I have a special way of painting

　　The class atmosphere is quiet, according to the teacher's teaching method in the classroom, all students stare at the objects in front of them, and make lines on the drawing paper.

　　The same was true for the one man and two women trio in the corner, but compared to the other groups, the atmosphere here was much heavier.

　　Miku held the pencil, and stared straight at the drawing board without a hint of fluctuation in her eyes. The face that always made her impossible for people to see what she was thinking slightly sideways, as if peering at the young man in front of her, but she immediately withdrew her gaze, slowly drawing on the paper.

Nino had absolutely no intention of painting, her smile growing, her fingers twirling the pencil neatly, and she didn't even think about starting to draw. She just stared straight at Shinichi with evil intent in her eyes.

　　As the target that the two girls had just quarreled with, Shinichi was under a lot of pressure, but he didn't think he should lose here.

　　Apologize? Embarrassed? Nervous? Angry?

　　There isn't any.

　　Taking a deep breath, Shinichi closed his eyes, and the key point of the teacher's explanation came to mind.

　　Draw circles, straight lines on both sides, connect triangles, connect circles and arcs.

　　The art books he had been reading came to mind again, analyzing, combining, and rebuilding. The knowledge points are extracted one by one, discarding the husk and saving the essence, and then integrating them to find the simplest and most perfect answer.

　　How to draw the best portraits in minutes, perfect in mind and ready to go!

　　Shinichi opened his eyes, a cold light flashed in his calm eyes, he stretched out his hand straight, and quickly crossed Nino's face from the air.

　　"Wow! What are you doing all of a sudden?" Nino is surprised, thinking that Shinichi will do something to her.

　　But Shinichi ignored her, the composition of the picture was clear in his mind, and the steps were also clear and accurate. Next, it's time to draw!

　　Shinichi will never involve personal matters in learning and knowledge.

　　It didn't matter who the other party was or whether he had been in conflict with her or not, unless it hindered his learning, it was pointless to mention.

　　He was out of luck, and painting had always been his short version. Now he only had the chance to practice, so naturally he couldn't be neglected due to personal matters.

　　He only had one goal now, and that was to learn how to draw the best portraits, and he could ignore everything else for now, and even take it for his own use, turning it all into nutrition for his own growth!

　　Indeed, he was a man who went all out to acquire knowledge!

　　His hands danced wildly on the drawing paper, and the sound of the pencil tip slicing through the paper sounded sharp and firm, but he didn't even look at it, but just stared at Nino quietly, as if she was the only one left in the world.

　　"Wait, th-this is just an image, why are you so serious!" Being stared at with such intense gaze made Nino not care to aim at Shinichi, and a glow appeared on her face, she dodged with redness, and even covered her face completely with a drawing board, "Pervert! Do not look at me! You really are disgusting!"

　　"If I don't see you, there's no need to look, I completely remember your face." Shinichi said calmly without realizing it.

　　"Disgusting! Makes me want to puke! Sexual harassment expert!"

　　"Whatever you say." Shinichi was completely immersed in the pleasure of painting, leaving his other senses and concentrating on finishing the painting in his hands.

　　In less than ten minutes, he stopped drawing and frowned in dissatisfaction.

　　"Tsk, it's done, but the finished product isn't that great… Sure enough, there's still a limit to human memory?"

　　Hearing what Shinichi said, Nino finally raised her head from behind the drawing board, her face still slightly blushing, but she still raised her eyebrows with great interest.

　　"Finally finished painting? Then let me see what pictures you can make, you pervert."

　　After she finished speaking, she was about to walk towards this side, but was stopped by Shinichi with a serious tone.

　　"Let's see later, let me finish Miku's drawing while I still feel it."

　　"You..." Nino still wanted to say something, but seeing Shinichi's serious face that couldn't be denied, and the deep eyes staring at her, the body that stood up unconsciously sat back down.

　　Realizing that she seemed to be "scared" by this man, Nino couldn't help frowning and sulking: "This serious look, like a different person, are you pretending!"

　　Shinichi ignored her, opened the next page of the picture book, and looked at Miku.

　　"Nakano Miku."

　　Miku looked taken aback by the development just now, she just sat there in a daze, even stopping in the middle of a painting, and didn't know what she was thinking.

　　Shouted by Shinichi, her whole body suddenly trembled, and Miku immediately regained her senses, and panicked in confusion: "Ah, that, that, what's wrong..."

　　"In order to better complete the classwork, next time please cooperate with me." Shinichi said to her seriously.

　　"Eh?! Cooperation... But, how?" Miku put down her pencil hesitantly, sat down on the chair, and since she didn't know where to put her hand, she just put it on her thigh.

　　Shinichi's eyes lit up: "Please keep this posture, wait for me for ten minutes."

　　He took out a pencil and drew a cross on Miku from the air, then his eyes locked, and he released an aura of incomparable concentration.

　　Miku instinctively sensed the threat, and before she could run away, she instantly felt what Nino had just felt.

　　A pair of calm and gentle eyes stared straight at her, and a gaze that seemed to be filled with heat swept across her body, from top to bottom, from chest to feet, as if everything about her was under that incomparably aggressive gaze. It was like being stripped naked, but Miku didn't feel disgusted being violated. On the other hand, because of the solemnity and sacredness contained in that scene, she was unable to think of any faults or run away.

　　His expression clearly told her, he was studying, he was in contact with the unknown. He records, and he tries to create the best work.

　　Hearing Shinichi's voice dropping the pencil tip on the paper, Miku sat up stiffly.

　　Maintaining this posture right now wasn't just because of an order. The bigger reason was that she was afraid that if she moved casually, she would shyly run away from class and find a pool to jump in to cool off.

　　The heat from inside seemed capable of burning blood, her cheeks and ears were already red enough to make her wonder if she had a fever. Her heart was racing like never before, her consciousness was starting to blur.

　　This wasn't love, she knew that all too well. This kind of reaction is definitely not love, because there is no feeling of happiness at all.

　　It had been nearly 17 years since she had been alive, and this was the first time Miku had been looked at seriously with fiery eyes.

　　A second was like a day, and an instant became an eternity, as if no one was around, only she remained the same.

　　From shy, tormented, and wild-minded in the beginning, Miku is numb by the end.

　　She stared blankly into the distance, her expression indifferent and blank, her body motionless, and she gave up thinking like a statue.

　　Nino looked at her, and couldn't help but pat her chest. Fortunately, she was averting her gaze now, and Shinichi didn't stare at her for too long like now, or else she would be the one who became a statue and stopped thinking at this point.

　　Who knows how long it took, the other students around them had completed the tasks one by one, and the eraser crumbs that fell from the drawing board were like piles of fine snow.

　　"It's finished!"

　　When Shinichi's excited screams sounded, Miku's whole body trembled, as if someone had pulled her back from the opposite shore, her eyes brightened again, and her body swayed.

　　"It's over?"

　　"Yes, it's done. Thank you for your cooperation, the finished product is beyond my imagination!" Shinichi smiled and nodded his thanks.

　　But Miku had absolutely no intention of having fun, but like a balloon that had been punctured, she released her spirit and suddenly collapsed on the chair.

　　With her head raised, her long hair covering half of her face, she stared lifelessly at the ceiling, and whispered to Nino.

　　"Nino, I want to die..."

　　"Ha..." Nino also covered her forehead speechlessly, "Who knew there would be such a development... But this is another behavior permitted by Sensei, we can't refuse at all..."

　　"I can't get married..."

　　"If you think about it this way, then modeling would be the job of single people..."