The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

After breakfast, Misaki and Jin left one after the other, and Kouto also jumped to the tram station with a small schoolbag on her back.

"Yo, remember to bring Mashiro to school early." After saying hello, Chihiro also left.

So, there were only two people left in the entire Sakura Village.

Mashiro just stared at him blankly, and suddenly said at a certain moment, "I want Qianliu to do it with me like yesterday."

After meeting her request, Qianliu led the inexplicably happy Mashiro out of Sakurasou.

Sakura Village is only ten minutes away from the High School Affiliated to Suimei University of the Arts. Although the distance is short, it took a long time to get lost on the road.

Later, Qianliu simply held her hand to prevent her from getting lost.

When they came to school, since Mashiro was a second-year art student, the two had to separate.

The colleges affiliated to the University of the Arts are also known as "Shui Gao". In addition to the general subjects, there are also music subjects and art subjects with ten elites as the educational policy.

It gathers top students from all over the country, and only those who stand out from the extremely outrageous acceptance rate are admitted.

In other words, those who can enter the art department and music department are famous all over the country.

Unlike Mashiro, Misaki is a third-year art department. According to her introduction to the classroom location in the morning, Mashiro is like a pet that has left its owner, turning back three steps until she disappears at the end of the corridor.

Really worried that Shinshiro was alone, Qianliu sighed and followed, until he was sure that the girl had entered the second-grade art classroom, and then returned to his third-grade general subject.

When I got to the classroom, I sat down in the last row in the corner, then turned on my laptop, and under the watchful eyes of other students, no one else started coding a new work.

"You really do your own way." Mitaka Ren, who was in front of him, smiled bitterly.

Qianliu's eyes did not squint: "Because in essence, I and Ryunosuke are the same kind of people."

"The same kind of people." Mitaka Jin sighed and fell silent.

"Don't talk about me, how are you and Misaki?" Pausing for a moment, Chiryu crossed her chin with her hands and stared at him.

"It's still the same, you know, I'm not worthy of her."

Qianliu knew what Ren meant.

Last summer, Misaki uploaded a [-]-minute-long animation on the animation website, which was instantly praised and the number of views exceeded one million. Immediately, a sales company came to discuss commercialization.

And it was released on DVD in January this year, as if mocking the sluggish sales industry, and it instantly became a best-selling work of more than [-] works. I glimpsed her bank account before, and there are enough numbers to play and live.

Although the script was written by his childhood sweetheart, Mitaka Jin, his script actually dragged down Misaki.

When I watched it for the first time, Qianliu couldn't help but admire it. It was an excellent performance that fully utilized the power of the script to its maximum limit.

Such works are all done by Misaki alone, with various settings and ideas, storyboards, composition, original paintings, animations, coloring, backgrounds and compositing.

In addition to photography and effects, as well as post-production editing, recording, dubbing, and even video editing, the work should have been divided by various departments, and different personnel should be responsible.

Not only 2D, Misaki is also good at 3D production, combining technology and taste to create a unique performance presentation.

Although music, sound effects, and other sound effects-related tasks were done by friends who were studying in the music department, Misaki still completed a considerable amount of work alone, and it was still of unreasonably high quality.

Through the animation produced by Misaki, Mitaka Jin deeply realizes that God is unfair, and she does have extraordinary talents.

And this kind of talent is beyond his reach.

Patting him on the shoulder, Qianliu has nothing to say, Ren is not that fragile, I believe this guy can finally figure it out.

"Stop talking about this, listen to Teacher Qianxun, the new female teacher will be transferred to our class." Aside from those unhappy thoughts, Ren's mouth returned to a cynical smile.

"Why?" Qianliu was a little strange. They were in the third grade. Generally, newcomers should start from the first grade.

Jen shrugged: "It is rumored that one of our female teachers who taught us had an unexpected pregnancy and went on maternity leave."

Qianliu: "..."

This reminded him of a certain sentence, as long as the courage is big, the teacher will take maternity leave.

"The new teacher Chihiro said she's beautiful, don't you have her photo, take it out and take a look." Suddenly thinking of this, Ren coaxed.

Qianliu pouted: "Do you believe what she said? Some time ago, she said that she would give it to me for a few days, but it has not been given to me until now."

"Hahaha."

The communication between the two did not attract much attention from others, after all, they both lived in Sakura Village, not a general dormitory.

The residents of Sakura Village are all weirdos, and the whole school has already spread, so no one likes to interact with them.

There may also be a sense of self-pity, and it is too stressful to be with good people.

Even the seats of other classmates are instinctively far away from where the two of them are.

"Jingle Bell!!!"

Before long, the morning class bell rang!

In less than ten seconds, the originally noisy classroom became quiet, except for the sound of Qianliu tapping the keyboard incessantly.

Turning a blind eye to other people's strange gazes, Qianliu continued to write the new work yesterday.

"... There were light footsteps in my ears, and when I looked up, I saw a young man standing there holding a transparent plastic umbrella..."

"At the moment when the eyes met, Yukino lowered his eyes..."

At this moment, the sound of high heels touching the ground suddenly sounded in the corridor outside the classroom.