The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

Rita pretended to be shy and complained.

Hmm, what a showman.

Hearing this, Mashiro finally couldn't bear it anymore, and turned his eyes away: "Thousands of Sticky Lita are too tight."

"Is it my relationship?"

Qianliu helped his forehead helplessly.

"It's obviously my owner."

"What's the reason for that?"

"If I didn't have Qianliu..."

Shiro swallowed a piece of bread.

"without my words"

"It won't survive."

She stared at him seriously.

It seems that what was said a few days ago can only be used today.

And what she said should be physical.

In order to prevent the water from becoming more and more turbulent, Qianliu very rationally pulled away and returned to the bedroom temporarily.

The bedroom that was occupied by Rita for a short time was a little strange. Although the quilt and layout had not changed much, the room was filled with a faint fragrance.

It's clean and tidy, which is better than when he lived. It's not that he was messy when he was there, but it was relatively speaking.

After all, there are differences between people.

At this time, the sun has gone down, and the vast starry sky can be seen outside the window.

Qianliu sat in front of the desk and looked at the computer screen with a serious look, and the screen displayed "Pokémon"

The plot is what he has done these days.

He has mastered the general direction. During this time, in addition to explaining the situation to his subordinates, his job is to read the plot and catalogue the necessary paintings and various materials.

Today, we are also working on the design book production for the story part.

He was just on the sidelines, witnessing the results of the discussions among his subordinates.

As for how they decide how the story part goes, how to use the choreography, how to take charge of the plot, whether the combat part uses 3 or hand-painted, how does the model make... Qianliu will only set things right when it's obviously wrong.

It is foreseeable that the Pokémon that is being made, whether it is a game or an animation, must be different from the memory, but they are all excellent talents in the industry.

Generally maintain the correct direction, as for the details, it is not a problem that needs too much attention.

The only thing that bothers him is how to make his subordinates fully understand the plot part and keep up with their own ideas.

Because it requires a lot of communication, it has to be discussed and produced.

To a certain extent, you can draw a storyboard to illustrate, of course, most of them can be done directly by your own feelings.

However, this is not entirely the case.

For example, if the scene from the plot part to the battle part cannot be understood, it will not be possible to make a smooth picture.

Of course, this is not troublesome or difficult, just need to communicate as much as possible, and when he is on the right track, he will not have to pay attention to it in the future.

"What Chiryu has been doing since a while ago"

After doing it for an unknown time, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

Qian Liu turned around and saw that Rita, who had just taken a shower, was standing there.

She was wearing pajamas borrowed from Mashiro, and while wiping her wet hair with a towel, she bent down and peeped at the desk, the scent of soap and shampoo irritating her nose.

"What should I say, Chiryu...or should I say the people of Sakurasou, to put it mildly, they are all natural weirdos."

"Is this euphemistic?"

"Well, as a whole."

Rita blinked and exclaimed: "But... this is really a very artistic painting."

Chapter two hundred and fifty-two pass me

Looking at the sprite design drawing on the Qianliu drawing board in front of the computer screen, Rita couldn't help but compliment.

"You drew this"

"Any questions"

Rita was silent, scanning him up and down with strange eyes: "At this level, I wouldn't be surprised even if it was painted in real white."

Qianliu smiled and did not reply.

"It's no wonder that the strength that has witnessed Shiro is still unshakable."

Rita sighed, thinking she had found a reason: "You have also been exposed to art since childhood."

Qianliu shook his head: "I felt that art was a bit interesting, so I taught myself for a while, and stopped when I felt it was almost enough."