Chapter 37: Chapter 33:Short Painting Story
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Togetsu Academy, Rina’s house.
Late at night, Rina lay on the bed, reading a comic book with relish.
Di!
The mobile phone placed on her pillow suddenly received a message. Rina frowned and opened her phone; it was a Twitter message from a female comic author friend:
“Hey, Rina, are you free this weekend? Let’s go eat Chinese food together!”
The profile photo was a cute girl with golden ponytails.
“Chinese cuisine?” Rina raised her eyebrows. The young girl she knew was not only a painter, but also the daughter of a British diplomat. The two met at a celebrity banquet in the past, and later they gradually knew each other’s identity.
No one knew that the ‘Tongue of God’ of Togetsu’s Top Ten had a friend of the same age from a foreign school except for Rina herself and her follower, Feisha.
“Yeah, don’t you know that there is a restaurant that is hotly discussed by the otaku tonight. Just in Ameyoko, Taito…”
Seeing this, Rina took a deep breath, and the abominable face appeared in front of her eyes again.
“Is that restaurant called Xia’s Chinese Cuisine Restaurant?” She twitched her fingers to send a message.
“Oh, Rina, I thought that you, who’s part of the Togetsu’s Top Ten, didn’t care much about the information of local restaurants.”
“…”
Rina was silent until the girl on the opposite side urged her. She hummed and typed hardly, “What sh*t Chinese food, don’t go!”
“Rina, your character is really inscrutable.” The girl sent a sneering expression. When she was annoyed and intended to sneer at the girl, the girl sent the next text that made her heartbeat jump rapidly.
“I recently finished a short story. Would you like to see it, huh?”
“Short story?”
Thinking about the identity hidden by this friend, Rina blushed.
On the surface, she was the daughter of a British diplomat, a well-known Tokyo celebrity, and also known as debutante, but in fact, she was a deep house lady. She was also a small well-known peer painter on the Internet.
Thinking about the delicate and gorgeous book that she had sent before, Rina unconsciously stirred her legs on the bed, and her eyes were hesitant.
“Do you want it?” There was no response from the opposite side. The girl’s tone was impatient.
“No, don’t want!”
“…Really don’t want?” said the blonde girl with double ponytails. “You must be honest, Rina! After all, besides cooking, comics and novels are your second hobby! As a painter, I think I have the responsibility of giving you happiness, which will give you more inspiration for cooking!”
“I’m just saying that this short story was painted especially for you. Heehee, you will be pleasantly surprised after reading it!”
Seeing the last message, Rina was curious. Just as she was about to ask, the phone received a new email with a compressed package attachment, more than 20mb in size, which was quite small for a comic picture package.
Pursing her mouth, Rina received the email, skilfully downloaded it, un-compressed it, and opened it with her mobile phone.
“Full color?”
The first picture was very beautiful, giving a stunning sense of visual spike.
The setting sun was falling. The sky was far away, and the cherry blossom petals covered the ground. The surrounding trees were cherry trees. The two girls’ limbs were entangled in the cherry blossom petals, and Rina’s heartbeat accelerated. She looked carefully and noticed the appearance of the two girls. They were very familiar. She was stunned.
The girl with short red and purple hair was on the bottom, and the girl with long wavy blond hair was on top. She was charming. The girl on the top grabbed the other girl’s uniform and tie, and the other hand picked off the other girl’s white shirt which had been unbuttoned after she took off her coat. If the girl below was half-covered, then the girl above was too exposed. Her skin was white as snow. Below was a short uniform skirt. The black stockings on the right leg faded to the ankle.
“Hiss…”
Rina was able to see it no matter how stupid she was. The two girls in this picture scene were herself and Feisha!
“This, it’s too foul!” Rina’s face was as red as an apple. Her heart almost suffocated. She turned off her phone with a snap, gasping heavily in bed. For a while, she bit her teeth. But her body was still very obedient. She unlocked the phone screen again.
Di. The gorgeous style of lesbian pictures once again occupied the mobile phone screen.
This time, Rina grinded her teeth and looked at them.
First, second, third…
A total of eleven.
It was still alright at the beginning. The bolder the content was at the back, which made people’s heart stop.
Because it was full color, and it was private self-entertainment, there was no code to describe the indescribable. Rina was dizzy. Her nose was hot, and she seemed to have a nosebleed.
“How is it?” Soon, the female artist with golden double ponytails sent greetings.
“Okay! Very good!” Rina grinded her teeth.
“…”
A luxurious villa on a ramp in Tokyo.
Late at night, the girl sitting at the painting table holding a mobile phone shivered.
“Don’t worry, Rina, it’s for internal appreciation only. I will not upload it to the Internet!”
“…Golden retriever, do you want to die?”
From the text Rina sent, the girl could perceive the terrible murderousness, shrinking her neck. “Oh, I know. I will keep the manuscript carefully.”
“Whatever. Anyway, if the set of pictures spread to a third person, you know the consequences!”
Rina finished saying it and actively changed the topic.
“I heard that you have made up with your first love recently?”
“What? Who wants to make up with him!”
This time it was the blonde double ponytail girl who was a tsundere.
“Well, it’s better not to mix with a group of common people all day. Your primary school and junior high school are public schools, right? Why did you suddenly go to Hakunosaki High School…”
Late at night, two arrogant girls with similar characters started a long chat.
…
The next day.
Yesterday, the heavy rain in Tokyo made the streets wet. It was a bit cold in the middle of March. But in the morning, the Chinese restaurant deep in the old store street was surrounded by a group of guests.
“It’s almost nine o’clock. It hasn’t opened yet?”
“Who knows. I came here after reading Mizutani’s tweet. Today happens to be Saturday. I’m free, so I can wait.”
This group of guests had one common characteristic:
Young!
The younger guests were only 13 or 14 years old, and the oldest were just university students. It could be said that they were all loyal users of NicoNico, and even the fans of Mizutani.
The psychology of fans was easy to understand. Whatever the idols strongly supported, no matter what, they would pay attention, not to mention a Chinese restaurant that was said to be delicious.
In this world of clothing, food, housing, and transportation, ‘food’ was infinitely elevated, even sacred, and the chef’s social status had also risen.
The RB network had recently set off a career discussion craze. People were scrambling to vote. As a result, professional chefs had a shocking number of votes. It was far away from the second and third civil servants and doctors.