In the afternoon, there was an empty classroom. The summer light shines in from the window, giving the entire classroom a hazy glow.
This is the activity room of the Art Department, which looks very empty under the large tracts of open space that have been vacated. There are not many tables and chairs, and they are all placed very neatly in the corner of the classroom.
Eve is painting a picture. The bright lines outline the appearance of a young girl. The girl on the canvas is smiling brightly, holding the hem of a complicated gauze skirt with one hand, stepping on a green lawn.
Her hair was slightly messy, as if the wind was blowing in her face, gently blowing away from her unforgettable and beautiful face.
In the center of the bright colors, her presence makes people feel that this must be a child bathed in love.
In the picture, there is another teenager standing behind the girl. The young man has a tall figure and broad shoulders, and is wearing the same expensive dress.
Judging from the direction he was facing, it was not difficult to imagine his actions at this time. He should be looking at the girl in front of him tenderly.
However, the rest of the painting has been colored, but the young man's face... is still blank.
The boy's blank facial features brought huge flaws to this highly completed painting. In the empty activity room, Eve quietly stared at the half-finished painting.
However, the paintbrush in her hand could not be put down. After hanging his wrist in the air for a moment, a long, somewhat lonely sigh sounded in the classroom.
...No matter how good a painting is, once it has flaws, it can no longer be called perfect. She put the brush down.
At this moment, the classroom door was knocked gently from outside. Eve didn't look back, she just said louder: "Please come in." The door was just ajar.
It pushed open with a "squeak" sound. The first sound of footsteps came from far to near. Then, the young man's voice sounded next to him.
"Why do you want to do such a thing?" The tone was puzzled and full of reproach. ...In this academy, there have always been some strange organizations.
Wayne accepted this matter as an existing setting. However, he did not expect that the source of many rumors that had been plaguing him for many years was the classmates with whom he had good relationships.
By investigating the people who deliberately spread rumors, Wayne found the culprit like a cocoon.
He has already figured out where the Beautiful Boy Love Guardian Association, the Wayne Kris Love Guardian Association, and those weird list selections come from.
It seems to be quite a bit of luck. If he hadn't happened to catch a timid girl who was committing a crime, and then intimidated and threatened them, directly exposing their communication method; with Eve's concealment, he would probably have to do it again. It takes a lot of effort to find something.
"Why do you do this?" Wayne asked her puzzledly in the activity room of the art department. Eve smiled lightly.
"Classmate Wayne." Her soft voice was as soft as ever.
"You also know, right? In this world, most people are ordinary and imperfect." Wayne frowned and looked at her, quietly waiting for the next sentence.
Eve stood up, walked to the window on one side, and looked up at the glowing clouds in the distance.
"The love that I started is very boring because it is an ordinary, real-life relationship..." She said as if she was sighing or complaining.
"But." She changed the subject.
"In this boring world, there are always some people who are destined to be extraordinary." Upon hearing this, Wayne's expression condensed.
At this moment, he almost mistakenly thought that what Eve said
"Extraordinary people" is a hint to the protagonists in the animation. Fortunately, her next words quickly dispelled Wayne's doubts.
"Pairing extraordinary people together, finding and witnessing the intimate connection between them... is a kind of satisfaction for me." Eve had an unknown smile on her face.
"That's my original intention." The orange light shone diagonally at his feet, drawing a long shadow.
Wayne stepped forward and saw her painting. His eyes briefly passed over the girl in the painting, and then stayed on the boy's blank face, silent.
"How is it?" Eve asked.
"It's not finished yet, so it's hard to comment." Wayne said truthfully. Any failure before it is truly completed can ruin a potentially excellent painting.
After finishing speaking, he added: "However, this girl is very beautiful." Of course she must be beautiful!
He was not blind, so he could not see that this girl was drawn exactly like Chris.
"Yes, she is very beautiful." Eve confirmed his assessment. After a long silence between the two, Eve brought up the topic again.
"Her beauty makes people feel from the bottom of their hearts... that she should get what she wants." Eve said softly.
Whether it's love or anything else. Just looking at this person, one can't help but have an idea: People like her should be happy.
"She's got it," Wynn said. As the protagonist, Miss Chris is surrounded by love and lacks nothing.
As long as she wants, under the protection of the protagonist's halo, she can do almost anything.
"No." Eve shook her head.
"She may have thought she got it. But what she got... was just a fake." It was like an inferior doll made of inferior materials.
Everything seems to be normal, but I don't know when it will fall apart. Or maybe it's like a fake emergency medicine that a dying patient swallows with hope.
But in the end, you still have to wait helplessly for your life to end. The so-called fakes are false things.
Wayne stared at Miss Eve who was leaning against the window.
"It's not a fake." Seeing Eve turning back to look at him, Wayne emphasized again,
"My feelings for her are not fake." He likes Chris. He enjoys spending time with her.
He was content with the identity she brought him. Your heart will beat faster when you are close to the other person, and you will miss them after not seeing each other for a long time.
He also wants to possess everything about her permanently, doesn't want her to get close to other people of the opposite sex, and wants her to never leave his side... Every bit of it, he likes everything.
Such a clear and strong love cannot be false. Seeing the serious look on his face, Eve smiled.
"So... what does Songli Edgeworth mean to you?" The smile hanging on the corner of her lips seemed to be a joke, but also seemed to be sarcastic.
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