Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

"You, you, you, you, you, you, you, don't tell me you want to kill me all."

"We were eliminated in the first round. If you still feel unhappy, we can quit Akatsuki Academy now."

Rina Kazematsu's teeth were also chattering.

Although no one has found out the truth yet, she has a hunch that Tianyin Shinomiya from their academy was made to disappear by the man in front of her.

Now that this man has come here, he might also want to make them disappear.

As for what she said about quitting Akatsuki Academy.

Isn't that natural?

Even if Haramura Makoto hadn't come, she had already thought about quitting Akatsuki Academy and persuading her father to give up.

Without him.

Judging from the current fortune of Akatsuki Academy, after Sarah's defeat, the future of Akatsuki Academy can be seen with the naked eye.

It is wrong to use the term "sunset in the west".

It can only be said that the seedlings, which had not yet grown up, had their roots pinched off.

Are you not quitting Akatsuki Academy now, and waiting for the entire Kazesai Foundation to decline along with Akatsuki Academy?

She is indeed a middle school girl, but she is not a stupid girl.

"Don't think so much."

"I have no interest in you. I'm here to see Sarah Bradley."

With a mocking look on his face, Haramura Makoto walked sideways past Rinna Kazematsu and came to the door and knocked gently.

"I'm Haramura Makoto, open the door."

"Ugh?"

A loud sound of surprise was heard in the room, and a girl in a painted apron walked out of the room.

"You, why are you here?"

For Sarah, the man standing in front of her was a surprise among surprises.

Seeing her look as if she had forgotten everything, Haramura Makoto frowned.

"I'm here to ask you to make a travel bet. You wouldn't just remember the aspects that are good for you."

"..."

Sarah's face suddenly turned red, as red as a ripe peach.

"This, this is true..."

Obviously, the one who was more surprised than Sarah was Rina Kazematsu. She was so surprised that she couldn't even straighten her tongue.

The bet between Haramura Makoto and Sarah was made in front of her.

So she was one of the few people who knew about it, but she really didn't take the bet seriously and just treated it as a joke.

“Um, that—”

Rina Kazematsu was anxious and wanted to speak.

But Sarah stretched out her hand and stopped Rinna Kazematsu from speaking.

"I know what you want to say. I'll tell you about the follow-up later."

Rina Kazematsu was very worried.

She wanted to continue speaking, but she was afraid of being scolded by Sarah. To her, an angry Sarah was extremely scary.

From a standpoint, Sarah is her adopted sister.

How could she not worry?

But Sarah had already opened the door and welcomed Haramura Makoto in.

……

Hmm, what should I say.

It can only be said that Sarah's room did not exceed Haramura Makoto's expectations at all. Her room was as dirty and messy as she was.

The ground was littered with opened paint bottles, some of which had even dripped onto the tiles.

Aprons of the same style as the one she was wearing were scattered randomly on the bed, some were clean and some were dirty.

Sarah sat casually on a chair, her face full of melancholy.

"I remember the agreement."

"However, if you want me to work with you completely, I still need to settle the contract with the Kaze Festival Foundation."

"For the time being, I can only work part-time."

"But I will try my best to prioritize your mission."

Haramura Makoto also tried his best to find an empty spot and sat down.

"None of this is very important."

"The restraints have been imposed on you invisibly. What I want to know now is why you insist on me being your nude model."

"I wasn't interested in asking before, but now I want to know."

Haramura Makoto asked his own question.

He knew very well that he had a unique temperament, and it was precisely because of this temperament that many women were fascinated by him.

It was only natural that Sarah would want him to model.

However, he had already refused several times and put forward such harsh conditions, it was really hard to understand what she was so persistent about.

"It has to be you, no one else."

Sarah shook her head, and her dyed hair fluttered as she shook her head, making her gloomy face look uncertain.

"I have a painting that I must complete. That painting is missing a crucial element. That element must be compensated by you."

"A painting that must be completed?"

"Ah."

Sarah nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice.

From her low tone, she gradually told her own story.

— Sarah Bradley!

The girl who is now narrating herself has spent her life in a hospital bed since the day she was born.

She was born with a serious disease, and her bones were extremely fragile. Just moving around could cause her bones to break. Not to mention standing up and walking, even getting out of bed was difficult for her.

At that time!

She lived in an unknown studio in the suburbs of Italy.

What she could see in that studio was her entire world at that time.

In her narrow world, all she could see all day long were the drawing boards scattered throughout the room and a man who was painting with his back to her.

That was her father, a little-known painter.

He always stood in front of the canvas that covered the entire wall, splashing the paint in his hands like crazy.

It was a religious painting.

The theme of the painting is the Battle of Armageddon, where the Messiah burns away many demons with holy light.

Her father worked hard on the painting year after year, and even if she cried and made a fuss, she couldn't get his attention away.

In the young Sarah's vision, there seemed to be only her father's back.

To the point that she still doesn't know what her father looks like.

Her daily life and her father's daily life were all taken care of by the maid hired by her father.

He seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, completely immersed in the world of painting.

"I hate that painting, and I don't like painting."

Sarah lowered her head, her eyes full of hatred.

"It was that painting that took my father away."

He really hoped that his father would put down the painting in his hand, hold the brush in his hand and come over to hug her.

But not even once, that kind of proper father-daughter relationship absolutely did not exist between them.

Makoto Haramura was silent for a while, but his eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Sarah.

He is also an orphan.

Although I can't completely empathize with Sarah, I can still sympathize with her a little.

"Then why do you pick up a paintbrush if you hate painting?"

"And it's not just the paintbrush you've taken out, the shape of your soul is like this."

Makoto Haramura asked Sarah what he was most concerned about.

"Yes, my father's death."

That's right, the death of the father who didn't care about her.

My father, who was painting day and night, suddenly one day could no longer hold the paintbrush and fell in front of the canvas.

She didn't know why she was crying for this irresponsible father.

By the time the maids took their dead father to the hospital, the test results were already out.

It's illness caused by overwork and death from overwork.

Furious, Sarah cast a hateful gaze at the canvas that had taken her father's life.

She forced herself to stand up, despite her extremely fragile body.

He picked up a knife and stood in front of the canvas, wanting to destroy the thing that took his father's life.

But she stopped her hand.

She was always on the bed before, and she couldn't see anything on the ground with her small field of vision.

Only when I stood up and walked closer could I see it clearly.

There were countless paint residues all over the floor, countless paintbrushes were already broken, and the entire bedroom was filled with various painting tools, making it an unsightly mess.

That was the hard work my father put in and the goal he had strived for throughout his life.

Although he succumbed to fate and did not find inspiration during his lifetime, this painting has become the only bond between her and her father.

There was no way she could do anything with the painting.

Just like that, some time passed.

A friend of my deceased father came to my door.

"I am your father's friend. Your father asked me to take care of you."

His name is Kazematsu Akira.

It turned out that her father had already entrusted this good friend with taking care of his daughter if he died. Upon hearing the news, Feng Jixuan rushed over quickly.

According to the agreement with his good friend, he adopted her as his adopted daughter.

"So you also joined the Rebellion with the help of your adoptive father's connections?"

Up to now, everything is clear.

"Yes, I must join the 'Rebellion'."

“Because only by joining Rebellion can I cure my illness.”

Sarah nodded and admitted it directly.

With the help of Kazematsu Kōzo's connections, Sarah joined "Rebellion", and then found the chief doctor in "Rebellion", who was also one of the twelve apostles at the top - the Great Professor.

The great professor's medical skills are so powerful that even Pharmacist Wu Zi cannot compare to him. He has even mastered the cloning technology perfectly.