The peaceful daily life of the heroine in the other world

In other words, although the tuition fee is only average for private high schools, the rice that Yundong can harvest from bigwigs every year still makes his assets quite considerable.

The school has been established for more than 20 years. The president and most of the school directors are still the ambitious young people back then. They are still in their prime. They are all determined to turn this place into a top university in Tokyo. Therefore, all the money is spent wisely. Not only are the facilities on campus complete, but the faculty is also strong and updated every year.

The two comprehensive art studios A and B on the fourth floor of the first teaching building are usually used as art classrooms for students, and serve as activity classrooms for art painting clubs during club activities.

There is the Art Club which has existed since the school was founded, the Art Club which is the second oldest, and the Comics Club which has only been established for a short time.

There are three painting clubs on campus, but Yundong only has two studios.

Although the school is well-funded, there are ten classes in the first year of high school, from A to J, with 10 students in each class. Assuming one art class for each class, there are only art classes per week.

Seniors face the pressure of graduation so they have art classes every two weeks. Even if we include the sophomore classes, there are only twenty-five art classes a week for the entire school.

On average, there are five classes a day from Monday to Friday. If the classes are evenly scheduled, two studios are more than enough for rotation. In the school's view, it is best if the classrooms can be fully filled, and the utilization rate is just right, so there is no need to build new ones.

Although the school is rich, it is not rich enough to spend money to build a new art classroom specifically for a club with dozens of students, so the two activity classrooms are shared by three clubs.

It was fine before, with only the Art Club and the Fine Arts Club. But with the comics club that was established a few years ago suddenly squeezing in, the style of painting instantly changed from a joyful artistic exchange to the Romance of the Three Kingdoms!

...

"In short, three monks and two cups of water, who will give in?"

"The storm is brewing again, and the Three Kingdoms War is about to begin!"

"Every tribal conflict must end with the sword!"

Leaning against the wall and listening to her story for a long time, Amemiya frowned slightly, "Is it as exaggerated as you say?"

"Don't underestimate my intelligence network!"

The white-haired girl said seriously, "My classmate who's great at chatting has only been in the comics club for a few days, and he's already been tortured by the disputes between the three departments! If someone with social anxiety like me joined them, I'd definitely be beaten to the ground by a life-reincarnation punch and never get up again!"

Social Terror

Miss Amamiya suppressed her urge to complain, "Really? Why haven't I heard her say that?"

"Gugu, Yasasi is good at chatting and just doesn't want to make you worry."

..Is it true or false?

Amemiya Yi frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

Because Kana Nakamura had been talking all the way to the studio, they had already arrived.

"If you don't believe me, Xiao Yugong, just check your phone and the school forum and you'll know whether what I said is true or not!"

"Row."

【Art Classroom A】.

She looked up at the sign at the top, took out her cell phone, went to the campus forum and searched for Art Classroom A.

I found a post titled "Which club does Art Classroom A belong to?" It was just posted and is very popular.

She clicked in casually.

[First Floor: As everyone knows, Studio A has long been the territory of the Art Club.]

Less than five seconds passed.

[Second floor: No, this is the art club]

A few more seconds passed.

[Third floor: Wrong, it's the comics club]

It was normal at first, but after waiting for a while I realized something was wrong.

【From the Art Club! 】

【From the Art Club! 】

[The old guy above is dropping gold coins, this is the art club! ]

[Art and Design Union Pen Laji Comics Club! Back to Sima! ]

【Impeccable! 】

【I am impeccable, your impeccable! 】

[I ** supermarket * your *** community]

【Sima**** Society】

【you****】

Later on, it was no longer a fight for ownership of the classroom, but gradually became a ** competition, where whoever ** the most won.

In just a few minutes, the war of words began.

The people from the three societies fought all the way to the edge of the universe, and even the words were erased!

Because the administrator came and started to ban people from speaking.

Then, with the dull silence, the post sank into the sea, and no one paid attention to it for a moment.

Obviously, this kind of thing has happened more than once or twice.

"..."

Miss Amemiya had a blank expression on her face and was stunned in her heart.

..It’s really in Three Kingdoms Kill.

"Hey, the administrator noticed my post so quickly..."

Kana Nakamura looked at the phone that was gradually sinking and sighed helplessly.

"??"

Yu Gongyi glanced at the host's name..

A veteran tragedy lover.

"So this was posted by you?!"

"Guh, my post was just the trigger." Nakamura Kana waved her hand. "Now you see how much they care about the ownership of the activity room, right?"

"is a bit."

Amemiya thought for a moment, walked tentatively through the front door of the classroom, and peeked into the classroom through the first window.

Coincidentally, I just looked out and saw my old acquaintance, Airi Uezawa.

At this moment, she was leaning against the classroom wall with her back to the corridor, painting on the drawing board.

Because they were very close, Amamiya Yi could see at a glance that it was a classic 2D beautiful girl.

However, it is quite normal and the painting is pretty good.

"As expected, my little Airi is still relatively normal..."

Miss Amemiya breathed a sigh of relief, and then she saw the pink-haired loli suddenly took out a cell phone from the side.

[Yundong Alumni Forum: Which club is Art Classroom A affiliated with? (Curious)]

Airi Uezawa clicked on it, flipped through it casually, and instantly entered combat mode, tapping her fingers violently.

"I'm fucking your fucking dream, stupid ****, the worst in the comics club!"

【You have been banned from posting by the administrator! 】

"Humph!"

Afterwards, the pink-haired loli pretended nothing happened, put away her phone, and continued to draw the beautiful girl.

"Xiao Yu Gong... aren't you going in?"

Yu Gongyi shook her head:

"Don't make any noise, I'm thinking."

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They are also the second week: Chapter 43 Uezawa Airi

Ever since I was a child, I have vaguely felt that I am different from others.

The adults in the izakaya are unpredictable. The smiles of the kind parents are extremely fake. On the way to school, I always have a vague feeling that someone is following me. Even when I am in school, I feel that there are strange gazes in secret, observing my every move.

I feel like I am living in a box without a door. The blue sky is an iron lid that keeps me from flying around. The fences of school and home enclose the boundaries of my life. I can't see a trace of darkness, but I can't see the freedom and light I want either.

But she is not a strong person, and no one knows better than herself the cowardice and timidity in her heart.

Airi Uezawa didn't know what she would face if she took the initiative to lift the lid and tear open the fence, so she pretended to know nothing, forgot about her worries and troubles, and showed a happy smile that the people who locked her up wanted to see.

It seems that this way I can stay in the bright present forever and not have to face the vague future.

However, this suppressed emotion made her unconsciously worried, and she instinctively fantasized about the other side of herself, the self who dared to break the box and face the darkness.

If you don’t have the courage to achieve what you desire, you will hate your cowardly self more and more.

As a result, I became more and more gloomy in my daily life. Even when facing greetings from my parents who were wearing false masks, it was difficult to get better. I gradually lost friends at school. My body did not grow up like that of an elementary school student. I could not continue with my studies. Everything in my life was heading in a negative direction.

The turning point of the matter started one day in junior high school.

It was less than three years ago.

Out of curiosity, I wanted to change myself, so I hid in the room, the only place where I wouldn't feel like I was being watched all the time, and secretly drank some cocktails.

At that moment, she lost consciousness, and the self in her dream seemed to have become her fantasy self. She seemed to see a future in her dream that she had never touched.

In my fantasy, I am a confident and optimistic high school student.

I have a group of good friends, a happy family, and a perfect and beautiful lover...

Guh...why is the other person a girl? !

When I woke up, I found that half an hour had passed.

The surroundings were exactly the same as when I woke up. It was obvious that nothing had happened, and I couldn't remember what the dream was about. However, I felt inexplicably refreshed after having the dream.

Is it because I have no tolerance for alcohol? Is it because I got drunk and acted like a drunk and wasted my time?

She didn't know why, but whenever her emotions got too overwhelming, she would try to drink a little.

The alcohol content was very low and she was not yet of the appropriate age, but just like a middle-aged person who knew the harm of cigarettes but still couldn't help smoking, she couldn't help drinking something that could temporarily relieve stress and make her forget her worries.

Was he ill? Addicted to alcohol?

But I only drink a little each time, and I pass out after just a few sips of low-alcohol liquor. It seems that nothing is wrong with me. I am not sick, right?

Come to think of it, she actually doesn't like the taste of alcohol at all, she just simply likes the dreams she has after drinking...

The strange emotions accumulated faster and faster, and my body, which was originally as flat as that of an elementary school student, also developed very quickly. In just one or two years, my body had surpassed the curves of girls of the same age. In my mother's words, I suddenly became more feminine.

The frequency of drinking has also changed from secretly drinking every once in a while in the beginning to now, I take it for granted to drink a little every night when I get home.

It sounds unhealthy, but it is irresponsible to talk about toxicity without looking at the dosage.

Alcohol with a three or four alcohol content is similar to juice. Just a few sips, even an elementary school student wouldn't feel anything after drinking it. It's just that I'm allergic to alcohol, so the reaction is particularly strong. I'm so incompetent that I got drunk after just a few sips.

The situation in the dream is not static. Even though I am always myself, the time in the dream is advancing day by day, and each day goes by faster than I can imagine. Half an hour in the dream is just a few days. From the first year of high school to the second year, and then to the third year, it seems like just a few short weeks.

The me in my dreams only appears after drinking, helping me relieve stress, so I feel lighter in school and daily life. I feel inexplicably relieved when talking with the adults in the izakaya, and my cheerful and optimistic attitude is no longer a mask, but a smile from the heart after venting my troubles.

It's shameful to escape, but it's indeed joyful.

More and more people were attracted by my outward sunshine and confidence. Gradually, many friends gathered around me, and my academic performance was also flourishing. I seemed to be gradually becoming the person I had imagined.

She gradually picked up the same problems as herself in her dreams.

I have an inexplicable fascination with violence, and I can feel strangely refreshed even just by arguing with others.

They suppress it on weekdays, but once they go online where no one knows about it, they will enjoy the pleasure even more.