The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

"What a tough man." In the rental house, the long black girl with a laptop on her lap huddled on the bed couldn't help muttering.

Originally, it was just a low-grade fever caused by a cold. After taking the medicine, she slept much better, but she didn't know that the other party's reaction was so big, mainly because she couldn't refute it.

But...it doesn't seem like a bad feeling.

Closing the notebook, Kasumigaoka took a deep breath and buried his cheeks in the quilt, emptying his mind and trying not to think about anything.

The previous text needs to be revised, and she naturally cannot have the mind to write the following plot.

What are you doing these two days to pass the time?

Why don't you ask Miss Yuanzi for some information about the Hanase River?

She was very interested in how this man, who had only one relationship with him but made a deep impression on her, rose to fame in just two years.

As the saying goes, if you know yourself and your enemy, you will be victorious in a hundred battles.

It is not certain that they will be able to occupy some initiative in the contact process in the future.

After closing the Shiyu dialog box of Kasumigaoka, Qianliu continued to write a new work for a while, and did not stop writing until the second chapter of the first volume was halfway through.

Forgot to mention, there is only one volume of this short story.

According to his progress, it is estimated that it will be completed in less than half a month.

Unlike other light novelists who have the problem of being able to read and draw materials from everywhere, Qianliu only needs to fill in the flesh and blood along the general framework.

Although it is not as easy as it is said, for example, in some places, it is still necessary to check information, figure out feelings, and think carefully when you are not sure.

But compared to others, the speed of Qianliu can be described as a thousand miles a day.

"Sleep, we will receive the Ten Flower Sisters tomorrow."

Stop writing to save the document, copy and upload it to another laptop, and Qianliu can't help yawning when everything is done.

School starts in two days, so I don't have much time to write new works.

Forget it, when the time comes, the teacher will not interfere with him. *

Chapter [-] Is this also taught by Misaki?

When the sun rose the next day, Qianliu woke up before the alarm went off.

It wasn't even half past seven.

When he wakes up early in the morning, he washes his face and brushes his teeth first, because he is not sure how long Sister Shihua will be here, so he doesn't want to be unprepared.

"What are you doing early in the morning?" Ren, who rarely greeted the morning at Sakura Village, also got up, and the loss of last night was no longer visible on his face.

"We have a guest today." After spitting out the foam in his mouth, Qianliu used an automatic razor to shave off the short beard that had begun to grow.

Strangely, the hair on the chin and chin was short and soft at first, but as the number of shaves increased, the beard grew longer and harder.

"Guest?" It was the first time Ren heard this word from Qianliu's mouth.

Qianliu explained, "Little Dove's classmate and sister."

Ren Xin was stunned: "Oh, that's up to you. I have to negotiate the script today, and the producers are still not satisfied."

"You don't have to work so hard." Qianliu carefully checked himself in the mirror.

As far as he knows, Mitaka Ren has revised the script three times in a week after taking over the script. This is the fourth time. The producer has already announced that if he is not satisfied next time, he will be replaced.

"Oh, you can't do it if you don't work hard, you can't even see your back if you don't work hard." Mitaka Ren whispered with a wry smile.

In the eyes of others, Ren is an out-and-out genius, romantic and suave, always wandering among the flowers.

However, only he knew in his heart that no matter who was in the Sakura Village, his talents were far beyond him.

"What did you say?"

"It's okay, let's go, it's your turn to date with the nurse today. Excellent men can't be late."

Faking a smile, Mitaka Ren waved at him with a feigned ease, then turned and left.

Watching his back disappear from the entrance, Qianliu instinctively looked towards the entrance of the stairs, where a brown dull hair appeared at the corner.

These two are really...

"Aren't you going to catch up?" Qianliu knocked on the side wall.

"Ahaha, Chiryu, what are you talking about?" Uai Kusama Misaki jumped up full of energy and used a big smile to cover up the sadness in her heart: "I... We're not a couple, so there's no reason to stop him from doing anything, right?"

Saying so, her back was very embarrassed when she escaped.

Seeing the empty hall, Qianliu pouted, and he had no room to intervene in emotional matters.

After packing himself up and getting the hot towel ready, he walked to the second floor.

"It's so white! Wake up!"

He shouted as if it were a routine, and then Qianliu opened the door and stepped into the room.

Today, there is no real figure on the bed as usual. She is sleeping in the pile of clothes and underwear under the table, slightly showing her head with messy hair.

Chiryu wakes her up, and puts a hot towel on her gravity-defying hair. Mashiro hasn't woken up yet. Based on experience, it will probably take a few more minutes.

The room was a terrifying sight. It was only cleaned up yesterday, and the computer was running. Compared with before, the only difference was that there was at least a place to walk.