As long as a person is alive, it is meaningful, no matter what the meaning is. For example, for me, living is a typical negative teaching material. It can become a "classic quotation" and thought-provoking, but this meaning is not for me.

, then it loses its meaning...

"Let's turn to the first chapter of Japanese history..." The history teacher stood on the podium and parsed it word for word. Wang Yi was absent-minded. Life returned to .asxs. Now it's time to analyze oneself.

First of all, the deep-rooted longing for my sister is still there. I haven’t seen her for 8 years, right? But at least I can deal with my fetish for underwear indifferently. It seems to be a fate, because I had a perverted preference for underwear in the past.

Wang Yi actually developed a unique aesthetic, and was very good at designing the appearance of women's underwear. He submitted an article to a famous Japanese clothing company under the online name "Uhe outside" and got paid. Since then, his living expenses have increased.

The problem has been improved, and there is no need to withdraw the disgusting huge amount of money from Tokyo every month from the card.

But now that I think about it, I am really naive. My mother’s remarriage was very utilitarian. If not, how could I have successfully recovered my legs from a poor family, and how could I have afforded two young children?

"I'm so naive..." Wang Yi pursed his lips and returned his gaze to the textbook.

"get out of class is over!"

Well, I unknowingly got lost again in the self-exploration of life...

Narrowing his reddish eyes gently, Wang Yi was completely indifferent to the disgusted looks thrown at him from time to time. It would be silly to lose his meaning in life because of these looks. He held his chin and looked out the window quietly.

:

"As a member of the Homecoming Club, I suddenly don't want to go home. The woman at home has not yet been fed... In addition, I promised Mr. Hiratsuka to draw hot-blooded comics. If possible, I would like to transfer that memory to

"Tokyo Ghoul" depicts it."

After thinking about it, Wang Yi finally made the decision to join the painting club!

If you just rely on systematic training from scratch, you will never be able to master your painting skills in a matter of years, and the quick method can be found on your own fingers.

As soon as he thought of it, Wang Yi quickly packed his schoolbag and went straight to Hiratsuka Shizuka's office.

"Duo duo!"

"Please come in!"

As soon as Wang opened the door, he saw Teacher Hiratsuka correcting his homework. The cigarette butt that had fallen into the ashtray had not yet been extinguished.

"Tsumabuki?" Hiratsuka Shizuka was slightly surprised, not knowing why she suddenly came to him.

"Hello teacher!"

"Why did you suddenly become polite?"

"It's like love comes as soon as you say it!"

"..." Shizuka Hiratsuka's expression paused, with black lines all over his head, "Kid, you don't want to come to fight with me, do you?"

"No, no, no, I saw the teacher smoking, so I couldn't help but say that." Wang Yi waved his hands quickly. He knew Shizuka Hiratsuka's fighting ability. He would either die or be miserable.

"What does smoking have to do with love? If you kid can't explain why - click, click, click!" Hiratsuka Shizuka gestured with her fist.

"Um..." Wang Yi glanced at Hiratsuka Shizu carefully, quietly stepped back half a step, and then said seriously: "Ahem, isn't it said that when you are lonely, you have a cigarette? In other words, smoking = loneliness = single, so

I just use love to comfort you..."

"Whoa!" The wind of the fist blew across his face, interrupting Wang Yi's last words. Looking at the infinitely enlarged fist in front of him, he was really glad that he had just taken half a step back.

"Damn you brat!" He retracted his fist with a dark face. Hiratsuka Shizuka sat on a stool with a dejected look on his face, and then he said helplessly, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"Gulu!" Wang Yi later swallowed his saliva, "I want to ask the teacher to tell me about joining the painting club."

"What?" Shizuka Hiratsuka looked surprised, suspecting that he heard wrongly.

"I want to join the painting club!"

"I heard that there are a lot of beauties in the painting department, kid, you don't know how to..." Shizuka Hiratsuka stared at Wang Yi with a scrutinizing gaze.

"..." Wang Yi was helpless, "I want to draw comics, so I want to go in and learn from the big guys."

"Oh! Haha!" Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was obviously thinking wrongly, smiled awkwardly and patted the table pretending to be generous, "I agree to you for this small matter! I just want to learn painting!"

After finishing speaking, the resolute Hiratsuka Shizuka stood up directly and said, "Follow me."

"Such efficiency!" Wang Yi was stunned for a moment, then quietly gave a thumbs up, "If I didn't have a sister, I would probably fall in love with you! No, why are you talking such nonsense again..."

The trembling in his body made Wang Yi quickly shake his head and follow quickly.

Following all the way, we finally arrived at the mobile classroom, but...

"What's wrong?" Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was standing outside the door, suddenly felt someone tugging on his cuffs. When he turned around, he realized it was this guy Tsumabuki.

"This seems to be the service department, right? Teacher?" Wang Yi was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

"That's right!" Hiratsuka Shizu raised an eyebrow, "By the way, have you ever heard of the Service Department?"

"...Teacher, are you sure you are not joking?" Wang Yi's awkward smile suddenly froze, and his face turned slightly hard.

"If you want to learn painting, Yukinoshita is a jack of all trades and should be able to help you."

"...Are you helping me with painting or helping me correct my personality!" Wang Yi lowered his eyelids as his thoughts moved, "No need, teacher, I'd better go home!"

"Are you kidding me?" Hiratsuka Shizuka clenched her fists.

"Teacher, you lied to me, right?"

"Phew! Then you think you can enter the painting department even if you let me be the middleman?" Hiratsuka Shizuka put down her fists, looking frustrated.

Wang opened his mouth but was speechless. The name of the pervert was in a dilemma. He understood very well, but it also put the teacher in a difficult position.

"Sorry!" Wang Yiyi bowed slightly and apologized, "It's me who has troubled the teacher, I'd better sign up for a cram school!"

"Huh!" Shizuka Hiratsuka exhaled, grabbed Wang Yi's collar and opened the door of the service department.

"I told you to knock on the door, didn't I, Mr. Hiratsuka?" Yukinoshita, who was sitting quietly reading a book, frowned slightly, closed the book, and glanced coldly at the reckless Hiratsuka Shizu.

"Ahaha, really? But Yukinoshita, you won't respond either!" Shizuka Hiratsuka laughed awkwardly.

"So, what's the matter?" Yukinoshita sighed, helplessly holding her forehead, and then turned her attention to Wang Yi behind Hiratsuka Shizuka.

"This is the guy. He wants to learn painting, so I asked him to come." Hiratsuka Shizu pulled the distressed Wang Yi and pushed him in front of him.

"If I want to study painting, I think it would be more appropriate to go to the painting club, right? Or does Hiratsuka-sensei not know how to get to the painting club?"

"Uh haha, well..." Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't know what to say for a while. Wang Yi understood very well that it was very embarrassing for Hiratsuka Shizuka to tell her face to face that the student was not here, which made Wang Yi very embarrassed.

Once I feel a little moved, I have to stand up:

"I'm sorry, they won't accept perverts like me."

"Pervert Mr. Wang is quite self-aware!" Yukinoshita's eyes turned to Wang Yi.

"Yes, that's it." Hiratsuka Shizu walked up at this time, "I just sent it to you."

"I'm sorry, I refuse! Does the teacher think this is a garbage shelter?"

Beside him, Hikigaya, who was beaten to death with a pole by Yukinoshita, had a look of resentment on his face.

"Haha, don't Yukinoshita dare?" Shizuka Hiratsuka spoke at the right time, and laughed with confidence.

Yukinoshita frowned, "Although I am very dissatisfied with your provoking method, teacher, I still accept it." After saying this, Yukinoshita looked at Wang Yi:

"Of course, perverted Mr. Wang had better put away some bad thoughts."

"..." Wang Yi looked at this extremely familiar scene melancholy, "I know!"

So, if you put a perverted me between two people who rely on each other, can they promote each other's growth? I can't understand Mr. Hiratsuka's approach. Maybe she just has expectations for the future...
Chapter completed!