Shino Miyagi looked down at the stack of paintings in his hands and shook his head with a smile.
After carefully placing the oil painting in his hand on the table in his room, Shino Miyagi walked down the stairs from the second floor. He found a large cabinet on the first floor and began to rummage through it.
After buying this house and moving in, Sho Miyagi had bought many miscellaneous life-related things, such as the vase from before.
He quickly found the framed picture frame on the first floor of the cabinet, found a few nails and a hammer, and took them back to his bedroom.
His technique was not professional, but he did not want to turn his home into an exhibition. After some meticulous work, he finally put all the white paintings into the frame.
He took a tape measure and measured the length in the corridor. After some calculations, he made an average value and drew it on the wall with a pencil. Finally, he moved a chair and hammered the exquisite nails into the wall.
After hanging up the oil painting and looking at his masterpiece, Shino Miyagi nodded in satisfaction.
The previously empty corridor was filled with oil paintings, dyeing the white corridor with color. She walked back and forth in her slippers, and even felt like she was walking in an art exhibition.
"These paintings…seem to be quite valuable, right?”
Stroking his chin, he stood in the middle of the corridor and raised his head to look at the paintings. Although they were not masterpieces by artists like picador or van gogh, Shino Miyagu felt that the paintings were more beautiful in white.
He thought about it like a businessman, thinking that since these paintings could be taken to the art exhibition, they could be sold at a satisfactory price if they were auctioned, right?
She slowly returned to the bedroom, still holding the last painting tightly in her hands.
Instead of hanging the painting in the corridor, he decided to hang it in his bedroom.
This was the only portrait of a person that Mashiro had brought over.
The other paintings were all different kinds of scenery, but this one had people added to it.
In the studio that looked like an ancient castle, a few rays of sunlight shone through the huge glass windows, dividing the entire studio into black and white. At the intersection of black and white, a quiet girl sat in front of an easel with a brush in her hand. She raised her delicate face and gazed at the sky with her moving and peaceful eyes, as if she was yearning for freedom and the thing she was truly pursuing.
This was Mashiro's own self-portrait, and it was also the only one.
She carefully hung the portrait on the wall beside her bed and lay on the soft Simmons bed. When she opened her eyes, she could see the beautiful oil painting and the beautiful girl in the painting. Her mood would be much better for the day.
He picked up his phone and opened Editor Xufang's email. After thinking for a while, he wrote a message.
I'm planning to collaborate with a new mangaka to draw a manga. She's the most talented mangaka I've ever seen. Her drawing skills are really amazing, but there are huge flaws in the plot and character design. If the two of us work together, I believe we'll definitely be able to produce an excellent manga. Oh right, although she hasn't really debuted yet, she seems to have her own editor. It should also be your Weekly Shōnen. Who will be in charge of this comic we're preparing to submit? Is it you, Editor Xufang, or that editor I've never seen before? Or is it both of you? That newcomer's name is Mashiro Shiina. Editor Xufang, you can go to your company and ask around.
Pressing the send button and charging his phone, Shino Miyagi leaned against the bed and turned on his laptop, searching for Mashiro Shiina's name.
A rising star in the British art world
This was the general content of the search on Google, and many of the articles were accompanied by a picture.
Mashiro, who was wearing a dark red dress, stood in the middle, receiving the worship of the people and the flashes of the reporters. She was completely different from the sailor suit she saw today. She lacked some of the vitality and childishness of her age and had more elegance and nobility.
However, her face was still calm without any fluctuations. She stood there quietly with her hands crossed in front of her, like a beautiful statue of Venus.
"There should be many people who oppose it…"
Shino Miyagi muttered.
The future star of hope in the art world had actually " degenerated " to draw comics. He would definitely be obstructed by many people, right?
It was unknown how strong Mashiro's mentality was. She was able to leave England and come to Japan under such pressure just to draw manga.
"What a…pitiful girl.”
Sho Minamiya sighed softly and turned off the bedside lamp.
Unlike the irregular life before he transmigrated, the current Shino Miyagi was used to sleeping early and waking up early. A good body was the capital of revolution!
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The next day, before daybreak, Shino Miyagu opened his eyes and forced himself out of his soft bed while yawning. He walked past the corridor in his slippers and looked at the various oil paintings in the corridor with satisfaction. He suddenly had the illusion that he had turned from a common person to a refined person.
"Woof woof woof!"
"Shh, don't call Jojo! Mashiro probably hasn't woken up yet. She just came from England and needs a good rest!”
Sho Miyagi patted Jojo's head and put a finger to his mouth.
The Labrador seemed to be able to understand human language. It immediately shut its mouth and wagged its tail beside Shino Miyagi.
Walking to the first floor, Sho Miyagi added food for the day into its rice bowl and water basin. Rubbing his messy hair, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. After finishing these basic preparations, he put on his special running clothes and running shoes, opened the door and ran out.
Morning jogs had become a habit for Shino Miyagi.
There were a few more rays of light on the eastern horizon, but it would take some time for the sun to rise. The streets of Nerima District in Tokyo were still a little dark. Other than those who needed to get up early to do cleaning work, there were almost no pedestrians on the road.
He jogged along the running route, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Sho Miyagu looked ahead with his back straight and his steps firm and powerful, like a machine at work.
After running for a while, the digital watch on his hand beeped. He raised his wrist and saw that it had been exactly half an hour since he started running.
Running wasn't about running for as long as possible. If it was just a means to exercise, half an hour was a very good time.
He had changed from jogging to walking slowly, and his body was already sweating. Jingu adjusted his breathing as he walked home. When he passed by a path beside the garden, he stopped.
There, a young girl wearing a hat was cleaning up the trash.
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