diymy Chapter 3, classmate, don't you miss your mother either?
Chapter 3, classmate, don't you miss your mother either?
The stationery section at Youlintang is very large, large enough to hold tens of thousands of pens.
The stationery section at Youlintang was also very small, so small that he couldn't find a single piece of equipment.
The lights in the Yurin-do were bright, but they couldn't dispel the gloom in Shirakawa Yuta's heart.
Arriving full of excitement but leaving disappointed, Shirakawa Yuta circled the entire stationery section again and again, but still couldn't find a single piece of equipment that was glowing.
In the end, all he could do was sigh helplessly.
Just as he was about to try his luck on the sixth floor, he heard a soft sobbing coming from the front desk.
He looked in the direction of the sound and found that the person squatting there was the girl from the same school he had seen at the station half an hour earlier.
Two bookstore employees were standing nearby, talking to each other while gently patting the girl's back.
Yuta Shirakawa paused to observe for a moment, but did not go over.
On the one hand, it seemed that the girl hadn't been bullied; on the other hand, his presence might embarrass her.
Although they didn't know each other, he had just come from school and was naturally wearing his school uniform.
Honestly, if their positions were switched, he certainly wouldn't want to run into classmates either, even if he didn't know them.
But just as he turned to walk towards the door, a casual glance made him turn back.
The familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar blue light flashing on the front desk was the equipment he had been searching for.
【The Brush of Regret (Blue)】
【Effects: 1. When equipped, it allows you to easily reproduce images in your mind, reaching a professional level. 2. Intelligence +1】
[Description: This is not only a gift made by the father, but also his last keepsake for the girl.]
Current status: Not owned.
After hesitating for a moment, Shirakawa Yuta slowly walked towards the three of them and gradually heard what they were saying.
"I'm so sorry, student. According to store policy, stationery cannot be returned or exchanged once sold unless there is a quality issue. Furthermore, you've already used this watercolor set and art supplies, so I'm really sorry, we cannot..."
"I know, I know... but I really need this money right now. My mother is still in the hospital waiting for surgery, and we're just a little short of the fees. I've only used a tiny bit of this watercolor set, really only a tiny bit, and the art supplies are all brand new. Could you please return it to me? Even a small refund would be fine..."
The girl interrupted the shop assistant's refusal, sobbing uncontrollably, and kept repeating her request. She didn't know if she would have the courage to say it again after being rejected.
She also seemed to realize that her request was unreasonable, so she buried her head deeper and deeper in her arms, not daring to look up and meet the eyes of the two shop assistants.
She worried that she wouldn't be able to bear the strange looks, and even more worried that she wouldn't be able to say she wanted to return the goods.
In that case, Mom might really have no hope at all.
The two shop assistants were both very young, only about eighteen or nineteen years old. They looked at each other, unsure of what to say, and the scene remained frozen for a moment.
The silence was broken by a sudden voice.
"If you don't mind, how about selling it to me?"
Nozomi Uemura suddenly looked up at Yuta Shirakawa, but when she saw the white square-necked short-sleeved shirt he was wearing and the mulberry leaf school badge on his left chest that symbolized Meitoku Private School, she subconsciously lowered her head again.
But then, as if remembering something, she stubbornly raised her head, her tear-filled eyes brimming with hope:
"Really...really?"
At this moment, Shirakawa Yuta finally saw her face clearly.
Her shoulder-length light brown short hair was a little messy, and the wisps of hair on her forehead were damp with sweat, clinging softly to her smooth forehead, while a few strands of hair stuck to the sides of her flushed cheeks.
Her face was small, an oval face with a childlike look, the tip of her nose slightly red, her lips tightly pressed together, the lips turning a pale pinkish-white from the pressure.
What impressed Shirakawa Yuta the most were her eyes, those stubborn yet expectant eyes hidden beneath tears, giving her a pitiful, broken beauty that evoked a protective instinct in one's heart.
As Shirakawa Yuta sized her up, Uemura Nozomi also recognized Shirakawa Yuta.
She had a deep impression of his celebrity-like appearance, after all, he had caused quite a stir when he first enrolled last semester. Although her family had just suffered a misfortune at that time, leaving her no time to think about such things, her best friend, Chiba Sena, seemed to know him and often heard her complaining about him.
I just never expected that we would meet again in such an awkward situation.
Nozomi Uemura felt a little ashamed, but she couldn't bear to bow her head again at this moment.
Yuta Shirakawa glanced at her before looking away, not directly answering her question, but instead asking, "How much more is needed for the surgery?"
"Seven...seventy thousand yen."
He nodded, picked up the tools from the black square bag beside him, and began to explain them one by one:
"A Holbein 48-color professional-grade watercolor set is priced at around 33220 yen, and is usually sold at a discounted price of around 3 yen. Considering the depreciation, I can give you 26000 yen."
"Flat brush No. 1, priced at 704 yen, flat brush No. 5, priced at 1298 yen. These two depreciate quite a bit, so I can only give you a maximum of 1500 yen together."
"The WL-63 aluminum alloy sketching easel is priced at 14999 yen. This is not bad. I can give you a little more and charge you 13000 yen."
"Drawing paper..."
……
As they continued to calculate, item by item, with each item taken away, Uemura Nozomi's eyes dimmed a little more.
Just as Shirakawa Yuta reached for the paintbrush emitting a blue light on the front desk, Uemura Nozomi suddenly reached out and stopped him.
Yuta Shirakawa looked at Nozomi Kamimura with some surprise, but before he could speak, the other said:
"This, this thing isn't for sale. It's not a designer brand, and it wasn't bought from here."
Hearing what Uemura Nozomi said almost made Shirakawa Yuta laugh in anger. The reason he wasted all this time was for this paintbrush, wasn't it?
Otherwise, what would he do with all this junk?
Do you do charity?
He genuinely sympathized with the girl, but he also didn't have that much spare money.
But Yuta Shirakawa wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he calmly said, "All of that just now added up to only 43,000 yen, which is almost 30,000 yen short of 70,000 yen. What, are you not going to have your mother's surgery?"
"I... I have something else..."
"Oh, really? Your reluctant look just now didn't lie. If there were really other things to sell, you probably wouldn't have come here to make that unreasonable request that puts both sides in a difficult position."
Yuta Shirakawa's words seemed to tear away Nozomi Uemura's last pretense, and the tears she had been holding back burst forth at that moment.
But he didn't stop there; instead, he continued, "Young man, you wouldn't want your mother to die in the hospital because you can't afford the surgery, would you?"