The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

Muttering in a low voice, Mai stood up.

"All in all, if you want to get my tenderness, it depends on your performance tomorrow."

Chapter [-] I won't either

The winter temperature in Tokyo has become more and more: much lower.

Qianliu, who was sitting in the kotatsu in the living room of Sakurasou, thought so, two days have passed since he went shopping with Mai, and today is the last day of the year.

That is December [-]st.

As the New Year is approaching, there are fewer people hanging out outside.

Similarly, the number of households in Sakuraso is also reduced by a few.

For example, Liuhua, after returning from the day with Mai on the [-]th, Qianliu received news that Shihua came to take Liuhua away.

Because I said in advance that I would go back to my hometown, I was not surprised.

The only impact on Sakura Sou is that Kouto is rather boring watching the animation alone, and his sullen face is full of boredom.

After watching it for a while, it seems that a person loses sight of "Nine Eight Seven"

Intrigued by painting, Xiaodou actually turned off the TV and started reading.

Qianliu was surprised for the first time and stared at his sister for a long time.

At this moment, apart from the living room...the two of them can only stare at the street and write and draw, as for Rita, she was dragged by Kasumi Hill to go shopping.

"Brother, why are you looking at me like that?"

Opening the reference book, Kouto inadvertently looked at Qianliu.

"My sister is sensible, and of course I feel relieved as a brother."

"What kind of old rhetoric is that!"

"The eldest brother is like a father, haven't you heard of it?"

Thousands of things are straight.

"So Xiao Dou is both brother-in-law and love-father?"

At this time, Zhenbai, who was painting, turned his head at some point, and gestured with affirmative eyes.

"It's not... it's not!"

Xiao Dou pouted and immediately denied it.

Qianliu felt speechless about this, and the angle of truth to look at the problem is really tricky.

"Didn't you just say that the eldest brother is like a father?"

Really can't help but be suspicious.

"In short, it's not what you said! People don't love fathers!"

In order not to contaminate himself with strange attributes, Kouto showed great resistance.

"Oh I see."

Nodding lightly.

It's not even clear what was understood.

Seeing that Xiaojiu still wanted to say something, the topic continued, Qianliu took the initiative to say: "Don't you want to study, it's just fine, I'll teach you."

"Okay...well, please, bro."

Moving the small soft cushion and leaning to the left, making room for Qianliu, Kouto opened the reference book.

Accidentally, there are often used marks on it.

Not only are there comments written, but there is also pure dirt.

As far as he knows, Kouto usually doesn't study at all, so he gives up. Even if there is a desk in the room, he can't sit still for five minutes.

So why there are similar traces has to be an unsolved mystery, but you don't need to pay too much attention, even if it's just pretending.

Although I transfer to Mr. Tianma's private school list, if I can go through the program, I still have to take an exam and an interview.

It is estimated that I didn't want to be looked down upon and came in through the back door, because I decided to work hard so that it wouldn't be too ugly.

Guessing about Xiaojie's conscious motivation to study, Qianliu watched her obediently do the exercises.

By the way, the exercises she is doing now are not winter vacation homework.

After all, the winter vacation homework was already completed by Hoshina, under the order of Kouto the last time he played the king game.

What Qianliu is doing now is that Qianliu went to the bookstore to buy the same and hold it for the sake of his sister, but in fact it is for "torture"

Dove's workbook.

Looking at her sister's serious expression, but facing the national first-level practice questions, she was in a hard fight, and Qianliu couldn't help but feel a sense of pity.

If we let her take the normal exam and don't go through the back door, it is estimated that she can only go to the worst public school and be a "dry girl" who eats and waits to die.

After all, in a well-known high school and high school integrated school like Santa Cronia Private College, there are also many candidates from other counties and cities, and the competition rate is proportional to the deviation value.