The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

Xia Zhiqiu said that he didn't care, but at the suggestion of his brother, Xiaojiu reluctantly returned the salute.

Then, the introduction part ends.

"Wait, what about me? Why didn't you introduce me?" Chihiro was very dissatisfied, and was inexplicably ignored what happened in the past. *

Chapter [-] Remember to keep your voice low

Qianliu ignored Qianxun's clamor for a re-introduction, and asked the black silk beautiful girl, "What's wrong with coming to me suddenly?"

"There is a problem. There is a new plot to try in the third volume, so I would like to ask your opinion."

"Isn't it enough to communicate on the computer?"

"The computer broke yesterday, and it was sent for repair. It will take a while." Xia Zhiqiu said a lie without changing his face.

Women are really born actors, even Qianliu can't tell the truth.

"In that case, come with me."

With a thousand lumens, he went straight back to his room, and the Kasumigaoka who followed behind was quite restrained like a girl who had just arrived at her boyfriend's house to meet her family for the first time.

"Then, I'm sorry." Entering Qianliu's room, Xia Zhiqiu instinctively looked at it.

The arrangement is neater and cleaner than expected. There are many otaku items in the room, such as figures, paintings, etc., especially the figures, which are placed in a large transparent cabinet, and most of them are inside the moon. Role.

"Does Qianliu-kun like these too?"

Seeing that Xia Zhiqiang was focusing on the figure area, Qianliu shook his head: "Most of them are souvenirs from manufacturers, and there are so many before I know it."

"I see." Sitting on the Qianliu bed, Xia Zhiqiu crossed his legs and his eyes couldn't move.

There was still a half-eaten fruit bowl on the table, and there were a lot of papers related to the original manuscript. Pressing the paper was a pile of books that I couldn't understand. The computer next to it was lit, and the interface of the editing software was displayed on the screen.

"Want to taste the fruit? By the way, I'll pour you a glass of water." Passing the fruit bowl over, Qianliu got up and went to the living room again.

"Thank you." He pursed his lips and took the fruit plate, Xia Zhiqiu watched him go out and bring it to the door, and lay down on the bed the next second.

Immediately, she buried her head on the pillow like a slut, breathing in a thousand-flowing breath, and then wrapped the quilt around her body, as if her entire body was being hugged.

When Qianliu came to the living room, the eyes of the three girls kept following him, and Qianxun also said, "Remember to lower your voice later, don't squeak."

Too lazy to refute, what you want to think is up to you.

After picking up the water and returning to the room, Qianliu found that Kasumigaoka, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was blushing and the quilt was a little messy.

Not understanding what she did, Qianliu handed her the water glass.

"Thank you." As if to hide something, she picked up the cantaloupe in the fruit bowl and took a small bite: "Well, it smells like bourgeois."

Qianliu smiled: "I'm at most middle class, let's talk, what's the problem."

"Another problem with the heroine Zhenwei." Xia Zhiqiu simply took out the third volume of the plot that was specially printed out for the sake of telling lies: "I feel that the character and the plot conflict are not very suitable, and the writing is a bit jerky. You get some advice here."

After taking the draft, Qianliu put down the programming book and began to browse. He read it very quickly. There was no problem with the portrayal of Sa Yuka and the male protagonist Naoto, and there was basically no fault in the interaction, lines, and plot between the two.

However, when it was the turn of Zhenwei and the male lead, I always felt that the author was absent-minded, as if he did not seriously portray Zhenwei, because this volume is the home of Zhenwei.

Qianliu knows that Kasumigaoka is substituting his own personality into Sayuka, which is what new writers usually do, so it's easier to write.

And Naoto, to be honest, after the first volume, the second volume, and now the third volume, it would be too slow if he couldn't detect any traces of Kasumigaoka's faint substitution.

In fact, after reading the second volume, you can feel the general character of Zhenwei, and Qianliu also provided some suggestions.

Character words and deeds, characteristic lines, interests, favorite foods, favorite colors, including birthday blood type measurements, the personal information needed to set the role is very complete.

Logically, there will never be a mistake.

"Have you been in a bad state recently?" Qianliu only came to this conclusion after reading it.

"Big...about a little." Kasumi Hill said with a small gesture.

He usually considers himself a calm satirist. As a writer, as long as he peels off the surface, his aptitude for chuunibial diseases will fall asleep. As long as he pours his overflowing delusions into his works, it will be a matter of course.

However, at this time, Kasumigaoka couldn't make an objective comment, because sitting on Qianliu's bed made her more shaken than she imagined, and the question of what to do if she was pushed down was always in her mind.

Qianliu put down the draft and glanced at her.

For some reason, the girl rubbed her legs uneasily, and the black silk rubbed together to make a "hissing" sound.

Rubbing his brows, Qianliu noticed that he had been doing this a lot during this time: "How about taking a step back for a while? After all, it's Sayuka's home court. I understand the emotions of your role, but a good writer should know how to stop."

He completely put aside the plot and talked about the psychological problems of Kasumigaoka. What a person writes has a great possibility of reflecting her psychological state. Qianliu has seen this and cannot treat the work objectively, no matter what It's useless to change it.

"Would you like to try and revise the manuscript here?" He suddenly suggested.

"Here?" Xia Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted: "Okay, I'm very happy to be able to become one with Qianliu-kun."

Qianliu picked up the programming book again: "Well, is this a little metaphor?"

"What do you think?"

"To a certain extent, the girl's mind is too hard to guess, but also very easy to guess."

Xia Zhiqiu looked confused: "What do you mean?"

"Actually, I have always liked you very much." Qianliu turned sideways and said a love-like line very affectionately.

"Hey, hey hey! Really? This is a confession? I..."