Chapter 320: 134.6 women gathered together_2
"Are you going to sketch, Senpai?" Fujiwara Reya got up and followed her outside.
"Yes."
"I’ll accompany you."
"No need."
"How about I sketch a portrait of you, Senpai?"
Hoshimi Rinko felt somewhat tempted but neither agreed nor rejected the offer.
Having spent enough time with her, Fujiwara Reya naturally knew it was a tacit approval. He knowingly took the tools from her hand. Kasahara Asuka followed in flip-flops, ready to create mischief at any moment.
After leaving the dojo, the three of them arrived at the windbreak by the beach.
Today was a beautifully bright day, with little wind, and the sun cast a shimmering glow on the pine needles of the windbreak. Little white-breasted birds flitted between the branches, nimbly grooming their feathers.
Hoshimi Rinko took out a book and casually sat down against a pine tree. Fujiwara Reya set up a drawing board next to her, maintaining a two-meter distance, not much different from before.
"Just like before," he said while clipping the drawing paper, "you can pose in the way you like. It doesn’t need to change much, and it’s okay to move a little."
Hoshimi Rinko tilted her head to glance at him.
She didn’t respond, but her look seemed to reproach him for stating the obvious.
Fujiwara Reya, holding a pencil, measured the various elements of Senpai’s body like using a ruler. Sketching a body requires more time to accurately capture the model’s appearance and physique and to present it in the most beautiful way possible, unlike capturing quick facial sketches.
"Is it okay to talk while you sketch?" Kasahara Asuka probed from the side.
"Of course, it’s fine," Fujiwara Reya said as he held the pencil and drew the first line on the paper.
Kasahara Asuka watched him draw for a while and then, like a curious cat, crouched down to play with various tools in hand—brushes, paint, canvas... She picked up two brushes and tapped the easel, which made a faint "Duang" sound.
"You shouldn’t touch other people’s things casually!" Fujiwara Reya reminded her.
"It’s okay, it’s not something valuable," Kasahara Asuka said, looking at the disapproving expressions of the two, quickly adding, "Besides, both Senpai and I like our senior so much, maybe we’ll become one family someday. She won’t mind."
Hoshimi Rinko, who was about to scold her, immediately saw her stern, cold gaze turn into a gentler, submissive one.
The junior has such insight... Fujiwara Reya also decided not to lecture her at this moment.
Asuka, ah, she may be a bit spoiled, but she is very nuanced in understanding people’s minds. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have successfully teased Hoshimi Rinko so many times that she turned green with anger, yet managed to come out on top.
The early morning’s bright sunlight filtered through the forest, making the air crisp and fresh.
Hoshimi Rinko leaned against the tree trunk, reading a book she brought from Tokyo.
The sunlight streaming through the forest illuminated her simple beige dress, creating a tranquil and poetic scene.
Fujiwara Reya slowly outlined Senpai’s face and upper body with a pencil.
The key to a good sketch is how to transplant a person’s depth onto a flat surface. Capturing their subtle dynamic moments in a static form is also essential. He’s good at this, his skill surpassing his shoemaking talent by at least five floors.
Kasahara Asuka, having played enough, looked up at the drawing.
Next to the half-finished sketch of a person, the words [Komorebi] were written. This is a specific term, referring to the sunlight filtered through the leaves and branches.
"Senior, your drawing is fantastic!" The junior seemed a bit moved.
"If you like it, I’ll draw you one too later," Fujiwara Reya said, fully focused on the canvas, his tone unconsciously a bit boastful, "It’s a piece of cake for your senior!"
"Why do you draw sketches, Senior?" Kasahara Asuka asked curiously.
"By thoroughly sketching, you can understand the person bit by bit, step by step."
"Why?"
"Drawing a person is actually a process of understanding them. It’s not with words but with lines, shapes, and colors."
"I don’t get it!" Kasahara Asuka made a funny face.
Hoshimi Rinko lifted her gaze from the book and looked at Fujiwara Reya with eyes that slightly smiled.
Since the day she met him, she’s admired his undistracted focus in everything he does. His white shirt glinted like white light, and a dragonfly mistook it for a white flower, resting on it. The seaside in the early August morning only enhanced his charm, making Hoshimi Rinko’s gaze increasingly resemble that of a cat lover who saw a soft-furred white cat.
This slightly tender look made Kasahara Asuka somewhat unhappy.
With her eyes darting around, she gently rested her chin on Fujiwara Reya’s shoulder and innocently asked Hoshimi Rinko, "Aren’t Senior and I a perfect match?"
The sea breeze was gentle, the sun was bright.
A handsome, flawless young man and a lively, beautiful girl.
Hoshimi Rinko instantly put away her smile, snorted coldly, and returned to her book.
"Hehe," Kasahara Asuka chuckled, looking at Fujiwara Reya, "Senpai is so adorable, I can’t bear to laugh at her as a loser."
Fujiwara Reya: "..."
Right, right.
You can’t bear it.
At times like this, it’s best not to engage with you, or you’ll never stop.
Seeing Fujiwara Reya not responding, Kasahara Asuka hatched another plan, focusing on the sketch with a tone of envy, "Senpai is truly beautiful and elegant, even her picture exudes a celestial aura."
"Hmph!" Hoshimi Rinko’s expression showed some pride.
"But the chest is a bit small."
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Fujiwara Reya noticed that Senpai had clenched her fist.