The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

"Hmm?"

Qianliu sighed, this way of arguing between little girls was too naive, and he had to think about what kind of words to use.

Chapter [-] It's not good to take advantage of people's danger

"Then I'll tell the truth."

Qianliu picked out a light blue suit with some English letters on it, shook his head and threw it away, continued to choose and said as he fell into memory: "I remember Shinshiro who just came to Sakura Village, he decides everything by himself, and doesn't care about his surroundings at all. Eyes, voices, opinions, a man walks alone on the road with no road ahead."

"Mashiro at that time gave people the impression that she was alone... a world, lonely and lonely, and so did the classmates in the art department. Although they were very concerned about Mashiro, they kept a distance."

After a moment's pause, looking at another dark red shirt in his hand, Qianliu realized that it was one size smaller, so he had to throw it away: "But...you can make Zhenbai approach, whether it is your words, your heart, etc. , or existence, after all, just being with Shinshiro for ten years is amazing."

Taking care of a girl who doesn't know anything about painting except...for ten years, there is no doubt that the relationship between the two is unbreakable.

"Even if you exaggerate, I'm not happy."

Rita rolled her eyes and snorted when she realized he couldn't see.

"Ordinary people will run away in the middle of the journey, they will want to keep their eyes open, not to see what they don't want to see, even if they know they have to face it, they still want to protect themselves because they don't want to be hurt, although deep down they know that there are some Something, just...have to...face the nasty.

things can be obtained, but it is not so easy to do.”

Qianliu smiled and slowly analyzed human nature.

Even good friends can't help but be jealous of each other and resist actions that cause harm to themselves, both physically and psychologically.

But in addition to secret jealousy, Rita pinned her hopes on Mashiro, wishing her to achieve higher achievements, but now it is off track.

Make an inappropriate analogy.

It's like if you can be admitted to Qingbei steadily, and you have even been recommended, but if you insist on playing games to become a professional player, it's strange that normal parents don't hang you up and beat you.

Or the daughter who has been raised through hardships and hardships, and the rich and handsome who are in love with each other will not choose, but find an ordinary member.

It's a bit of an exaggeration, but in reality there isn't much difference between the two.

It's no exaggeration to say that Rita is a real mother, doing her laundry, cleaning, cooking, teaching all kinds of common sense...everything except...painting, She did it all for ten years.

Don't say it's just being awkward and saying some serious things, it's more... well, it's even more extreme that she herself is reluctant to do it.

"Actually, sometimes ask yourself, what do you think about it."

"Are you really here to comfort me?"

Rita smiled lightly, it was a mask she put on to suppress her collapsed self: "Too cunning, such a statement."

Then Rita sniffed, looked up, and murmured: "Indeed, you can't blame everything on Shibai, and sometimes even I don't understand myself. Once upon a time, I figured out what I wanted to do."

"Think about it, Zhenbai's best friend will always have your place."

Rita raised her head proudly, and then realized that the timing was not right, so she turned her head and glared at him.

After finally recovering, Qianliu laughed out loud, and she rolled her eyes: "This is not the time to laugh."

"Sorry, but I think it's better this way."

"what"

"Although Rita's smile is beautiful, seeing you show other expressions makes you feel more at ease."

Qianliu's gaze returned to the depths of the closet.

"If you want to pursue me with such sweet words, I won't take the bait."

"Pursuit... It's not good to take advantage of others' danger."

"Hmm, that's a pity. I'm vulnerable right now. As long as you be gentle with me, maybe I'll be easily tricked into bed by you."

To be able to say such things means that she is almost back to normal.

"It's really not too late now."

"It's too late, there's only one chance."

Saying that, Rita smiled again, and said to herself as if she had made up her mind, "I hate it.

Really white, when I live in the same room, my clothes and underwear are always taken off and littered, and I hate it.

of cauliflower on my plate."

"I got lost when I went out without authorization, and I didn't care about the mess in the room. I left it all to me to clean."

"Using other people's paints without authorization, as well as brushes, there are too many examples, but... I am very happy to paint with Mashiro, and I want to paint with Mashiro all the time!"

Rita bit her lips and said desolately: "However, Zhenbai doesn't look happy at all, which makes me wonder if I'm not in her eyes at all, I've always thought so, and I feel so scared, if that's the case. , I felt so scared, and when I started to think that I should be the only one who thought she and I were friends, I couldn't stop at all."

"Isn't it good to ask the truth in person about this kind of thing?"

At this point, Qianliu finally found a set of size: matching and relatively good clothes, and his attention can finally be put on Rita's side.

"Ask... Really White"

Rita was quite disturbed: "But..."

"How do you know what she thinks if you don't ask?"

Qianliu interrupted her concerns: "Maybe it's really fun to draw with you."