The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

"Cleaning is seasonal. If it's cold, go downstairs and hide in the kotatsu with Kouto."

"Will Qianliu come too?"

Mashiro finally raised his head and looked over.

"I want to clean up your mess"

"Then I won't go down."

Shiro, who focused on the manga again, simply ignored his suggestion.

Although it would hinder cleaning a little, Qianliu decided to treat her as something in the room.

First tidy up the messy floor, textbooks are textbooks, handouts are handouts, and so are organized into bundles.

Magazines are divided into those that are still needed and those that need to be thrown away. The shopping street brochures that I don't know where they came from are crumpled and thrown into the trash can. The special sale information from a few months ago is no longer needed.

From the piles of old video game magazines, the final exam papers of the first semester, mathematics, [-] points, and average grades that are neither good nor bad, were also rubbed and thrown into the trash.

The boxes of video game software are placed upright next to the computer. Check the contents. Many of the boxes contain software for other games. It took a lot of time to properly replace the contents.

Even so, after about thirty minutes, the floor was already tidied up.

"Thousands of Streams."

"Um"

When he was called by his name, he turned his head and saw that the real white who was calling out was holding something like a piece of paper in his hand, "What is this?"

Mashiro handed it over to explain: "Ayano gave it to me. Ask if you want to agree to the animation. If you agree, contact the person above."

"Oh, did someone contact the animation so soon?"

Qianliu took the business card and glanced at the information on it.

It seems to be not bad, an animation company specializing in daily life, its name is not particularly loud, but its ability in daily life is second to none.

"Promise, this company's capabilities are okay."

This is a thousand streams of advice.

"Oh, then I'll let Ayano contact them."

Mashiro took out his phone and typed with the two-finger Zen like a beginner.

Putting down the business card, Qianflu sighed, but I didn't expect it to be called "Sakurasou's Pet Girl"

As a template, Mashiro changed himself to "Miss Manager of Spring Garden"

The manga was updated less than half and got the chance to be animated.

Maybe the email didn't get a reply, so Shiro just called.

After several seconds, the phone still does not connect.

Then really persevered and made four or five more phone calls to 45, with the momentum of not giving up until they got through.

Finally, after the sixth call was made, it was finally connected.

"Miss, I worked overtime until three in the morning last night. Today I finally took a half-day off to sleep in. Please don't disturb me, okay?"

Ayano's sleepy voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Ayano, animation, I agree."

"Ah what"

Because it was still: half-dreaming and half-awake, Ayano didn't hear clearly at all.

"The animation is all up to you."

Really repeat it again.

Now Ayano heard clearly: "Wait a minute, leave it all to me, but you need to participate in the discussion..."

But halfway through, he hung up the phone.

"Hey! It's so white"

Looking at the phone screen that hung up the call beside her ear, Ayano shrank into a ball in pain.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it is so unlucky.

While Mashiro and Ayano were communicating, they were cleaning the room, and the splendor of the room couldn't help but be funny.

Hearing the words of the conversation between the two, he understood Ayano's pain very well.

Well, good editors have to be responsible for their cartoonists.

Feilu reminds you: three things to read and collect,

Chapter [-] Universal Secretary

It was past 99:[-] when the real white room was completely cleaned up, and the messy interior was now clean and tidy.

The underwear thrown everywhere is stored in the cabinet, including the type and style, and the color is distinguished.

So far, I don't have any feeling when I see Mashiro's underwear, it's just like looking at my sister Kouto, treating it as ordinary fabric.