The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

Yusegawa: "Okay, that's it, I'll give you a picture of the person in two days, and there are specific details."*

Chapter [-] Don't Let You Sleep

Qianliu has already had a draft for the character design, and then he will explain some character aspects.

She has drawn so many illustrations and books, and she has a strong painting ability, and her control ability is also very powerful.

Yingri Kashiwagi: "Remember as soon as possible, otherwise it's irresponsible to forget about me. Bye bye, let's go first, my mother called me something."

Leave a sentence, and the dialog will dim.

Qianliu immediately opened the conversation of Mr. Erromanga, and copied what he said to Eiri, and got a similar answer, so she had no problem.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qianliu, do you still want to do it today?"

Suddenly, the door was opened, and the figure of Shiina Mashiro appeared at the door.

The thin cloud covered the moon, making the room a little dark. This is Room 101 of Sakuraso. The owner of the room, Chiryu Hanasegawa, is in front of the computer, staring at each other with the girl Shiina Mashiro, who has a weak atmosphere.

The slightly raised phoenix eyes, shiny soft hair, clear and beautiful skin, as if touched with evil emotions will be destroyed and ethereal.

"Qianliu?" She called out his name with her thin lips, and Shiro expressed her doubts with her eyes. Her flat voice filled the silence of the room.

"What?" Qianliu was a little strange.

"Draw illustrations." Saying that, Mashiro took out the illustrations that belonged to the male and female protagonists of "The Garden of Words": "All of them have been drawn ahead of time."

Mature women with short hair, and teenagers who are still young, all kinds of things happen in various scenes.

Mashiro walked over barefoot and placed the illustration in front of him.

Qianliu just glanced at it casually, and he was sure that there was no problem. These were just illustrations for novels, and the workload was not large, so he only asked Mashiro alone.

Regardless of the plot, just looking at the ability to draw, the real white level is higher than him, Qianliu naturally can't fault it: "It's very good."

"Reward." Seeing him looking up, Mashiro repeated as if emphasizing: "I want a reward."

There was not a trace of confusion in the girl's eyes, she clearly gave the impression of a fragile ice sculpture, but she had a toughness that would never change once she said it.

Hearing this, Qianliu took out the Baumkuchen from the cabinet.

Mashiro just glanced at his usual favorite Baumkuchen and turned his eyes back: "Don't do this."

What do you want?Even Qianliu sometimes has difficulty understanding Shiro's thoughts.

But the next moment he understood, and Shiro took the initiative to approach him.

When he came out of room 101 again after a few minutes, Zhenbai's face was slightly red, and he covered his chest, which was beating fast for some unknown reason, and quickly returned to his room.

Sitting in front of the computer, she seemed embarrassed and joyful. In order to suppress the strange emotion in her heart, she held the pencil and began to draw cartoons.

Perhaps under the influence of strange emotions, she drew a more intimate shot of "Miss Manager of Chunyuan Village" in the comics.

I don't know how long it took me to fall into my own world like this, and when Mashiro was about to finish drawing this sentence, there was a voice of Qianliu from outside.

"Shibai, wake up."

When Qianliu opened the door and pushed in, she found that Mashiro was still sitting in front of the table painting, the newly exposed sunlight shone on her slender body, forming a mysterious aura, and under her eyes there was a feeling of staying up late. The resulting faint dark circles.

"You haven't slept all night?" Qianliu frowned.

Zhenbai turned sideways: "Qianliu won't let me sleep."

"When did I stop you from sleeping?" Qianliu felt puzzled.

"last night."

"Ah."

"Do that, go back to your room."

"and then?"

"Can't sleep."

"..."

Can you explain it this way?

But looking at the innocent expression, he couldn't say anything, so he half-forced to pull her to wash her face and brush her teeth, and then took her to the school and sent it to the art classroom.

Of course, in this state, it is impossible for her to take a good class. Whenever she goes to the art classroom after class, she will see Zhenbai lying on the table and sleeping.

According to a classmate in the art department, she was also in a state of drowsiness in class, and she never woke up no matter what the teacher said.

Even though there were red marks on his forehead, and even his hair was up in his sleep, Shiro didn't notice it.

Forget it, let her sleep.

At noon, when Qianliu came to the art classroom uneasy, he learned from the second-year junior that she was taken away by Misaki, so he came to the rooftop.

Yang Cai was already waiting here. Originally, there was no class in Qianliu's class in the morning, but it didn't prevent her from coming.

"Huh? I thought you wouldn't come today either." He obviously smiled when he saw him, but then pretended to be unhappy, Yang Cai performed a woman's acting on the spot.

"Sorry, I forgot to mention what happened yesterday." Qianliu consciously admitted that he was wrong, and there is no reason to find it: "So in order to make amends, I brought the last two chapters of the new works that I worked so hard to write last night to Xiaoyangcai to appreciate."