The king of training starting from Sakurasou

Chapter 285

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Rita."

Several people greeted each other, but everyone came down early and sat at the dining table, eating bread in silence.

It was also her first time to finish eating. After finishing her meal, she sat on the sofa, seemingly at odds with Rita, who was sitting at the same table.

It was originally a very rude behavior, but everyone who knew her relationship with Rita pretended not to see it, and Rita herself probably expected it.

Qianliu had no appetite, so he took care of his stomach and took Mashiro to school first.

The pattern of his going to school is unpredictable. He may go because he is in a good mood or because he is bored.

Perhaps because he was about to graduate soon and end his school days, Qianliu spent a rare whole day at school today, although he was in a state of absent-mindedness most of the time, otherwise he was typing on the keyboard.

After school, I went to the art classroom to pick up Mashiro, who was about to get lost.

Obviously there was still a slight feeling of reluctance in the morning, but unfortunately his patience was exhausted throughout the day, as if the road to graduation was infinitely far away.

Qianliu came to the art classroom and peeked inside from the door. There was no one inside. It was empty. Maybe he hadn't returned from his afternoon internship class.

He took Mashiro's schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

The sun sets outside the window, the sky in the west is slightly tinged with red, and the air seems to become lighter in autumn.

Qianliu passed by a group of people in sportswear in front of the stairs.

Because I found my classmates who I met last year among them, I learned that they were on the track and field team. After the third graders retired, the number of people was much smaller.

The second-year students who gave instructions to their juniors still had stiff expressions and seemed unreliable. However, the strong mood and sense of responsibility that they wanted to strengthen the club they took over from the third-year students could be clearly seen from their profiles. Feel it.

There is still half a year until the third graders graduate. They continue to engage in club activities. They have experienced separation first because the third graders have retired. Judging from their expressions, they have probably accepted it.

After Qianliu couldn't see the track and field team, he walked to the art classroom again.

The art classroom is located in another building at the end of the long corridor. The first floor is the social office, the second floor is the music practice classroom, and the third floor is the art classroom for art students. .

He climbed up to the third floor, and the unique smell of paint hit his nostrils. He could feel the smell of someone in the classroom in front of him. He stood in front of the open door, looking for Mashiro's figure.

There are a few students in the classroom that I have met before, so it can’t be wrong to be in Mashiro’s class.

The class has ended, the teacher has left, and the few remaining students are just chatting away while packing up their supplies.

Everyone relaxes their nerves and spends leisurely time.

Among them, only the colors around Mashiro were completely different. She set up an easel in the corner of the high-ceiling classroom in 987 without tables and chairs, and spread her paintbrush on the canvas.

The classmates were chatting enthusiastically about the animation website they saw yesterday, and happily talked about stopping by the shopping street on the way home.

She didn't hear these sounds at all, which made people feel like there was an invisible wall covering her body thickly. She was afraid that all she could see now was the canvas.

The students who had tidied up left the classroom one after another. Among them were some students who wanted to call Mashiro back, some students who deliberately did not look at her, and some students who looked unwilling to give up after taking a glance.

What everyone has in common is that they didn't talk to Mashiro.

About five minutes after Qianliu arrived, Mashiro was the only one left in the classroom. Mashiro didn't notice or realize it.

To her, what others are doing is completely insignificant. The same is true when she draws comics. When she concentrates, she will completely cut off contact with the outside world.

Fortunately, Qianliu was used to it, when he stepped into the classroom and was about to call her.

As if there was a connection between them, Mashiro, who had not finished the painting yet, turned around and looked at him.

"Go home."

"Um."

Mashiro nodded: "Wait for me, there is still a little bit left to finish."

Chapter 250 I think of happy things

He stared at Mashiro and touched the sweat, but his face was stained with paint, like a little cat, but he didn't notice it at all.

Qianliu found it interesting and watched it for a while... then the pleasant sound of piano came from upstairs.

Dongma immediately recognized who the performer was from the familiar sound of the piano.

It's just that...compared to the sound of the piano before, there is now a hint of confusion and sadness that I don't even understand.

After looking at Mashiro for a while, he was ready to go upstairs to see Touma.

After going upstairs, I saw the door of the music room was ajar, so I pushed the door open and entered without stopping.

The familiar back figure is sitting in front of the piano playing, and the calves covered in black socks are shaking slightly rhythmically.

I don’t know if it’s because of the angle, but under the black hair, the student’s pure white shirt seems to be translucent, and his jacket is taken off and placed on the edge of the piano cover.

Qianliu didn't make a sound, listening to the girl's music.

Talking about the end of the song, Touma, who was originally immersed in the music, opened his eyes and saw Qianliu behind him with the help of the reflection of the window glass.

For some reason, the moment she saw him, Touma's originally rather gloomy mood improved a lot.

"How did you come"

The song ended without waiting: Qianliu opened his mouth, and Touma asked first and started playing the next song.

"Take Mashiro, I heard the piano and knew it was you, so I came to take a look."

He sat down on his own and Qianliu said, "What about you, you still haven't gone back after school."

The corner of Dongma's mouth curved in a place where he couldn't see it: "I'm the only one at home, and it doesn't matter whether I go back or not."

"Yes, but Yaozi will be back soon."

"next month."

Dongma replied nonchalantly: "Only for three days."

"She is really busy."

Qianli sighed.

"Mom said you won't be busy after a few years."