The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

Qianliu lay down, and he didn't know if there was any magic power. The moment he lay down, he clearly felt that everything around him was quiet.

The faint fragrance of Yang Cai's body could be faintly smelled between his nose, and there were a few strands of long hair hanging down, constantly stirring on the side of his face under the breeze, a little cool and itchy.

Looking from the bottom to the top, Qianliu finds the details that he usually doesn't pay much attention to.

Yang Cai's hair was brown in the sunlight, her long eyelashes were as black as ink, and her neck and shoulders were thin and thin.

Her beauty is slightly otherworldly, like the clouds in the distance, the towering peaks, or the beauty that is part of nature like a rabbit in a snowy mountain.

Looking at him like this, he was a little sleepy, and in the unimportant content such as Yangna whispered, "That cherry tree is so strange", "Hey, the voice of the auditorium can be heard here", "There is a cute girl below" and so on. sleep.

When she found that the perfunctory humming was gone from her thighs, Yang Cai couldn't help but bow her head, and found that Qianliu didn't know when to fall asleep. the same story.

Why are you so happy?

Thinking about this question, she also yawned a little.

When Qianliu woke up again, he found that it was already halfway through the first class in the afternoon, and there was still a message from Mitaka Ren asking him where he was going, including that the teacher was not there. What happened?

In other words, he skipped class, and there was a teacher who accompanied him to skip class.

Seemingly interesting, Qianliu gently got up from Yang Cai's lap, resisting the urge to wake her up, quietly looking at her cute sleeping face.

She appears to be cuter than usual because she appears defenseless due to falling asleep and a sense of security.

Leaning his head against the wall, Yang Cai's slightly upturned mouth corners and steady breathing made him smile slightly. After watching this for about three minutes, Qianliu pinched her cheek.

"Get up, Xiao Yangcai."

She woke up after several calls. Because she didn't sleep enough, her brain was dazed. She rubbed her sullen eyes and said in a coquettish tone when she woke up, "Why, people still want to sleep."

After he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong.

This is not a home, but a rooftop, and the boy in front of her who is several years younger than her is still staring at her with playful eyes.

Yang Cai's movements suddenly froze, her eyes widened cutely, and then she covered her face and shouted "woohoo, shame on you".

"Being shy in front of me doesn't happen once or twice, I'm used to it." Qianliu comforted her with words that could not be described as comforting.

"Ah ah ah! What should I do, half of the class time is over?"

Disgrace is a trivial matter, but skipping classes is the most important thing. Maybe the students in the classroom are so ignorant. What about the teachers in the class?

Seeing Yangna begging for help with her helpless, beautiful eyes that looked like emeralds, Qianliu felt that the lethality of this effect was simply enormous.

It's just an ordinary girl, but with the status of an older female teacher, the effect can be multiplied several times.

"Why don't I send you to the infirmary because you are not feeling well?" Qianliu lied casually.

"Is it really possible?" Yang Cai probably didn't panic, and it was still at this juncture.

"Try it, it's no problem if you think about it." Yang Cai, who had been sitting on her knees for so long, got up with numbness and poor blood circulation in her legs.

Qianliu wanted to hug her like a princess, but it was too eye-catching. Considering that it was easy to cause gossip and cause trouble for Yang Cai, he half helped her down from the rooftop, and it looked like that was the case. *

Chapter [-] You know too much

The end result... still fooled.

The students were very concerned about Teacher Yangna's discomfort, and no one would wonder why.

Only Mitaka Ren, seeing Qianliu and Yang Cai appearing at the same time, couldn't help but guess in an ambiguous direction.

This is too coincidental, not to mention that some of the eye contact between the two of them recently is rather strange.

So, Ren took the initiative to ask: "Where are you and Teacher Yangcai now? Hug or go to bed?"

Sitting in his seat, Qianliu propped his chin and stared at Yang Cai: "You know too much."

Seeing that he didn't explain what he meant, Mitaka Ren smacked his lips, which was a pity.

Sometimes, men also like to gossip, and such a hot gossip about teacher-student love is too curious.

Leaving the gossip aside for a while, after school, she didn't wait for Qianliu to find Mashiro, but she came over by herself, with a few stubborn "dumb hairs" up, Mashiro just grabbed his belt and wanted to go home quickly.

In this way, classmates in the class are attracted with many misunderstandings.

Back at Sakura Village, Mashiro's creative switch was quickly switched, and he buried his head in the room and wrote the comics, of course, did not say a word of condolence to Qianliu.

She would draw at least a few drafts a day, review it for Qianliu, revise it into a finished product, and send it to the responsible editor, Ayano, and then discuss the quality of the draft by phone on the same day.

Fortunately, with Qianliu checking in advance, when Mashiro's editor, Ayano, almost never returned, most of them adopted it directly.

As the days passed, the unused drafts printed in Mashiro's room were scattered all over the place. In order to organize them, Qianliu would appear in her room regularly.

Shinshiro's draft is a highly refined work like a finished draft, especially the characters are all drawn with solid lines, without any rough parts at all. Unfortunately, manga is not just about the artist.

After Chiryu played with Kouto for a while, he planned to go to Misaki to discuss things, but Jin still didn't come back very early today.

When I got to the second floor and entered Misaki's room, I saw that she was wearing a casual outfit in shorts and a T-shirt, and she was already set up in front of the TV and playing electric.

It's a single-player RPG. The game has been played for more than [-] hours. Now I'm attacking the final map. I try to avoid trash fish as much as possible, and I don't talk to the characters on the street. of gameplay.

Every time I played an RPG, I played at an extremely low level, and sure enough, this time, a weak team was born that couldn't even win against the trash in the final stage.

The attitude of constantly re-challenging and continuing to play is like a challenger.

"You should improve your level faster," Qianliu said.