"I can only go one day on the weekend because I have a commitment on Sunday."

"That's enough, that's enough!" Ichiki Aoi quickly nodded.

"Finally finished! Why is there so much homework on the weekend!" On the other side, Dubian Che had finally finished doing homework for both of them.

Kiyono Lin looked over and a natural smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

With a tone that was half mocking and half commanding, she laughed and said, "From now on, let's study together on weekend mornings."

"On behalf of the entire Dubian family, I agree with Councilwoman Kiyono's proposal." Dubian Che returned the homework to her and then whispered to Jiutiao Meijie, "Councilwoman Jiutiao, do you have any objections?"

Waiting quietly for a while, Councilwoman Jiutiao had no objections—she wasn't awake.

Jiutiao Meijie found out about this during the third art class.

"Today we're drawing sketches of the oak tree, everyone grab your tools and let's head to the school gate," declared the art teacher as soon as she walked in.

"Great!"

"Eh—, can't we do it in the art room? I don't want to run back and forth."

Some wanted to go, others didn't, but they all picked up their Kent paper, sketching pencils, and ink, and headed to the oak tree near the Goda School gate.

The oak tree, which had been planted since the school was established, was said to have been just a seed at the time, but now was beautifully formed with a huge canopy.

The forty students of Class 2-4 could all sit scattered beneath its shade without any problem.

"Meiji," Dubian Che said, "Mr. Kiyono mentioned that she will coach the Wind Instrument Club on Saturdays from now on. On Sunday mornings, the three of us study together, and only then go out to play in the afternoon."

"Hmm." Jiutiao Meijie was noncommittal, her pen tip dipped in a bit of ink, and she started drawing.

The sunlight was good today, occasionally falling through the gaps in the leaves, making the white paper gleam.

Dubian Che was an idiot when it came to drawing, so he never took it seriously—because he had tried in earnest before, but it was no good.

Dubian Che watched Jiutiao Meijie for a while, her pen leading the lines, smoothly wandering across the drawing paper.

Even though it was just the beginning, her expertise could be seen from the fluidity of her lines and her relaxed posture.

Dubian Che then turned to look at Kiyono Lin, wanting to compare the two's drawing skills.

She seemed pretty good too, but not as good as Jiutiao Meijie.

However...

Dubian Che's gaze moved downward, landing on the two legs stretching out from beneath the pleated skirt.

Today she wasn't wearing thigh-high socks but white mid-calf socks—height above the ankle area, located at the lower third of the calf.

The skin was delicate, like two spring onions with the leaves peeled away;

The lines were graceful and the shape round—Dubian Che had never seen such beautiful legs.

"To draw a good sketch, every single stroke is important... Mr. Dubian, continue." The art teacher suddenly called on him.

"Because there's no time for dabbing and changing. If you make a mistake, the entire piece is ruined." Dubian Che was incredibly responsive, his brain, too, was very smart.

"Hmm." The art teacher continued speaking. When she got tired, she took out a water bottle for a sip, then tucked it back under her armpit.

Kiyono Lin glanced up at Dubian Che—'How long are you going to stare?'

Dubian Che replied with a look—'I'm learning how to draw.'

Kiyono Lin cast her eyes down, glanced at her own legs, then back at Dubian Che—'Want me to call you out?'

Dubian Che looked at her legs, then at her—'I don't want to be called out, but I do want to look.'

Kiyono Lin's gaze shifted toward Jiutiao Meijie and Dubian Che quickly withdrew his gaze and started to write vigorously.

After a while, he said, "Finished!"

He lifted the paper and declared with an entranced tone, "The lines of the tree trunk are simply perfect, I am very satisfied."

Jiutiao Meijie glanced over and let out a scoff.

"It's not good?" Dubian Che looked as if he thought she had no appreciation for fine art.

"It's nice," Jiutiao Meijie smiled and nodded.

The drawing of Dubian Che... Have you seen a kindergartener's drawing book? It was the kind with wavy lines for tree crowns.

"Let me see." Jiutiao Meijie reached out her hand, and Dubian Che handed over the drawing paper.

"Even a rough drawing is different with perspective," she began making corrections on it, "Do you know how to use perspective?"

"I definitely don't have that ability! Even if I did, I wouldn't use it for drawing!"

"...Never mind." Jiutiao Meijie at that moment had the air of a female artist, "I hope the artistic talent of our future children will inherit from me."

"...I find that reasonable," Dubian Che expressed his agreement.

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