There's something wrong with my role-playing system

So, the two of them leaned together and fell into sleep.

The next day, both of them woke up relatively late. It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that I got up one after another.

Although Rita still seemed to be in a bad mood, she was much better than yesterday, at least she didn't have a somber face.

"Irena-chan, didn't you ask about Mashiro and me yesterday?"

After breakfast, Rita found Izumi Qianyu and said this.

"Then, just accompany me to a place!"

Then, Izumi Qianyu was taken by Rita to a very famous place in London - the British Museum.

"Aren't we going to talk about you and Mashiro? What are you doing here?"

Following Rita, Quan Qianyu asked with a somewhat puzzled expression.

Faced with Izumi Qianyu's question, Rita did not reply.

Then, the two came to the area where oil paintings are stored in the British Museum.

Rita did not show the slightest interest in the works placed in conspicuous positions, but took Izumi Qianyu to the corner.

"Irena, what do you think of this painting?"

Looking at the work in front of her, Rita asked the girl next to her.

"Well, it's very beautiful..."

Izumi Qianyu has no ability to appreciate art works such as oil paintings. This is the only evaluation she can give.

But why did Rita let her see this painting?

Could it be...

Quan Qianyu was not an idiot, and she quickly thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that this painting is..."

"That's right!"

Rita nodded slightly, confirming Quan Qianyu's guess.

She looked at the painting in front of her with a slightly bitter look on her face.

"This is Mashiro's work!"

"Then her talent is really terrifying..."

Quan Qianyu also looked at this painting, with a look of surprise on his face that could not be dissipated.

Although Mashiro's painting is just placed in the corner, where is it?

This is the British Museum!

The oil paintings that can be placed here are all real works of art!

It would be an honor for Mashiro's paintings to be collected by the British Museum!

Moreover, you know, Rita is still a high school student!

To achieve such an achievement at such a young age...

It’s hard to be judged as a monster!

Chapter 182: My friend is you

"At the beginning, I thought I was a genius."

"It's not just me, everyone who came to the studio at that time probably thought so."

Rita looked at the paintings on the wall, then lowered her head, her expression extremely gloomy.

"Until we met Mashiro..."

"I still remember…………"

Rita suddenly raised her head, her eyes slightly blurred, as if she was recalling something.

"I once participated in a painting competition and won second place."

"In fact, this is already a very good result."

"But when I told my grandpa the news, he said..."

Rita said, biting her lip.

"As expected, it's not as good as Mashiro. In that case, why not just give up!"

"Your grandpa is indeed quite a bastard..."

After listening to Rita's words, Izumi Qianyu couldn't help but answer.

But after listening to Izumi Qianyu's words, Rita just smiled bitterly.

"Mashiro is like a big mountain, pressing on all of our hearts!"

"She used her brush to shatter the confidence and dreams of everyone in the studio."

"It is our tragedy to live in the same era as her."

"Everyone in the studio rejects her, hates her, even... hates her!"

"Why do such monsters exist in this world?"

"Even if it's me, it's actually the same!"

"I don't know why I want to get close to Mashiro."

"It's just that the closer I get to her, the more I can feel how terrifying her talent is."

"How big is the gap between me and her!"

"I felt so anxious about this that I even had..."

When Rita said this, her words paused.

"It would be great if she stopped painting!"

"No matter what she does, as long as she stops painting, then..."

“Then I met Irena and painted that painting.”

"At that time, I naively thought that I could finally catch up with Mashiro, but..."

Rita gave a somewhat sarcastic smile.

"It only took her an hour to paint an exact painting... No, it should be a work that completely surpasses my painting!"

After listening to Rita's words, Izumi Qianyu finally understood why she had such an attitude.

The work that I have put my best effort into and have high hopes for, to others, is just something that can be easily surpassed.

If you think about such a psychological gap, you should know what it feels like.

No wonder Rita turned out like this.

"finally, I understand…………"

Rita's story continues.

"...How big is the gap between a so-called genius like me and a real monster like Mashiro!"

"I'm tired of it!"

"Tired of chasing Mashiro, tired of feeling like I can't catch up with Mashiro no matter how hard I try."

"So, I decided to give up!"

"Whether it's Zhenbai or painting!"

"I will never paint again, and I never want to..."

"...See her again!"

"How about it?"

Rita looked at Izumi Qianyu and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

"I am jealous of Mashiro's talent..."

"......Isn't it ugly?"

However, even so, she no longer wanted to hide her true emotions and thoughts like Izumi Qianyu.

She had been suppressing it too hard and wanted to say all the words that were suppressed in her heart.

However, after listening to Rita's story, Izumi Qianyu didn't show the slightest expression on her face.

"It's not ugly!"

She looked at Rita and said softly.

"I can understand the discomfort of facing a talent gap."

"That kind of despair that no matter how hard you try, you can't catch up."

The former Izumi Qianyu, at least in terms of novels, was an absolute mediocrity.

Even if you have those excellent works brought about by the memories of your past life, you can only become a mediocre light novel creator in the end. No matter how hard you try, you can't catch up with those truly talented light novels.

Izumi Qianyu can understand the despair caused by the gap in talent.

“It’s human nature to feel jealous!”

"But,"

Rita didn't expect that after listening to her story, Izumi Qianyu would say such things.

She said with a trembling tone.

"I really appreciate her. She obviously did nothing wrong. She was just doing what she liked."

"However, I am jealous of her being so simple, just because..."

"Okay, Rita!"

Izumi Qianyu didn't wait for the girl in front of her to finish speaking, but directly reached out and held her cheek.

"It's human nature to feel jealous. Don't hold yourself to the standards of a saint!"

In her opinion, Rita was still too gentle and kind, and she actually felt entangled in her jealous thoughts.

"Besides, even if it's wrong to be jealous, even if the girl named Mashiro is so innocent and cute..."

"...I don't know her!"

Looking at Rita, Izumi Qianyu said seriously.

"My friend is you!"

"Why should I change my view of my friends because of someone I don't know?"

Yes, maybe Mashiro is cute, maybe Mashiro didn't do anything wrong.

Perhaps, it was just Rita who was acting out of her own way.

But, so what?

Izumi Qianyu and Mashiro are not familiar with each other. At most, they knew such a person through the dimensional wall in their previous life.

The person who picked her up from the streets of London and provided her with a place to live was Rita!

Izumi Qianyu’s friend is Rita!

"It was you who extended a helping hand to me who was penniless!"

"It's you who provided me with a place to live!"

"It's you, too, who has always treated me so gently and patiently, taking care of me!"

"So, to me, Rita like this won't look ugly!"

"This Rita is the cutest and most perfect!"

"…………"