The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

"Of course, since ancient times, there has been friction between each other's justice, and there is a showdown between males and females. This is the tradition of juvenile comics. It just so happens that I also like this type, such as love and justice."

Qian Liu Mian changed the subject without changing his color and said.

After all, he is widely known as "The Warrior of Love"

, "Partners of Justice"

Forget about being "matryoshka" just now

, Hiratsuka Shizuo nodded and echoed excitedly: "Yes, it's like mobile combat to Gundam, and badge warrior battles and the like!"

When she was done, she laughed.

Qianliu squinted his eyes: "Oh, although I like hot-blooded romance and age has nothing to do with it, but you should pay attention outside, be quiet and cute, and stop your behavior that is inappropriate for your age. It's very indecent."

His words, like a basin of cold water, calmed down Hiratsuka, and noticed that there were a few people looking at him in the distance, his face flushed with shame, and he deliberately coughed to cover it up.

She is a child at all, with only breasts like an adult, but only a childish, big-tited mature woman with a little girl's mind continues to brag: "There is... what does it matter."

Seeing her brave face, Qianliu couldn't help but smile.

Jing and Yang Cai have different flavors, Yang Cai is gentle and considerate, while Jing is more heroic and bold, and the occasional twisted contrast is very good.

"Okay, continue the topic at the beginning, why are you here"

Qianliu took a sip of coffee and picked up "Marriage is... the grave of love" in front of her.

This book.

I don't know who made 357.

Turning the first page is...:Marriage is the grave of life.

All married men and women praise the beauty of marriage.

Some people think that when they come home every day, someone says "Honey, I'm back"

The object of the child is very happy, and some people think that looking at the sleeping face of the child will produce "work hard tomorrow"

's motivation.

But please wait.

Even if you live in your own home, you can still say "I'm back"

, If no one else is around, you can buy a bottle of Meiji mouthwash by yourself, do gymnastics with the hippo, and sing "I'm back"

, Besides, after returning home, you can only see the sleeping face of the child, which means that the parents are in the hell of working overtime.

Is this really called happiness? Those people are shouting happiness, but they have a numb expression on their faces, like a programmed robot, or a zombie trying to drag people into a swamp.

So, does that really count as happiness? Come to think of it, isn't true happiness supposed to be, um...for example, admiring an apron-bound lover every morning and humming a song while busy in the kitchen? Why? Qianliu closed the thing about marriage when he saw it, although he said it in his heart, but how did this kind of thing enter the library in a grand manner.

Chapter [-] Gotta work harder

"I...wait..., what does it have to do with you?"

Seeing that he picked up his book and put it down for a while, Shizuo Hiratsuka was about to answer, but he felt that he was too obedient to him, so he resisted.

"It's like a child."

Qianliu glared at her and clicked her tongue.

Compared to the age gap, the status and identities of the two are more like turning around.

"What did you say!"

Hiratsuka Shizuo stood up, her arms crossed, she looked like a guard, if she put on a military uniform and picked up a whip, it would be really suitable.

"It's nothing, since we don't want to answer, how about we change the subject."

Chiryu suddenly felt that chatting with Shizuo Hiratsuka would be a better way to pass the time than reading a book.

............Different from Chiryu, who has the leisure to tease the beautiful teacher, Machida Enko is very busy here.

Even though today is a day off, the editorial department still sticks to their posts.

Not to mention rest days, editors don't even have time for holidays.

For editors, the end of the year is the busiest time of the year.

Ono-kun, who was sitting next to his editor friend Kenjiro, had been talking to the printing house on the phone for half an hour about the postponement.

The other editors sitting behind him called every fifteen minutes to urge illustrators or novelists to submit manuscripts.

In addition, several colleagues are on the verge of "true death"

At a critical juncture, he is desperately doing his last dying struggle.

The boss of the editorial department also tightened his face, and sat on his seat to supervise the work of his subordinates, making him look more ferocious.

Yuanzi is very fortunate, her task in December is almost over, and the works waiting to be published in January have also been drafted, so her work is not as busy as other colleagues who are burning ass.

But today she still had to write about [-] letters to contact the writers she was in charge of, as well as the animation and peripheral product manufacturers.

"Um... come on.

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