Chapter 1 Caramel Pudding got caught owo
Akina Amazuki sneakily opened the gymnasium door, only cracking it open, and then quietly peeked in. She immediately saw a person leaping up, as if flying, with golden hair shimmering in the air.
She was inspired, and after closing the door, she sketched the human figure from before onto the paper with just a few strokes. The figure that appeared on the white paper was a person leaping high, and one could vaguely see some momentum and agility.
But Akina Amane just shook her head; she wasn't satisfied with her painting.
She knew that her sneaky observation was immoral, so she furtively looked around and, when she was sure no one would come, she opened the door a crack again. This time, what landed on the tip of her pen was yet another figure.
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Akina Amane wants to become an art student.
She loves art, painting, and observing others.
After moving to Hyogo and starting school in Inarisaki, a semester has passed and she still hasn't made any friends. The girls in her own little group have intentionally or unintentionally distanced themselves from Amaho Akina, but no one is willing to be her model.
The only person she could talk to was the girl in the seat in front of her.
It's okay. Even though she can't find any friends to be her models, she remembers that Inarisaki has a volleyball club. Those people in the volleyball club should be good subjects for human observation and training.
Ah, as expected, observing these people can be very rewarding.
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Gong Zhi had just finished a training session. When he looked up, he noticed that the door to the volleyball hall seemed to be ajar, but when he blinked and looked again, the door was tightly closed.
"Zhi, what are you looking at?" Gong You was wiping sweat with a towel and didn't notice the gymnasium door.
He saw Miyaji staring blankly at the main entrance. He moved closer and stood next to Miyaji, also looking at the gymnasium entrance, but he couldn't see anything.
Gong Zhi simply shook his head: "It's nothing, I think I saw it wrong."
"Hey—Zhu Zhi's eyesight's failing? Could it be because of this that you missed my pass just now? I'm going to tell Mom about your failing eyesight. Poor thing, you can't play volleyball with me anymore." Gong You dragged out the words, sounding a bit cheeky.
Gong Zhi's brow twitched, and he kicked Gong You hard, and the two started fighting again.
Hearing what sounded like a chaotic fight inside the volleyball hall, Amaho Akina was a little puzzled, but she didn't pay much attention. She simply put away a few sheets of paper with satisfaction and walked briskly toward the school gate.
She didn't notice that a piece of paper fluttered down; it was the last piece of paper she had casually placed there while tidying up, and it was also the first drawing she had done that day.
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Gong You slapped his cheeks angrily. He had two band-aids on his face after the fight. Gong Zhi pulled his ear and told him that there was nothing wrong with his eyes.
He was still there, deciding to secretly eat Miyaji's pudding when he got home today. As he hurriedly ran out of the volleyball hall to go home before Miyaji, he caught a glimpse of a piece of paper lying near the steps, with something drawn on it.
Gong You exclaimed "Hey!", picked up the paper, and then widened his eyes.
He can't believe his eyes! That's actually a picture of him!!
Although the drawing doesn't look that good, with some shaky and messy lines, you can still tell that it's the handsome pose he made when he passed the ball!
Gong You's eyes lit up immediately, and he immediately forgot about his plan to rush home and steal Gong Zhi's pudding.
I never expected that a fan would go to such lengths… Gong You chuckled. He treasured the hastily drawn sketch, after all, it was the first time he had ever discovered that someone was drawing for him.
When Gong Zhi came out, he nudged him with his elbow, looking like he wanted to say something but was letting someone ask first, otherwise he wouldn't say anything.
Miyaji twitched the corner of his mouth, annoyed by him, but still went along with Miyayu's wishes: "What are you doing, you idiot Yu?"
It seemed as if he intended to beat Gong You up again if he said anything nonsense.
Kita Shinsuke, who came out from behind, gave them a disapproving look, and Miyaji shrugged.
"Look, a fan actually drew me!" It was as if flowers were falling all around Gong You as he shoved the drawing in front of Gong Zhi with a "whoosh".
Gong You probably thought it was a gift that a fan wanted to give to him but was too embarrassed to leave outside the venue.
At least after he showed it off to Miyaji, he put the paper away again, a big smile on his face, looking rather silly.
Gong Zhi clicked his tongue lightly: "That's all there is to it."
He really didn't want to listen to this guy bragging about himself and thinking he had a huge support group.
"What do you mean it's just this one thing?" Gong You pouted in dissatisfaction, but he calmed down and walked towards his house with Gong Zhi.
Miyaji ignored Miyayu.
He suddenly remembered that during training today, he had inadvertently discovered that a door to the training facility had been opened a crack.
Perhaps someone was spying on what was happening inside the volleyball hall at the time.
Akina Amane was unaware that her first attempt today had already been noticed.
She's still happily organizing today's manuscript paper. Although she doesn't recognize any of the people on it, she's carefully traced them and plans to practice her coloring skills.
As she tidied up the few sheets of paper, Akina Amako suddenly frowned: "Huh?"
She looked at it over and over, but one sheet of paper was still missing—the sketch of the blond boy she had drawn at the beginning.
Akina Amako sighed. She had originally planned to color that drawing, but it was just a pencil sketch, so she figured she might as well just throw it away.
She clenched her fists to encourage herself, thinking that she could just draw again later.
The next day, Akina Amaho spent her quiet break and lunch alone again, and after school, she went to wait outside the volleyball hall once more.
She had no intention of joining any other clubs, none of which interested her, and Inarisaki didn't force everyone to join any clubs, so she simply didn't join any.
That's why I have so much free time to draw after school.
Today, she also quietly opened a crack in the door and peeked into the volleyball hall.
The first thing she noticed was the blond figure; after all, blond hair was just too dazzling. Even though Amaho Akina couldn't understand what kind of training they were doing, she subconsciously drew the boy running on the court.
She forgot to close the door ajar, and for a moment she was only focused on painting. She wanted to paint everyone in the scene, so she quickly sketched a draft and then carefully depicted the figures.
Because her grasp of the human body was still not very precise, Akina Amako sighed in frustration. Today's practice was obviously not as skillful as yesterday's solo portrait.
She didn't realize that someone was walking towards the door.
Gong Zhi happened to be resting when he noticed that the door to the volleyball hall had been opened a crack again, just like yesterday.
Ah, so it's the so-called fan that Miyazaki Yu was talking about who's spying on them and drawing them, right?
Gong Zhi put down his water glass, got up, and walked towards the door.
When the volleyball hall doors creaked open in front of her, Akina Amane hurriedly raised her head.
This was another person who looked exactly like the blond boy; they appeared to be twins. At this moment, Akina Ame still had the mind to let her thoughts wander.
She hurriedly stood up and took two steps back. Knowing that her spying behavior was inappropriate, she quickly bowed and apologized: "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have spied on your training from outside."
Since they've already been discovered, it's better to apologize sooner rather than later.
Gong Zhi glanced at the girl. She had brown hair in a bun, and her bangs fell down when she bent over. In the brief moment he glanced at her, he noticed that she had blue eyes, fair skin, and a relatively high nose bridge.
He remembered that this was the mixed-race student in the college entrance exam preparation class that he had overheard his classmates talking about before.
Gong Zhi wasn't interested in the content of their conversation, but he remembered that there seemed to be a hint of exclusion in their tone, as if it was because the girl in front of him wasn't sociable enough.
Well... in short, the volleyball club doesn't prohibit people from visiting, so this is harmless.
He shrugged: "It's okay, but you were probably spying on us, treating us like models, weren't you?"
Miyaji didn't intend to tell Miyayu about discovering someone who appeared to be their fan, as he was still resentful that Miyayu had stolen his pudding the night before.
That's right. Although she forgot about it at first, Gong You still stole the pudding that was in the refrigerator at night.
"Ah...yes, how did you know?" Akina Amami straightened up again, still somewhat timid, after all, this was a complete stranger to her.
Miyaji simply pointed to the pencil she was still clutching tightly in her hand and the drawing board she was holding in her arms. Amaho Akina realized that she had exposed herself too easily and lowered her head again.
“I don’t mind if you treat me like a model, but as payment and compensation, treat me to a meal this weekend. Also, don’t come to the volleyball court for now; other people have probably already spotted you.” Miyaji’s tone softened, and he realized that Amaho Akina seemed a little scared.
He wasn't lying. When he came out, Kita Nobusuke also looked in this direction, but since he had already come out, Kita Nobusuke didn't.
Perhaps out of personal reasons, he didn't want others to know about this yet, after all, he was the first to discover the truth.
“Yes, of course there’s no problem with that.” Akina Amaho blinked and nodded, indicating that she accepted Miyaji’s suggestion.
After all, she was indeed in the wrong, but she was a little disappointed that the model she had finally found was going to disappear again, so a hint of disappointment appeared on her face.
Well, I've already drawn a little bit, and my drawing skills have improved, which is pretty good! She silently cheered herself on.
"You probably didn't understand. What I mean is, you treat me to a meal this weekend, and in return, I'll be your model for a while this weekend." Miyaji knew from Amaho Akina's expression that she hadn't thought of this.
Of course, he was still more interested in having a meal. The idea of becoming a model was just a bit of curiosity he had because of the painting that Miyako Yu had treasured so much yesterday. He wanted to see how Amaho Akina would paint him.
As expected, Akina Amaho's expression brightened.
She took out her phone, her whole demeanor becoming excited: "In that case, let's exchange contact information and social media accounts. I'll contact you this weekend. By the way, my name is Amami Akina."
Miyaji nodded and took out his phone: "My name is Miyaji."
The two exchanged contact information smoothly, and Amaho Akina left happily today, although she only had a piece of manuscript paper in her hand when she left.
Although she lost the opportunity to continue observing the volleyball team's activities, she now has a new model—she's decided to treat Miyaji-kun well this weekend.
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