The Life Trajectory Case Files of Dongfang Yi (Continued)

April 8th, Sunday. The weather is great, but my spirits are low.

It's all thanks to the me from yesterday, that lazy bastard who left me with this mess.

The me of today has quite a few things to get done.

Learning painting skills, writing mission reports, borrowing books from the library, accompanying Sakura Airi for a photoshoot...

Even though I'm a cheater with extraordinary abilities, running around like this is starting to wear me out.

It's all yesterday-me's fault!

He was such a loser; he spent the whole night drawing eggs and couldn't even lock it in as a skill.

That idiot must have believed the rumor that if you can draw an egg well, you can become a master painter.

Heh, I don't know if the eggs were drawn well, but all that was left on the table afterward was a pile of eggshells.

What a foolish glutton!

Unlike the genius me, who finished it in one stroke while accompanying Sakura Airi for her photoshoot.

Not only did I successfully unlock the skill, but I also managed to grind it up to D+ rank, infinitely close to C rank.

However...

The progress is so slow.

It takes quite a long time to finish a painting, so I can't reach a high level in a short amount of time.

And I don't have much time today.

It's all yesterday-me's fault, that slacker who only cared about hanging out with girls!

Cut ties! I must cut ties!

Inside the library, Dongfang Yi, bored out of his mind, began to vent about himself in his notebook.

There's no other reason for it.

Although the plan is solid, he is currently a bit...

Actually, it can't really be called laziness; it's mostly a lack of inspiration.

Since he hasn't been able to make contact with Ayanokoji yet, he hasn't figured out how to fabricate rumors (crossed out)

or create a reasonable emotional budding history for the White Room's greatest masterpiece.

Damn it, why am I not in Class D!

If I were there... it seems I wouldn't need to write this stuff either, nor would I be making any money.

Hmm, Class A is pretty good.

Dongfang Yi, who never suffers from internal conflict, reached a reconciliation with himself at light speed.

Currently, four carefully selected books are placed beside him, and he is idly spinning a black carbon pen between his index and middle fingers.

He plans to borrow them and study in his dorm once he gets tired of staying here.

Sitting across from Dongfang Yi is Sakura Airi.

Although he is somewhat worried about the girl's grades, it's only the beginning of the semester, so there's no need to be that anxious yet.

Dongfang Yi thinks it's better to train her concentration first.

By the way, she is currently reading an advanced photography tutorial and is quite engrossed in it.

Dongfang Yi scans the room, confirming that Shiina Hiyori is likely not here.

During this time at the start of the semester, Class C must be having a hard time, right?

I wonder what the progress is like now.

After all, even in the cafe, he hadn't seen many students from Class C, so he hadn't heard much news.

Could it be that Ryuen has sent them all to the infirmary?

How terrifying, Ryuen. (Monotone)

This point should be added to the mission report.

Having recorded his inspiration, Dongfang Yi feels self-satisfied, much like the logic that creating a folder is half the work done.

I've already done so much, so what's wrong with taking a break?

Becoming lazy once again, his hands feel restless. He quietly uses the pen in his hand to frame Sakura Airi, who is reading intently across from him, and then begins to doodle in his notebook again.

This time, he intends to use the beautiful and graceful girl as his model, because if the model is excellent, the painting surely won't be bad.

After all, without the Mona Lisa, there would be no "Mona Lisa's Smile."

This time, I should be able to gain a large amount of experience. Dongfang Yi feels it's about right.

Ten minutes later...

He successfully drew a...

Somewhat comical anime-style character that looked nothing like the real person.

[Drawing Experience +10]

Perhaps because it was drawn so poorly, the System gave him ten experience points reluctantly as a small consolation.

This System had absolutely no artistic appreciation, Dongfang Yi thought, glaring at the System panel with disdain; it couldn't even understand an abstract style, which was truly embarrassing for the System.

He began to erase the pattern with a blank expression, intending to destroy the evidence.

This was a precautionary measure.

It was to prevent his descendants from "accidentally" exposing his dark history one day after he passed away, when they might try to sell the works of Dongfang the Master—the future generation's great painting virtuoso—for money.

As for why he wouldn't sell them while he was alive? The logic was simple—

Only the works left behind after he died could be called unique masterpieces.

World-shaking works of art, worth a fortune.

While he was alive, this thing could only be called a doodle.

Barely worth a glance, and not worth a single cent.

Looking back through the long river of history, how many great painters in this world were world-renowned while they were still alive?

"Yahallo~"

A soft, small hand reached out from behind Dongfang Yi, tapping his shoulder lightly, and a light, energetic voice rang softly in his ear, causing an Interruption to his attempt at destroying the evidence.

Where is my detection skill?! Someone! Protect the emperor!

Dongfang Yi looked up sharply at the assassin who had suddenly arrived, but his gaze was inadvertently captured by the opponent's powerful crowd-control skill.

She even sways~

Ichinose must have just taken a little hop, he concluded with ease.

However, shouldn't the library be the territory of Shiina Hiyori?

How pitiful, Shiina-san, your territory has been occupied!

"What a coincidence, Dongfang-san."

Ichinose smiled and blinked at him, a holy aura of gentleness and tolerance washing over him.

Dongfang Yi felt that his evil self could no longer resist her divinity and would be converted before long.

He smiled slightly, elegantly yielding the seat beside him:

"Long time no see, Ichinose-san."