The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

Based on his works, his monthly income is about [-] million yen, which is equivalent to about [-] RMB, and he has not even added the monthly cash cow.

Most light novelists can't reach his level. If Qianliu is willing to work harder, his income can be doubled several times.

But recently, he's been thinking about whether it's not a good idea to just get by in this way. Since he came to this world, if he doesn't do something, he always feels a little empty.

It's just that I haven't set a goal yet, so think about it later.

Cheering up, Qianliu got out of the car, the destination had already arrived.

This should be considered a suburb.

In a small town, there are not many pedestrians on the road, and in front of him is a very Japanese-style low-rise apartment.

Qianliu's first impression was that it was small. Looking at it from the outside, it was estimated that a rental house was less than [-] to [-] square meters.

The environment is not bad, there is almost no mess, and Shiyu who wanted to come to Xiazhiqiu chose this place after consideration.

After all, she had no spare money to rent a good place when she just debuted.

If I remember correctly, her first work "Love Metronome" even experienced a crisis of almost being cut in half.

It was only after getting help to promote it that it came back to life, and finally got the good result of five volumes selling [-] copies.

Although this figure is only a fraction of the sales volume of thousands of streams.

"There isn't even an elevator." He complained that he went to the fourth floor according to the door number given by Yuanzi.

Walk one by one until you stop at the innermost door on the right.

"That's it." After confirming that the house number above was exactly what Yuan Zi said, Qianliu stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

After pressing it three times in a row, a dull and vigilant voice came from inside: "Who?"

Since there is no cat's eye on the door to see what's going on outside, Qianliu immediately heard the sound of metal clattering with iron chains behind the door.

click!

The door is open!

I saw the owner behind the door carefully sticking out his head from the crack of the door to observe the visitor.

Unlike the senior in Qianliu's impression, the girl in front of her was not wearing a white headband, and her face was flushed red because of her illness. She could only see her upper body was wearing sportswear, and her wine-red eyes looked at him with vigilance, but she was clearly seeing. The visitor was visibly stunned.

When she was stunned, Qianliu took the initiative and said: "Hello, you must have seen my photo from Miss Yuanzi. I introduced myself at the first meeting. My name is Hanasegawa Qianliu, eh? Don't ask me. go in?"

Only then did the girl remember that it was a very rude practice to turn the guests away, and she quickly pulled the chain to open the door completely: "I'm very sorry, I didn't know it was you."

"It doesn't matter, girls should pay special attention to safety outside alone, and I learned from Miss Yuanzi that you are ill." Qianliu took off her shoes at the entrance, but did not find any replacement slippers.

Only then did I remember that Shiyu Kasumigaoka, despite being very good, has been ranked first in the school year since entering school. She is the object of the students' longing, but she doesn't have many friends, so she doesn't need to prepare guest slippers at all.

Seeing this, Kasumigaoka Shiyu took off her pink slippers: "If you don't dislike it, use mine."

Because of her illness, her head is still a little ignorant, and her reaction has become a lot slower.

"No, I'll do it with bare feet." Qianliu refused directly.

Not to mention that the pink slippers are a little too girly and awkward to wear. Just because the floor is cold, the fact that the other party is sick makes him unable to agree. *

Chapter [-] Lack of Soul

Looking at the girl, Qianliu now completely catches her whole face.

I can't tell what my body looks like in a sports suit. Maybe I just got up, and my long hair looks a little messy. I feel that my spirit is not very good.

Even so, she can still be regarded as a delicate and beautiful girl of the highest quality. It is a pity that there is no black silk. Without black silk, Shiyu of the Hill of Kasumi seems to lack a soul.

Looking away from her, Qianliu turned to scan the entire rental house.

A bed, a desk, a laptop, that's all there is to it, simply outrageous.

There is no kitchen in the rental house, but there is a small bathroom with attached bathroom. On the balcony at the back, there is a change of clothes, including the school uniform of Toyozaki Academy, and several pairs of "souls" in different shades of color.

"I made you laugh, I didn't have time to clean up the room." Poured a cup of hot water for him, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu knelt on the ground with a very correct attitude, that is, facing the senior's junior's attitude.

It is a very normal thing to discuss seniority in the eleventh district. Even if Qianliu is only one or two years older than her, and she debuted a few years earlier, she still has to be respectful.

Moreover, the two were not familiar with each other, this was the first time they met.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu wasn't sure about this character, even if the editor Miss Yuanzi told her to relax and it's okay to be casual, she didn't dare to believe it.

"Don't be too cautious." Qianliu took a sip of hot water and faced him cross-legged: "I already know the specifics, I don't blame you, Yuanzi worries that you won't have time to come by yourself, let me take a look instead."

Seeing that she was still not at ease, Qianliu shook his head: "Recover with peace of mind, and you can ask me for advice at any time when you are healed. After all, you are also under Yuan Zi's hands. By the way, has the temperature dropped?"

"Should." Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu wasn't quite sure.

should?

What is this answer?

Without further ado, he frowned and reached out to the girl's forehead, then touched his own forehead, and only loosened his brows when he was sure the temperature was about the same.

Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu didn't expect him to be so direct, he didn't react for a while, and let the other party's warm palm press on his forehead.

To be honest, Kasumigaoka is not very good at dealing with others, especially acts with good intentions, which makes her quite embarrassed.

If it was an acquaintance, she could use her poisonous tongue to hide her embarrassment, but it was the first time she met Qianliu, so she treated strangers and acquaintances in two different states.