The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

"School is about to start, the partner needs me to go there in person." Long Zhisuke said while eating, his movements were fast but not ugly.

Qianliu immediately recalled: "Partner, which company did you find to develop the game engine last time?"

Ryunosuke nodded: "They need me to sign a follow-up contract on the spot, and there are also entrustments from several companies."

Ryunosuke's life was much more hectic and hectic than his, Qianliu couldn't help feeling that he was still a light novelist, and at least it wasn't difficult to make money.

I heard before that the less hair the programmer has, the better. This law doesn't work at all on Ryunosuke's side. His hair is long, dense, soft and shiny, which many girls can't match.

In the process of talking and eating, Ryunosuke still did not forget to control the smartphone with one hand to reply.

"I'm done eating."

In less than five minutes, he got up after lunch and left Sakura Village with a laptop in his hand. His movements were sharp and sharp, and there was no time-wasting link.

Without Ryunosuke, the atmosphere at the table returned to its previous level.

After lunch, as Mashiro Misaki went about their own business, Chiryu and Tohka talked about the situation of Rokka and Kohato. Outsiders looked like parents who were worried about their daughters.

"I'll be here today." At five o'clock in the afternoon, Shihua said goodbye to him with the reluctant Liuhua.

Qianliu sent the two daughters outside the door: "I'll play again next time."

"Kukuku, the evil king's true eyes, the next time we meet will be the real decisive battle!" Mingming had a good time with Liuhua all afternoon, but now Xiaojiu pretended not to care.

"Hmph, the evil king's true eyes are the strongest!" Before Liu Hua could continue to speak ruthlessly, Shi Hua slapped her head with a spoon, successfully killing the dialogue.

Watching the troubled Liuhua, showing her teeth and claws, complaining to her sister who covered her ears with one hand and gradually moving away, a smile appeared at the corner of Qianliu's mouth.

Over the course of the day, his understanding of Shi Hua became more profound, and it was by no means the little thing that flowed in his memory.

The cold beauty of Shi Hua, who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, really suits his appetite.

She didn't say anything on the surface, but behind the scenes, she secretly did a lot of things.

"Kukuku, my half body, you did a good job today, you successfully dragged the Holy Conditioner, and created a good duel environment for me!" Sending away sisters of Xiaoniaoyou, Xiaodou has not yet separated from the role, and is still in high spirits opened his mouth.

Qianliu finally got rid of the second sick sister, and Zhenbai came out of the room again and walked in front of him and looked straight at him: "Qianliu, I'm hungry."

"Huh? So what?"

"I want to eat Baumkuchen." Zhenbai tilted his head: "Don't you have one?"

Qianliu Tanshou said helplessly: "No, I only bought one yesterday."

Hearing that, Zhenbai was a little disappointed, and then walked back to the room listlessly, with sadness drifting from his back.

Seeing it was quite interesting, Qianliu followed her in, then took out one of the Baumkuchen bags hidden in the cabinet, and made a request with Zhenbai's confused expression.

"It was just a joke just now. In the future, if you draw works that satisfy me, you will be rewarded."

"Reward? I know, I will work hard."

Mashiro's tone made it hard to feel motivated, but Qianliu knew she was serious.

Immediately, after she was satisfied by eating the Baumkuchen, she immediately sat down in front of the computer and drew on the screen with a drawing tablet.

Qianliu was sitting on the side, coding a new work on a laptop, looking up at the screen from behind her from time to time, and every time Mashiro moved her hand, she drew the characters with astonishing accuracy.

There is almost no redraw, as if you know which line to draw from the beginning, it's almost like magic.

However, it is different from the previous content. The story of a flat female high school student falling in love with a flat male classmate, having a flat conversation, and then starting to communicate. Although the overall atmosphere is very similar, there is indeed a little progress.

Expressions and other descriptions should be more exaggerated and bolder.

The overall atmosphere is too sluggish, and it will make the whole comic appear boring, without emotion, and you will not feel it after reading it.

Qianliu was thinking about how to perfectly inform her within the scope of Ma Shiro's understanding. This is a difficult problem. Just making her progress has consumed a lot of brain cells.

"Is it boring?" Halfway through the painting, he seemed to want to observe his reaction, but Mashiro turned to his side and found him in a daze.

Qianliu said in a ruthless tone: "Yes, tear it all off and repaint it."

"Oh."

I didn't understand the refutation at all, so I tore up the manuscript obediently and started a new homework, but my expression was a little disappointed.

Qianliu frowned slightly, training like this, the ghost knows when she will be able to teach Zhenbai, her goal this year is the Newcomer Award.

If it goes on tepid, don't even think about the award.

"I will draw manga that Chiryu likes."

As if taking an oath, the eyes of Shinshiro who started anew were filled with a light that had never been seen before. *

Chapter [-] Delivered to your door

"Forget it, take your time."

Caressing the smooth, white blonde hair, Qianliu felt that he didn't need to be so eager.

It takes time for Shiro to understand other things. The most important thing now is that there is not so much free time. If you want to make great progress in a short period of time, you have to find shortcuts.

Looking at the girl unconsciously, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind at a certain moment.

"By the way, why don't you try adapting your daily life into a comic and drawing it?" Suddenly thinking of a way, Qianliu put down the notebook near the table, and then put the unknown truth on his lap instead of sitting on the computer. forward.

Skillfully taking over the brush, Qianliu began to draw a picture of a woman on the drawing board.