"Ah, this—"
Hyakka felt that she could no longer keep up with Su Yang's pace.
And besides...
"Can simply exhibiting them really change people's opinion of me?"
"Of course," Su Yang said. "How much do you think my paintings are worth?"
As he spoke, he continued painting.
"..." Sure enough, it was far too slow.
Su Yang finished another painting, then packed up all the materials.
"There's no one in the art room right now, so let's go paint there."
"Okay." Hyakka simply felt that the person before her painted incredibly well. It gave her a healing feeling.
And she had yet to realize the seriousness of the situation.
Until...
They returned to the art room.
Su Yang stood alone in the middle, setting up six easels in total.
He prepared three palettes.
Then he held six paintbrushes in his hands.
Before she could even react, he had already begun working on six paintings at once at high speed.
"...What is this..." she exclaimed in shock.
"Is he some kind of tentacle monster?"
Hearing her mutter, Su Yang turned to look at her. "This is just normal operation."
Splash—
Class was over.
Su Yang began washing his hands at the faucet by the athletic field.
The paint on his hands really was difficult to wash off.
When he turned off the faucet, a handkerchief carrying a faint fragrance was handed to him.
Hyakka had offered him her handkerchief.
Su Yang did not say thank you, because it was only natural.
Su Yang did not say thank you, because it was only natural.
After all, he had gone all out for her once and broken his own record by painting six pictures at the same time.
There were seven paintings in total.
If he had been painting in the past, he