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

Chapter 69: Some of the fog dissipated with a wave of the hand. Can he still be stopped?
After finishing his breakfast, Takeda put his dishes in the sink, put on his messenger bag, and hurried out.

I didn't have to dress up, it wasn't like I had to meet someone or go to an audition somewhere; but the training class was only in the afternoon, and there was no need to rush to go for a run...

He didn't take it seriously, just paid slight attention to it for a moment, got up to wash the dishes, and left a note on Line message, mobile email, his bedroom door, and the alarm clock set for 3 pm, asking Kuroki to remember to lock the door when he woke up and left.

Go to school with an umbrella.

I can't find anything that can be improved on the painting I entered into the Youth Painting Competition, and today is almost the last day to finish it.

In a few days, if there is no new inspiration, it will be sent to the art gallery.

After a day and a night of rain, many puddles of varying depths were left on the streets.

Every time a wheeled vehicle passed by, it would inevitably stir up a splash of water. Even though he was walking on the human-shaped path, he would still be splashed by the water, which would land directly on his skin, making him feel cold.

"You're so late, kid!" The teacher on duty today was the one who was responsible for chasing people away with a flashlight before closing the door at night. He thought he was already familiar with him and even greeted him.

"Something happened today."

"The prettiest girl in your piano club comes here before dawn every day."

Amano?

He stopped.

But no one from the piano club has come to school since summer vacation.

Kimura and Kato, who said they didn't have a piano at home, didn't know what they were busy with.

"Except today, I come here early every day. How come I haven't seen him?"

"That means it's earlier than you - the same club. Don't you have contact information? Why are you asking me?" Flashlight waved his hand impatiently.

Dede… He stopped wasting time here and continued walking into the campus.

Walk into the school building, through the corridor, and pass by the piano club.

The doors and windows of both classrooms were still locked and silent.

He took advantage of the dim natural light to look into the window of the interest department classroom. The piano, desks and chairs, podium and even the blackboard were all in the same condition as on the last day before the holiday.

It seems that if you want to know, you can only ask the person directly.

However, whether Amano came to school or not, and what he was doing there, had nothing to do with him...

He collected his thoughts and walked into the art classroom.

"Are you busy today?" In the empty and quiet art classroom, only Ichinose waved to him.

"I stayed up late last night and got up late." He walked over and sat down in his seat.

Ichinose's painting is also being finished.

A room filled with dolls, a girl drawing on the floor, imaginative picture-in-pictures and graffiti on the wall.

Three walls, more than ten paintings, from simple sketches to artistic words, to cartoon characters, to geometric sketches, still life portraits...

A simple, plain, yet accurate and true painting dream.

The composition and color tones are also clean and beautiful.

From the previous works he looked through, it was rare to find a painting of such quality by anyone under the age of eighteen.

Winning the gold reward probably won't be a problem.

"Or should we paint until noon and leave?" "Probably..." He thought of Hei Mu, who was sleeping soundly in his room and reeking of alcohol, and changed his mind. "Let's leave in the afternoon. I don't have anything else to do today."

"Does Inoue-san's drawing need any more revisions?" Ichinose asked uncertainly, a hint of shame in her tone. "Three days ago, I couldn't see anything that needed to be changed... But the drawing now feels completely different from three days ago... I've learned a lot."

"Basically." He also looked at his own paintings, at himself sitting dejectedly in front of the stall, and at the passerby who gave up buying the painting and turned away...

There is always a certain feeling that is hard to explain - yes, this painting is the best he has done for his current level, it is already excellent and complete enough, and can even be said to have reached the pinnacle.

But every time I look at it, I still feel that something is missing, something decisive that can truly transform it and become a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages.

However, he could only feel these. When he tried to explore more deeply what "that thing" was, it was like chasing shadows, and he could not figure it out.

He added patches to the clothes of the art sellers, he added wrinkled twenty-yuan notes to the hands of passersby as they turned away, he added fallen leaves to the paintings spread on the ground...

But all this was just adding details - he knew it in his heart - and none of it could be called anything decisive.

He stared at his paintings, and at himself selling paintings at the intersection, for half an hour, but he could no longer find anything to fill the gaps.

I couldn't help feeling frustrated, as if I had the power but nowhere to use it.

I caught something in the painting, but I couldn't see anything clearly.

The matter of Asakura is also shrouded in mystery.

Where did Takeda go when he hurried out this morning?
Amano hasn't been playing the piano at school lately, what is he doing now...

Not only painting, but everything around him seemed to be suddenly covered with a layer of fog since the start of summer vacation.

There were always things hiding from him, things that seemed easy to find out if he asked, but when he tried to catch them, they hid themselves from him.

"Are you worried about something?" Ichinose asked while resting his wrist, as he still didn't see him start writing.

"...It's okay." He came back to his senses and stood up from his seat. "Maybe I didn't get enough rest last night... I'll go wash my face."

"If you are really tired, you should go back and rest. Don't force yourself."

"clear."

He walked out of the art room and headed to the sink.

When I passed by the piano club, I couldn't help but look inside again...

Forget it... He finally sighed and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

[Inoue: Amano-san, are you at school?]
He couldn't do anything well in this state, he had to adjust as soon as possible.

If you have any questions, just ask directly. Asakura will be frank with you and will try to solve the fog as much as possible first.

Can the rainy season last until September?

He walked to the sink, turned on the faucet to the maximum, scooped up a handful of water, and splashed it on his face.

Repeat several times, take a deep breath, and force yourself to cheer up.

Ding--

Amano also replied to his message.

[Amano: In the wind section.]
Some fog dissipated with a wave. How could he be trapped by something like this...

[Inoue: Can a piano band be included in a brass band?]
[Amano: Large orchestras do.]
[Amano: Secondly, I am not a member of a wind band.]
[Inoue: So what are you doing there? Listening in on the club activities?]
[Amano: Oh, Inoue-san, who's just a figurehead, is actually interested in club activities?]
[Inoue: If you hang out with the brass band every day, when will I ever get to eat my salty cheese cookies?]
(End of this chapter)