Classroom of the Elite: Controlling My Score to Enter Class 1-D, I Became the Demon Lord
Chapter 97

What do you think of me?

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It had to be because he had barely dabbled in drawing.

With his talent for learning, a little diligent practice would surely get him somewhere in time.

Speaking of drawing, Advanced Nurturing High School apparently had an Art Club, and Kamuro Masumi happened to be a member.

If the mood struck him someday, he could drop by the Art Club and pick up a few pointers.

After all, Tatsuya Sakuya was not a member of the Student Council yet.

Thinking about the Student Council reminded him of what Horikita Manabu had said.

Members of the Student Council were not allowed to join any other clubs.

Tsk, tsk.

That was all for later. Right now, his top priority was to erase the evidence.

Tatsuya Sakuya hurriedly began rubbing out the entire drawing, with no intention of preserving it.

This counted as a necessary precaution.

It would prevent anyone from bringing up his "debut work" someday when the future master artist Tatsuya Sakuya's paintings fetched astronomical prices.

Throughout the long course of history, how many master artists had achieved worldwide fame while they were still alive?

The most obvious example was Vincent van Gogh, who had received almost no recognition during his lifetime, sold only one painting, and committed suicide after enduring tremendous mental anguish.

Yet within just a few decades of his death, he had risen to become one of the world's greatest painters.

This drawing was just like The Starry Night back then. Even if Tatsuya Sakuya himself was dissatisfied with it, that would not stop future generations from seeing it as a "masterpiece for the ages"!

But now that he had rubbed out half of it, it had taken on an indescribably eerie quality.

There was something impossible to describe about the drawing now. Tatsuya Sakuya called it abstract.

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