Women only affect the speed of my reasoning!

"Does this have anything to do with what you just said about wanting to know about Mashiro's life in Japan?" Qin Ushu suddenly reacted.

"Of course, emotional life is also life!" the girl said harshly.

"Let me think about it..." The high school detective rubbed his chin, "Except for not holding the wedding yet, I've done everything else I can."

"Have you done everything you shouldn't have done?" Rita asked nervously and tentatively.

"Ah."

"So... ah."

Somehow, the British lady suddenly lost her mood.

But within two seconds she put on her smiling face again.

"Well, let's change the topic..."

In this way, the two arrived at Sakurasou while chatting along the way.

Because everything had been planned in advance, everyone in Sakurasou returned to their rooms early, and the entire living room was empty, with no one around.

She was somewhat considerate of Rita, after all, something like that had happened before, and it would inevitably be a little awkward to meet again.

"Mashiro's room is upstairs, just go up and find her." Qin Sanshu told Rita the house number of Mashiro's room.

"Got it, thank you."

Rita thanked her and went straight to the second floor.

Until I heard the sound of a room door opening and closing upstairs, and after a moment of silence, a figure quietly walked out from the direction of the boys' bedroom on the first floor.

Also looking up towards the empty stairs, Mitaka Jin had a faint smile on his lips.

"It seems to be going pretty smoothly."

"good."

Qin Xianshu shrugged, as if he didn't care about such success.

After all, a good magician is basically half a good psychiatrist while being a magician. To be good at magic, you need not only quickness and dexterity, but also an insight into the psychology of the audience. and provide the most effective guidance.

Once you have the ability to discern people's hearts, the rest depends on your personal eloquence.

Qin Xianshu's eloquence is not bad, and it is not too difficult for him to guide a girl who has accidentally gone astray due to some external pressure to rekindle her inner love for painting.

"But remember to be careful." Mitaka Jin said coldly.

"What are you careful about?" Qin Sanshu cast a strange look.

Mitaka Jin scratched his head: "I just want to remind you that if you flirt like this, it is easy for a little girl to fall in love with you accidentally."

"It's okay to tease you wantonly." Qin Xianshu didn't take it seriously, "It's just a magic show..."

"Hmph, not necessarily for her."

Mitaka Jin adopted the tone of someone who has come before, and the way he touched his chin looked like Klein's expression in the first season of Sword Art Online when he saw Asuna taking the initiative to hug Grandpa Kiri.

"Well, saying something like this shows that your understanding of 'love' is not enough, young man, so you should practice hard~"

"Go! Go! Go……"

Chapter 258 Rita: Sorry, Mashiro

Rita chatted with Mashiro for a long time upstairs.

From morning to noon, and from noon to afternoon.

Even lunch was brought up by Qin Sanshu for help, and the two of them chatted until the evening before they came downstairs reluctantly.

It can be seen that this conversation has solved the knot between the two of them.

"Then everyone, I'll take my leave today."

It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was setting in the west. In front of the gate of Sakura Manor, Rita looked at the people who came out to say goodbye. She bowed gracefully and said.

A taxi stopped steadily behind her.

"Are you really not going to stay for dinner before leaving?" Misaki Ueizusa was still making the last effort to persuade her to stay.

"That's right. Besides, Rita, it's rare for you to come to Japan once." Qianshi Chihiro yawned, "It's okay even if you want to stay. Anyway, there are still empty rooms in Sakurasou. Misaki often cleans them, so people can move in at any time. .”

The British girl said nothing, just smiled and shook her head, then turned around and got into the taxi after bowing politely again.

Under the cover of the slightly blackened glass window of the taxi, Rita took a deep look at Qin Ushu next to Mashiro, then waved her hand and said to the driver in the front seat.

"Let's drive."

hum-

Accompanied by the sound of the engine increasing power, the taxi started slowly and slowly drove away along the road as everyone in Sakurasou watched.

When the taxi was no longer visible in her field of vision, Yukiko raised her hand slightly and pulled Qin Sanshu's sleeve.

"By the way, was that girl looking at you the whole time when she was in the car?"

"Yes? No?" the high school detective looked confused.

"I feel there is..."

Yukiko pouted.

"You shouldn't have touched anyone, right?"

"Is that the kind of person I am in your eyes, Yukiko..."

"Well, it's really unlikely."

Yukiko thought about it seriously, then reached out and gently poked the latter's cheek.

"Okay, let's go in."

"Um……"

the other side--

Passing through the quiet and slightly narrow lane, the taxi left the residential area.

Entering the city, the surrounding buildings became taller and taller. There were tall buildings and huge commercial plazas. Neon lights filled the field of view. The bright light from various billboards and rolling posters almost replaced the role of street lights.

Rita was sitting in the back seat of the driver's seat, holding her chin and looking out of the car window. Her beautiful face didn't have much expression, she was in a daze, with a trace of sadness in her eyes.

If only we could meet earlier...

Unprepared, an advertisement playing on a huge screen outside the mall caught her attention.

In the picture, a little girl is drawing at the desk with a pencil. The single color tone and extremely amateurish painting skills make the work she draws look quite childish and stiff. The young parents beside her saw the painting quietly. Went out.

Then the perspective changed to the girl's birthday. The birthday gift her parents gave her was a complete set of painting tools. The girl was very happy.

When the perspective changed again, it was many years later, and the girl had grown up to be an adult, standing on a brightly lit stage to accept an award, and behind her was a huge art painting.

The advertisement is basically coming to an end here. At the end, a line of words and the brand logo of the painting tools pop up. To realize the child’s painting dream, choose Bala Bala Bala brand painting tools...

The advertisement itself didn't have any new and good ideas. It was just a simple cover-up assembly line advertisement. It highlighted one thing, but it successfully attracted Rita's attention.

She didn't look back until the commercial ended and changed to other commercials, and said to the driver in the driver's seat.

"Sorry, I want to change the destination temporarily, is that okay?"

"Uh, of course, guest, where do you want to change the destination to?" the taxi driver was stunned for a moment and replied.

"It's the mall over there. I suddenly remembered that I have something to buy." Rita pointed to the big screen in the distance that had switched to a milk powder advertisement.

……

Rita left Sakurasou at about five o'clock in the evening, but did not return to the hotel until after seven o'clock in the evening.

Besides spending some time on the road, she also did something else.

- She bought something.

Oh, I should say "hundred million" something.

"Just leave it here, thank you."

In the high-rise corridor of the hotel, she directed the delivery boys from the shopping mall to move the things she bought into the suite one by one. After everyone left, Rita walked into the room, closed the door, and stepped forward to unpack the large and small bags one by one. .

It contains easels, drawing boards, paints, painting tools...

As all the art tools were taken out of their original packaging, the artistic atmosphere gradually spread in the suite.

She skillfully placed the easel facing the floor-to-ceiling window, laid out the drawing board, opened all the paint cans and placed them next to her.

Rita had done these procedures thousands of times, and they were already deeply engraved in her body's memory.

When all the preliminary work was ready, Rita, wearing an apron, held a paint tray and a brush in one hand, just like she had done countless times in her grandfather's studio. She took a deep breath and sat down in front of the drawing board.

The girl closed her eyes and tried hard to recall the scene last night and the mood she felt at that time.

After brewing for a few minutes, she suddenly opened her eyes.

Pen down!

This was really a long painting, from the beginning of the night until the night sky turned slightly white, Rita finally completed her painting.

During this period, the pain in her shoulders and the stiffness in her neck did not stop her from painting.

The reason why it took so long was partly due to the long-term neglect that led to her rusty skills, but more importantly, it was because she attached great importance to this first painting since she stopped writing, which made her unable to tolerate this painting. Not the slightest flaw.

For Rita, this was the first time in her life that she devoted all her efforts to complete a painting. It was an absolutely perfect work like the Ten of Swords.

"This...should be enough."

The smell of paint filled the room, so familiar and friendly.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun rises above the horizon in the distance. The golden sunlight shines into the room and illuminates the tired but satisfied smiling face of the girl.

On the canvas, a tall and handsome young magician stands in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Facing the violent storm outside the window, he held it up with one hand, and the world seemed to obey his orders. The raindrops in the sky stopped for an instant, and the raindrops no longer fell in threads, but settled in the shape of beads in the air.

Paired with the pale lightning that cuts across the sky, the tension in the scene instantly explodes.

At the end of the inscription, Rita named it.

——Thrilling.

In front of the easel, the girl who put down her brush and drawing board looked slightly red and covered her heart.

"I'm sorry, Mashiro, I might..."

Chapter 259 Melancholy Yukino

Large-scale seasonal changes often require only the simplest and crudest cooling methods.

As a cold wave from Siberia swept through, the temperature in Chiba dropped by more than ten degrees overnight.

The weather in which you could happily go out with a thin coat over short sleeves no longer existed. The biting cold wind was blowing across the streets under the cloudy sky, forcing people who needed to go out to wear thick sweaters under their coats.

As we all know, the biggest feature of the school's teaching building is that it is cold in winter and hot in summer. Although so many people are crowded into a large room, to be honest... it is really only a few degrees hotter than outside.

At this time, the benefits of having an official position in the student union become apparent.

Especially a place like the Student Council President's Office, which is almost as luxuriously decorated as the General Affairs Office.

So what if it's cold outside?

There is air conditioning in the office!

On Monday afternoon, in the office of the student council president of Sobu High School.

The air conditioner shook its blades and made a continuous sound. White mist rose from the mouth of the mug beside the desk, and the rich aroma of coffee overflowed in the space of less than [-] square meters.

Qin Mianshu was lying completely on his back in the office chair, pressing the adjustable spring-supported back of the office chair into a reclining chair, and happily playing with his mobile phone.

On the other hand, Yi Caiyu, who was next to him, probably took into consideration that he was still just a newbie, so he was relatively restrained. He only dared to put his mobile phone under the table to play with it, and from time to time he would flip through half a page that had been open on the table for a long time. I haven't even finished reading the book yet, pretending to be studying seriously.

Generally speaking, the vice-president of the student union still has a relatively leisurely job. After all, the people below are doing things like inspecting eye exercises and checking the hygiene of the teaching building. If you really want to say that he is busy, it is only before and after big events such as cultural festivals.

And even though Yukino informed the entire school of the relocation of the Ministry of Service in a public speech as soon as he took office as the student council president, he maintained the "old customers" while also vigorously promoting it to many new "potential customers". Wave.

But I don’t know if it’s because in the minds of most students, the Student Council President’s Office is an unattainable and out-of-reach place, so even though it has been more than a week since the move, not even a single person has come to ask for help.

Under such a premise, it is almost inevitable to live a leisurely and comfortable life.