Tokyo: Who would still fall in love after being spoiled?

Chapter 5 Perhaps, he can regain his dream
"Hey," the short-haired girl asked him, "I lent you my palette, so if I have any questions, I can ask you for help."

"Didn't you say I wanted to draw an elephant's leg?" He always wanted revenge.

“You…” The short-haired girl wanted to get angry, but when they met her gaze, her face quickly turned red. She turned away and complained, “Eavesdropping on girls’ conversations! Ugh… disgusting… If you don’t want to give me instructions, then don’t give me instructions—”

"Saotome-san..." the girl with medium-length hair called her.

"Hi..." The short-haired girl turned around, the blush and disappointment on her face vanishing in an instant. She moved away from the medium-length haired girl and bowed to him. "I apologize for my inappropriate words and actions before! I'm sorry! Great... What's your name?"

"Inoue..."

"The great Lord Inoue!"

Saotome straightened up and asked him with narrowed eyes.

"Okay, now will you agree to coach me?"

He stayed still for five seconds.

In these five seconds, he suddenly thought of Amano and the mental hospital - maybe this woman was the one who could sneak into Amei Liao and kill the parrot.

"Okay..." What else could he say?

"Great..." Saotome's tone didn't contain any trace of joyful cheering.

Girls with medium to long hair seemed to have already adapted to this situation and were not bothered at all.

"Nice drawing, Inoue-san." She looked away from Saotome, a smile on her face, and praised him.

"It's a bit sloppy." Talking about the painting he had drawn, he took another look at it and could see a lot of things that made him dissatisfied.

But he felt that his brushstrokes were naturally spiritual, and would not be so bad as to be inferior to the example paintings he had drawn for his students when he was an art exam teacher.

There was something incredibly endearing in this scribbled drawing, something he hadn't quite grasped even in his dream-chasing phase of a previous life.

"Some places are trying to save time and effort by using clever tricks..." The art teacher watched for a while and then agreed, "Like the example drawings I showed them."

She came closer, picked up a clean, un-dipped paintbrush, and marked a few areas on his painting where adjustments could be made.

"Didn't Inoue-san's private teacher warn you about this..."

Private tutoring... He still lives in a boarding house jointly built by several nearby high schools, so how can he afford a private tutor?

"No." But that saved him the trouble of explaining himself.

"So you hired a private trainer... No wonder." Saotome muttered to herself.

"Even if it's just practice, you have to draw well... This one... Teacher, it's hard for me to draw such a spiritual work myself."

The art teacher couldn't help but remind me, and then said,
"Inoue-san, you've come all of a sudden to participate in this youth painting competition, right? If you want to ensure you win the gold medal, you have to do everything right, not even the smallest details."

"Youth Painting Competition? Gold Prize?!" Well done Saotome, that's what he was about to ask.

"The theme of this painting competition is 'Dreams,'" said the girl with medium-length hair. "Inoue-san's painting is truly a novel approach..."

dream?

Hit by accident.

"It looks quite similar..." Saotome mused.

"Inoue-san, will you come to school on the weekend?" the girl with medium-length hair asked him.

"I can return your brushes and paints now."

"That's not what I'm talking about..." The girl with medium-length hair looked away and raised her hand to gently lift the hair that fell in front of her ear. What was that... instruction?
"Oh...it will come on Sunday." He thought about it.

Having just pulled an all-nighter, he was going to sleep until he woke up naturally on Saturday. After waking up, he would first finish his history notes, then go buy painting supplies, and also spend some time to plan his next actions.

One was to rehabilitate his painting skills to participate in the competition, the other was to catch up on his studies... In addition, he also wanted to find a way to confirm which girls were his lovers in the future foreseen by the system.

It was almost time for the school to close. He and the students and teachers who had been attracted by his paintings and stayed in the art club until now packed up their things, closed the door of the art club, and walked towards the school gate from the corridor.

When he passed by the piano club, he could no longer hear the sound of the piano. He paused and saw that the piano classroom with dim light through the window was empty.

"Come to think of it, I haven't introduced myself yet." Before everyone dispersed at the school gate, the girl with medium-long hair carrying a backpack and a picture album looked at the red light on the other side of the sidewalk and spoke.

"Just tell me your last name." Although he had not triggered the Shura Field system's love mission since he joined the art club, there was no clear list after all, so it was better to be cautious.

"Ichinose."

"Ichinose-san, thank you for your guidance."

"I am..." She smiled politely and bowed slightly. When the light turned green, she and Saotome stepped onto the sidewalk together.

Saotome ran and jumped across the street, turned around and made a face at him.

The art teacher patted him on the shoulder and followed him.

He waved back, turned, and walked along the street in the other direction. The boarding house was not far from the school, just two blocks away, so there was no need to take the tram.

This is one of the few benefits of living in a boarding house.

The room was shared by two people, and he paid an extra person's boarding fee in order to earn money by taking on the drawings.

The room was only about two square meters in size, with a wooden iron bed, tables and chairs moved from school, an iron wardrobe, and a small balcony for drying clothes.

The sound insulation effect of the building materials is even worse than that of the old school building, and you can often hear boys making strange noises in the corridor.

The entrance was curfew at 9 p.m., and the only way to get in after that was to curry favor with the administrator. Curbing meant offering favors, like a pack of cigarettes or two bottles of wine. One or two convenience stores in a nearby alley would sell these things to students without a care.

It can be said that there is darkness everywhere in society.

The existence of these boarding houses exploits a weakness among students—the schools that built them are all public middle schools, and most of the students are ordinary people. With accommodations several times cheaper than rental housing, all other problems are tolerable.

As usual, he went to a cheap restaurant near the dormitory building to have dinner, then stopped hanging around and went straight back to his room.

While eating in the restaurant, editor Sasaki, who was in contact with him for illustration work, sent him a message saying that the light novel author he had recently collaborated with asked him for the address of the boarding building, probably wanting to visit him to express his gratitude.

Congratulations to him! There is now another light novel author willing to work with him on a long-term basis.

He didn't take it to heart.

The light novel I remember described a lot of scenes that were almost like those in adult pornographic publications, and a lot of effort was put into the special outfits of the heroines.

Although he was a little biased, he was most likely a otaku, preferably one wearing square-framed glasses - that's what he believed.

Just as he hung up the phone, a new line of task prompts suddenly appeared in front of him at an inopportune time.

【Mission: Date Hotaru Asakura on the weekend. 】

[Reward: 10000 points]

Things were heading in a direction he had never expected.

(End of this chapter)