The all-powerful middle schooler

"what……!!!"

In the art room, a chorus of sharp shouts rang out.

81 The man with invincibility written on his face

Except for the three people from the Far East Magic Society, everyone else who was secretly observing was shocked.

"Minister, I really can't figure you out."

"I agree with this point."

Natsukawa Shinryo patted his chest, and his fair face was flushed with panic.

Both she and Nibutani realized this once again.

"Sage, indeed... you are unfathomable."

Rikka Takanashi also looked like she had just recovered, with a drop of cold sweat on her forehead.

"If it's so easy for you to guess, then why would I be a minister?"

Hanezegawa Izumi raised the corners of his mouth in a smug smile.

"Ding~"

The bell rang for class, and the art teacher, who was about thirty years old and had a ponytail, walked in from the door.

"Hello everyone, I'm your art teacher Yumiko. From now on, just call me by my name! Also, if you have any questions, just ask me. Just think of me as your sister."

She has soft eyes and is full of youthful vitality, and she quickly established good relationships with the students.

"Since everyone has chosen art class, they should all have some basics, right?"

She made the inquiries very carefully, and after confirming this, she officially started the class.

"Everyone in Class B and Class C, let's draw portraits of two people with similar student numbers..."

Yumiko did not follow the rules. Since she already had the basics, it would be more practical for her to give guidance on painting.

Then......

The easels stood opposite each other and he looked sideways.

"Please give me more guidance from now on, Minister."

The white-haired witch in front of him smiled and raised her white and tender little hand and waved.

at the same time.

Rikka Takanashi happened to be facing off against Nibutani Morika, and the two of them stared at each other, which was a bit awkward for a moment.

"Kotori-san, can you draw me more normally?"

Nibutani Morika seemed to have foreseen something and made a request.

"Then do what you want."

Rikka Takanashi said very calmly.

……

"How do I draw it?"

"Should I draw the minister more handsomely so that he will feel more satisfied and understand my intentions?"

Natsukawa Masuyoshi looked at the drawing paper in front of him, thinking to himself, with a playful smile on his face.

"No, no, no, if I just praise the minister, it's probably hard to arouse his emotions, right? So I should do the opposite and draw him very ugly, so that he will pay attention to me... But that doesn't seem right either."

Quickly, she shook her head again and discarded the idea.

The Minister is still too elusive.

So, just draw it normally.

When Natsukawa Shinryo stopped hesitating and leaned out half of his body, wanting to take another look at the minister's face and continue painting, he happened to see the minister stop writing.

"The painting is finished."

Izumi Hanesegawa put his paintbrush aside and stretched.

"Ah? You finished it so quickly! Minister, you didn't draw me as a stick figure, did you?"

Natsukawa Masuzu hurriedly left her seat, intending to take this opportunity to attack, but when she saw her own 'portrait', she was stunned.

"Eh?"

The person in the painting is extremely beautiful, with long pure white hair. She is wearing elegant black clothes and standing on the grass, letting the wind blow her hair. The expression on her face is half-smile, and there is an indescribable magic about her.

“It’s really beautiful.”

She commented first.

It is not the person that is being praised, but the painting.

"Is this the 'Greedy Witch' in the Minister's eyes?"

Natsukawa Masuyoshi asked again.

She separated herself from the Greedy Witch and refused to admit that she would be like that.

"That's it."

Izumi Hanegawa left room for maneuver and did not emphasize anything.

"Okay, okay, Minister, that's how you draw it, right? Then I'll be serious too!"

Natsukawa Makoto stomped her feet like an angry little girl, hurried back to her seat, picked up the paintbrush, and started painting on the drawing paper, using her favorite style to interpret him in her eyes.

"Hasegawa-san, you draw so well! It's just like a comic, and it fits Natsukawa-san so well! Whether it's tennis, basketball, running, or painting, you're really versatile!"

Suddenly, a cheerful female voice sounded behind him, praising him highly.

"Hmm? Are you... Nakano-san?"

He turned around and saw the other person's familiar face, feeling a little confused.

Because the voice is a little different, and so is the dress.

"Yeah, I'm Nakano-san."

The other party nodded in agreement immediately.

"No, you're not the Nakano-san from our class."

He immediately denied it and concluded, "You should be Nakano-san's sister."

Eh?

Nakano Yotsuba's expression was stunned, the secret was exposed!

"Did Miku tell you that?"

"No, I just happened to take a look at the grade rankings earlier and found that five Nakano students were among the bottom few."

He shook his head.

“Uh, hehehe…”

Nakano Yotsuba scratched her head, feeling quite embarrassed.

"Well, we are quintuplets."

Suddenly, Nakano Miku appeared beside them and took over the conversation.

Because she switched positions with others and formed a group with Yotsuba, she was able to notice what the two were doing.

"Let's not talk about these things anymore."

Nakano Yotsuba dropped the subject and pointed at the easel behind her back.

"Hasegawa-san, since you can draw so quickly, could you please help me draw a portrait of Miku? I can't help it. After seeing your work, I completely lost confidence."

She clasped her hands together and prayed, her eyes shining, making her look as pitiful as a cute little animal.

"Yotsuba, don't make such a disturbing request."

Nakano Miku looked at Yotsuba, and there was even a hint of warning in her eyes.

"It doesn't matter. I'm bored anyway, so I'll just draw something casually."

For Izumi Hanegawa, this didn't take much effort at all, so he agreed without thinking.

This is an art class, so it’s not considered excessive.

He started painting again, and Miku and Yotsuba stood behind him, watching him paint.

I saw the paintbrush moving up and down smoothly, each movement was as graceful and powerful as a dance. The slight rustling sound made by the contact between the brush tip and the canvas actually became a pleasure at this moment.

"finished."

After a while, he stopped painting.

"Is this... me?"

Nakano Miku looked at herself in the painting, lowered her head slightly, her eyes hidden by her bangs, with no expression on her face, but revealing an unspeakable melancholy.

Normally when she looks in the mirror, she can't see so many details.

"It's pretty much the same as the image I had in mind for Miku! This drawing is so lifelike!"

Nakano Yotsuba exclaimed once again.

"Um, Hanesegawa-san, can you please..."

She really couldn't bear the impulse in her heart, so she clenched her hands tightly together with a shy expression.

"Okay, I'll draw you one, too."

"Thank you! Hanesegawa-san! You are such a good person! I always thought you were the kind of person who was very arrogant, very strong, and very unkind. It seems that I misunderstood you!"

The girl even gave him a warm hug, attracting everyone's attention.

There's no need to be so moved, right?

And is this image of me that you pieced together from hearsay?

Under his gaze, Nakano Yotsuba awkwardly loosened her hands and took two steps back.

"Yotoha, you're too proactive."

"I'm just expressing my gratitude! It's worth dying for to have a portrait like that!"

"Don't say the word 'death' so easily."

He could faintly hear the conversation between two girls behind him, but he was still able to continue painting without distraction.

“Finally the painting is finished.”

Nestled in the corner, Natsukawa Masuyoshi looked at his own painting with a satisfied expression, then looked up.

"Hasegawa-san, please draw one for me too!"

“Just draw it on my heart!”

“You can draw on me, too.”

"You guys should go away now and don't bother Hanesegawa-san anymore."

At this time, a group of girls were surrounding Hanegawa Izumi.

"Humph, a bunch of sows in heat. Even in a prestigious school like Shuchiin, human nature is still so ugly."

As someone who is against love, she is most disdainful of these "love-brained" people.

"Hey, teacher, is this how art class is taught?"

Her eyes were cold as she turned to look at Yumiko who was standing next to her.

"oh oh."

Although she is an adult, Yumiko couldn't help but feel a heavy pressure under such a gaze.

"All of you, go back to your seats and stop disturbing Hanesagawa-san!"