The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

Qianliu, who came to the art classroom, peeked inside from the door, there was no one inside, it was empty, probably because the practice class in the afternoon had not returned.

He took the true white schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

The sun is setting outside the window, the sky in the west is slightly dyed red, and the air seems to become lighter in autumn.

Qianliu passed a group of people in sportswear in front of the stairs.

Because I found my classmates I met last year, I learned that they were on the track and field team, and after the third graders retired, the number was much smaller.

The second-year students who gave instructions to their younger siblings still had a stiff expression and seemed unreliable, but the strong feelings and sense of responsibility that they wanted to expand the club that they took over from the third-year... can be clearly seen from their profile. feel it.

There is still half a year before the third graders graduate, and they continue to engage in club activities. They experienced parting first because the third graders retired. From the looks of their expressions, they have probably accepted it.

Qianliu went to the art classroom again after she could not see the track and field team.

The location of the art classroom is another building at the other end of the long corridor. The first floor is the social office, the second floor is the music practice classroom, and the third floor is the art classroom for art students. .

He climbed up to the third floor, the unique smell of paint wafted in his nostrils, he could feel the breath of someone in the classroom in front of him, he stood in front of the open door, looking for the figure of the real white.

There are several students in the classroom, so it is true that the class can't go wrong.

The class has ended, the teacher has left, and the remaining students are just chatting while packing up their utensils.

Everyone relaxes their nerves and spends a leisurely time.

Among them, only the colors around Mashiro are completely different. She has an easel in the corner of the high-rise classroom without desks and chairs in 987, swaying her paintbrush on the canvas.

The students were chatting enthusiastically about the animation website they saw yesterday, and happily talking about going to the shopping street on the way home.

She didn't hear these voices at all, it made people feel that there was an invisible wall covering her body thickly, and now she could only see the canvas in her eyes.

The packed students left the classroom one after another. Among them, there were students who wanted to turn back to call Shiro, students who deliberately didn't look at her, and students who looked unwilling after a glance.

What everyone has in common is that they didn't talk to Shinshiro.

About five minutes after Qianliu came here, only Mashiro was left in the classroom, and Mashiro didn't notice and didn't realize it.

For her, what other people are doing is simply irrelevant, and when she draws comics, she will completely cut off contact with the outside world when she is concentrating.

Fortunately, Qian Liu was used to it, when he stepped into the classroom and was about to call her.

As if the heart is connected, Zhenbai, who has not finished painting yet, turns to look at him.

"Go home."

"Um."

Zhenbai nodded: "Wait for me, there is still a little bit of painting to finish."

Chapter [-] I remember happy things

Staring at Mashiro, he touched a handful of sweat, but his face was stained with paint, like a small cat, but he didn't feel it.

Qianliu thought it was interesting, and watched it for a while... At this time, there was a pleasant piano sound from upstairs.

Dong Ma immediately heard who the performer was from the familiar sound of the piano.

It's just... Compared to the sound of the piano before, there is now a faint trace of confusion and sadness that I don't understand.

After looking at Zhenbai for a while, he was ready to go upstairs to see Dongma.

After going upstairs, I saw that the door of the music room was open, and without stopping, I pushed the door straight in.

The familiar figure was sitting in front of the piano and playing, his calf covered with black socks was shaking slightly rhythmically.

I don't know if it's a problem with the angle. Under the black hair, the student's pure white shirt seems to be translucent, and the coat is taken off and placed next to the piano cover.

Qianliu didn't make a sound, listening to the girl's violin.

Talking about the end of the song, Dongma, who was immersed in the music, opened his eyes and saw Qianliu behind him with the help of the reflection from the window glass.

For some reason, the moment he saw him, Dongma's originally gloomy mood was much better.

"How did you come"

One song is over, no waiting: Qianliu opened his mouth, Dongma asked first, and began to play the next song.

"Accept Zhenbai, when you hear the piano sound and know it's you, come and see."

Sitting down on his own, Qianliu said, "What about you, you won't go back after school?"

The corner of Dongma's mouth: bent where he couldn't see it: "I'm the only one at home, it's meaningless if I don't go back."

"Yes, but Yaozi is coming back soon."

"next month."

Dongma replied casually, "Only three days."

"She's really busy."

Qianflu sighed.

"Mom said I'll be busy in a few years."

"Um"

"When the time comes, she will divide her affairs to me and her lover."