The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

What does this mean?

Before he could react, another dialog box lit up.

Teacher Erromanga: "Two-thirds of the entrusted work has been completed. When will it be needed? If it is urgent, I can speed up the progress."

Hanasegawa: "Don't be in a hurry, you can relax a bit after the "Game of Life" rumor and the subsequent parts of the plot have to wait."

Teacher Erromanga: "Okay."

I chatted with her about my thoughts, and didn't end the conversation until half an hour later.

Stretching, Qianliu closed the dialog box.

Eri Sawamura and Iizumi Sagiri, they haven't met offline until now.

These two, except for Eiri, were found by accident when he debuted, and Izumi Sagiri...the net name Mr. Erromanga belonged to Miss Machida Yuanzi.

And Miss Yuanzi said that the junior "Shijiang" that he had guided him was probably Shiyu of Xia Zhiqiu. *

Chapter [-] The Daily Life of Sakura Village

The blond loser and black silk-senpai in memory.

interesting.

After working until eleven o'clock at night, Qianliu finally couldn't help yawning: "Go to sleep."

When he turned off the computer and got into the bed to sleep, the door suddenly opened, and Xiao Dou in a nightgown walked in.

"Kukuku, my half body, you are specially allowed to sleep with me tonight!"

"Huh? Do you want to sleep with me?" Qianliu didn't think much about it, and it wasn't the first time, so he turned over to make way for an empty seat.

Kouto slowly crawled in very familiarly.

sleepy!

In the gradually blurred consciousness, Qianliu seemed to hear Xiaojiu's monopolistic voice: "Brother, it's my elder brother!"

There seemed to be a pendant on his arm, Qianliu was too lazy to move, and finally adjusted his body, and his breathing gradually became steady under Xiao Dou's delighted attention.

…………

next day!

When Qianliu woke up from his sleep, he might have gotten up a little bigger, and Xiaodou, who used his arm as a pillow, was also awakened.

Opening her sky blue eyes without colored contact lenses, Kouto in black tulle pajamas yawned and got up.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Qianliu gave him a head slap.

Xiaojiu was very helpful and smiled, "Kukuku, with the awakening of my half body, I also wake up from the eternal slumber!"

Changed the settings again today.

Qianliu stayed for a while, and suddenly smelled a scent.

Xiaojiu reacted faster than him: "Kukuku, this... this is the scent adorned with the blood and whining of the sacrifices!"

Then, barefooted, she quickly got out of bed and ran out to her room on the second floor to change clothes, wash her face and brush her teeth, and within a while, the sound of Kouto and Misaki yelling in the living room and kitchen.

This is the daily life of Sakurasou.

Slowly getting up from the bed, Qianliu opened the curtains, breathed in the fresh morning air, and was instantly refreshed.

"Brother! It's time to eat!"

After a while, Xiao Dou's crisp voice sounded.

"Okay." With a reply, Qianliu quickly came to the restaurant, only Misaki and Kouto were in sight, "Where are they?"

"Jin has a date, and Chihiro-sensei is participating in a social gathering." Misaki didn't seem to be in a good mood.

It's no wonder that anyone who likes someone who is outside every day can't be happy no matter what.

But, there are sororities early in the morning?

"I'm done eating." Misaki, who has always been full of vitality, looked listless at the moment.

Watching her back disappear into the corner of the living room, Qianliu had no choice but to see her own and Ren's choice.

As soon as he sat down, Qianliu suddenly remembered something was missing.

Really white?

Recalling all the information about that guy, he couldn't help but get up and walk to the second floor, almost forgetting her, and he clearly agreed to take care of her only yesterday.

When he walked to the door of Zhenbai's room, Qianliu didn't shout, but pushed it open without locking the door as expected.

Also expected, there is this scene in front of him.

The style is very different from yesterday's situation. Clothes, underwear, books and comics are scattered on the ground. The carpet can't be seen, and the room is like being swept by a tornado.

There was no real white figure on the bed, nor on the ground.

Qianliu was not surprised, he came to the table with a clear goal, and the computer screen was still on.

In the frame cut out of the grid on the picture, there is a beautiful man talking sweetly. He holds the cheek of the girl who bows his head shyly with his hands and slowly approaches.