The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

To avoid her questioning, Qianliu skillfully changed the subject.

"No, just pack up and go."

Follow Dongma to the entrance to change your shoes, Qianliu went out one after another, Dongma's house is not too close to the school, it takes ten minutes by tram, and when the two arrive at the school, it is just 8:0 past [-]:[-].. Worth a visit It was mentioned that when Chiryu and Touma just came over at the school gate, they happened to meet Misaki with Mashiro.

"Thousands of streams, love the new and hate the old,"

Mashiro leaned over and stared at him, his eyes only on Touma for a moment.

"I hope your words are a little more precise."

"Qianliu hasn't been at home for two days, it's very lonely."

Mashiro suddenly showed a pitiful expression.

"That's right! Xiao Zhenbai secretly slept in your room yesterday."

Misaki, who was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, interjected.

If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute, Qianliu stares at her and begins to appease the natural dumb girl.

"Not anymore."

Touching Zhenbai's hair, Qianliu looked at Zhenbai and squinted his eyes, and his mood seemed to have improved a lot.

"real"

Doubtful.

"Don't worry, I'll take you back after school today."

In order to dispel the doubts in the girl's heart, Qianliu had to say this.

Witnessing the exchange between the two, Dongma glanced lightly and said, "I'll go first."

"Hey, wait..., you're a newly transferred music student, let's get to know you, my name is Misaki Uisei, this is a pet raised by Chiryu, Shiina Mashiro."

Rolling her eyes, Misaki was ready to speak to hold back.

Well, she is... I have heard the name Shiina Mashiro many times, but it's still 3.

1For the first time, Kazuma Touma couldn't help but carefully observe the girl in front of her.

Very beautiful, as pure as snowflakes, without any trace of contamination, just like an isolated ice field, she and Qianliu had the same idea.

"Winter horse and yarn."

After carefully looking at the two women, focusing on Mashiro, Dongma nodded for some reason.

"Excuse me, what's the relationship between you and my family's Qianliu? Lover girlfriend one night stand"

The gossip-hearted Misaki's eyes burned with curiosity.

Dongma took a step back and said, "He knows my mother, that's all."

Misaki didn't quite believe it: "Really, why did you two go to school together? It's too coincidental, there must be a secret behind it!"

Feilu reminds you: three things to read and collect,

Chapter [-] Still holding a grudge

What do you call your home, Qianliu wondered when he heard it beside him.

"Okay, don't make trouble and ask so many questions."

Dragging Misaki, ignoring her will, and heading towards the third-year floor, Qianliu waved, "See you in the afternoon."

Mashiro nodded invisibly, and then went to the classroom of the art department alone, while Touma went with her.

The second-year art department and the music department were not far from each other, they were on the same floor, Touma followed behind, watching Mashiro's back.

Perhaps aware of the sight, Shinshiro suddenly stopped and turned to look at her: "You want to eat Baumkuchen too"

Dongma Hesha was stunned for a moment, seeing that she was eating the Baumkuchen with small bites in her hand, and said, "No."

"Oh."

Really relax.

This is the first time the two have communicated alone. Dongma is the type of person who doesn't talk much, and Shiro is the type who won't speak if he doesn't ask questions. Without Qianliu, he acts as 02 lubricant. After that, the two remained silent all the way. Separate to the classroom floor.

..........."Um..., it's omelette."

On the rooftop of the lunch break, Qianliu opened the bento, and when he opened the bento at noon every day, he was looking forward to it, guessing what kind of dishes were inside, just like drawing cards in a game.

In addition to... omelette, there is also a side salad made with sliced ​​pickled olives mixed with lettuce, and a new salad dressing and tomato sauce made simply with vinegar, pepper and olive oil.

"By the way, there won't be eggshells in it today, right?"

Suddenly thinking of something, Qianliu said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Hina, who was leaning on his shoulder, immediately.

Blinking in confusion, then recalling the noon a few days ago, he blushed slightly and said, "I hate it.

, you're still there: hold a grudge against my omelet."

"Hahaha, I really can't forget that... omelet."