That's a wrong answer. The correct answer is those who are already dead, because living people can continue to paint new paintings, but dead painters can't do that. There are only a few of their authentic works in the world, and their value will only increase. Therefore, the works of dead painters and artists are the favorites of collectors."

"I won't cite the example of Van Gogh, who is well-known all over the world. Let's talk about Jean-Michel Basquiat, who was the first and only American artist to break the 100 million mark at auction a few years ago. How do you think he was able to do this?"

"Besides the fact that he was black and zzzq in today's America, he died in 1988 at the age of 27. I personally think this is also a very important reason. Otherwise, why couldn't his works be sold at high prices even though he was famous when he was still alive, but after 2000, the prices of his works have skyrocketed and even become the mainstay of the current art market? Thousands of paintings, not more, not less, just the right number."

Fujii Shunsuke smiled sarcastically: "In the final analysis, this has nothing to do with artistry, it's just about collection value. In terms of artistry alone, I think Mashiro is no worse than him, but why is it that Mashiro is equally famous now, but his paintings just can't be sold for money?"

"Rita, you should understand by now. There is only one reason why Mashiro's paintings are not selling well now, and that is that Mashiro is still young. Unless there are any accidents, she can at least continue painting for a few more decades. How many new works will she have? With each new painting, the old ones will depreciate. It would be strange if the price was high."

"Paintings... the value of a painting cannot be determined by money!"

Rita, who is still living in an ivory tower, cannot accept Shunsuke Fujii's overly realistic and cold words.

"If it's not determined by money, then what is it determined by?"

"Ah... that..."

Miss Rita, who was born in one of the capitalism strongholds, was speechless for a moment.

"Okay, let's avoid the controversial topic first. The most important thing is, I am not talented, and I am one of the useless cartoonists you mentioned. The cartoon that Mashiro is drawing now is a collaboration with me, so you just said that what I do is a waste of talent and useless things? Drawing cartoons is a waste of life?"

".......ah?!"

Seeing Rita standing there in a daze, Fujii Shunsuke rolled his eyes speechlessly. She cared so much about Mashiro and understood him so well, why didn't she pay more attention to her excellent roommate? Did she really think I was a loser like Kanda Sorata who could only complain about himself besides taking care of Mashiro?

ps: Let me show you some of Jean-Michel Basquiat’s paintings. I personally don’t really appreciate them.

168. This move is at least at the level of the top ten

Rita is completely confused now. She originally wanted to find someone to support her, but she didn't expect that she has offended two people. Now she can't say all those touching words that she had thought of with great difficulty on the plane.

Huairou couldn't say anything now, Rita could only steel her mind and act like a bad guy and said:

"Mashiro, your parents may come to Sakurajima soon. If that happens, they will ignore your wishes, complete the procedures for leaving Sakurajima School, prepare for your return to school in the UK, and force you to return to the UK, okay? So before that, please reconsider carefully. Please make a decision based on your own will and come back to the UK with me."

He said "reconsider" and "according to his own will", but the threat in his words was overflowing.

"Rita goes back by herself."

Mashiro pulled her hands free from Rita's tightly grasped hands again.

"I won't go back until Mashiro agrees to go back."

"go back!"

Suddenly, Mashiro exploded. She took two steps forward, then pushed Rita's shoulder and pushed her out of the entrance. Rita, who was at a loss, was pushed out of the door with an unbalanced body before she could figure out the situation.

"truth!"

Ignoring Rita's distressed cries, Mashiro slammed the door shut without hesitation and even locked it.

——Women are so heartless.

"Please wait, please listen to me! Mashiro, Mashiro!"

Shunsuke Fujii stood aside, listening to Rita knocking on the door in vain and calling out loudly, but Mashiro did not respond at all.

"Junjie... I feel so uncomfortable here."

After locking Rita outside the door, Mashiro's expression instantly collapsed. She held her chest with both hands, her lips trembling, and looked at Fujii Shunsuke with blank eyes, as if seeking comfort.

Before coming to Sakurajima, Mashiro's world only consisted of painting and Rita. After arriving in Sakurajima, gradually, there was Shunsuke Fujii, half of Mrs. Izumi, Sagiri and Eriri. Well, the three of them together could barely be considered half of that.

It was a pleasant thing that Rita could come to Sakurajima from England to visit me, and it was also a pleasant thing that the people I cared about could gather together. When these two pleasant things were intertwined, I should have had a dreamlike happy time. But why, why did it turn out like this?

Fujii Shunsuke hugged Mashiro's shoulders with great heartache and rested her little head on his arms. Mashiro's slender white arms slowly hugged Fujii Shunsuke's waist, and the two of them snuggled together, and the atmosphere of sadness slowly dissipated.

"Mashiro, please go back to the house first and help me revise the first chapter of Death Note to make it more beautiful. I'm going to cook now. As for Rita's matter, let me handle it."

"Shunsuke doesn't want me anymore?"

Mashiro raised her head timidly from Fujii Shunsuke's arms. Fear was hidden in her seemingly indifferent tone. Her orange pupils were shaking. She was really scared, afraid that Fujii Shunsuke would be like Rita.

"Little fool, you are mine now. Of course I won't let you go. Even if your parents come, I will never let you go. As a pet, just be prepared to be raised by me for the rest of your life."

Shunsuke Fujii first touched Mashiro's forehead, then gently bent down and kissed the place where he had hit her, his lips moving all the way down, bright eyes, moist eyes, straight nose bridge... his tone was both gentle and domineering.

"kindness."

After wiping the silk thread from the corner of her mouth, Mashiro pursed her lips, nodded, and walked barefoot towards the studio.

Walking to the door of the studio, before entering the room, Mashiro paused, turned around to look at Fujii Shunsuke, then continued to walk in and closed the door.

Shunsuke Fujii watched Mashiro leave, then glanced at the door. The knocking sound had gradually become quieter, and then there was no sound at all. He didn't know whether Rita was tired of knocking or had left.

Shunsuke Fujii, who was somewhat dissatisfied with Rita's behavior, decided to leave her alone for a while, to let the cold wind in this late spring night sober him up and figure out his position. What he needed was a Rita who was willing to stay in Sakurajima to help him take care of Mashiro, not a Rita who only wanted to take Mashiro to England. Even if she was a beautiful woman, Shunsuke Fujii would never give her a good look if she dared to steal his girl.

Thinking of this, Shunsuke Fujii went to the kitchen and started cooking as he had just said.

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

First, summon the [Golden Experience] to inject life energy into the ingredients, allowing the ingredients whose quality has deteriorated due to being placed in the refrigerator to return to, no, it should be said that it can surpass the original quality and reach the optimal quality that is the theoretical limit of these ingredients themselves.

Shunsuke Fujii felt that with just this one trick, he would definitely be able to make it into the top ten at Totsuki, right?

There’s no need to prepare in advance, my ingredients are superior to yours in quality, how can you compete with me?

Looking at the ingredients that had become lively again, Shunsuke Fujii summoned the [Star Platinum].

"Ola-o-la-o-la--!"

In the world where time stopped, Shunsuke Fujii processed all the ingredients in an instant with his perfect knife skills. Then, when time resumed, all the ingredients were divided into several pieces and scattered on the plate at the same time without being affected by the order of the ingredients.

"Thank you, Gold Experience and Platinum Star."

In this everyday world, Shunsuke Fujii feels that he has developed many new functions for his stand that their original owners could not even imagine and would never be able to develop in their lifetime.

After the meal was ready, Shunsuke Fujii took out a small portion of it and put it in an insulated box, and then brought the rest to the dining table.

"Mashiro, it's time to eat."

"kindness."

Maybe it was because of Rita, Mashiro was rarely immersed in painting. When Fujii Shunsuke called her, she obediently put down her paintbrush and came out to eat.

After eating and drinking, an hour had passed quietly.

Mashiro returned to the studio again. Shunsuke Fujii stretched, put on his clothes, walked to the entrance and opened the door.

"Ouch!"

Rita, who was sitting on the ground with her back against the door, rolled into the room.

"......Ms. Rita, are you performing a juggling act?"

Fujii Shunsuke didn't expect that she didn't even move a step, but just stayed at his door. Did any of the neighbors see it? He felt that his reputation would be damaged.

"Really...too late, really too late...completely late...very ungentlemanly."

Rita got up from the ground and slowly raised her head as if she was in a tantrum. Her fair face was red from the evening breeze and her legs seemed to be trembling.

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169.Where is the bathroom?

Although she looked very embarrassed, Rita was still trying hard to maintain her ladylike demeanor and elegance. She forced a smile, but her eyes were stubborn. Fujii Shunsuke suspected that she was also a young lady in Britain.

——Einsworth, right? You can ask Eriri then. Even if it’s not a big family, the fact that your grandfather has his own studio means he’s at least part of the upper class.

Extending his hand, Fujii Shunsuke said, "I didn't make any agreement with you... Are you so confident that I will come out to find you?"

"When beautiful women are in trouble, shouldn't boys come forward and help."

Rita placed her right hand on Shunsuke Fujii's large palm and spoke gracefully.

"Although I really want to refute it, it is indeed the case judging from the current results."

Shunsuke Fujii shrugged, feeling Rita's delicate palm, which did not have the large pores like those of European women, and pulled her up with a little force with his right hand.

The two stood close to each other, and a faint scent of perfume hit their noses, fresh and elegant. Fujii Shunsuke's nostrils twitched slightly, and he did not smell the heavy and rich perfume that was specially sprayed to cover up the body odor.

Although he knew in advance that the possibility was very low, Shunsuke Fujii was really a little afraid that the world would add European and American-specific buffs to Rita in order to create some authenticity. That would be a bit difficult to deal with. But now it seems that she is like Eriri, combining the advantages of both sides rather than the defects.

"Come in, you probably haven't had dinner yet."

"I don't need the sympathy of my enemies—"

Miss Rita wanted to be more arrogant, but the sound coming from her stomach interrupted her.