The king of training starting from Sakurasou

Nayuta took out his cell phone and Kasumigaoka and sent an email. When he pressed reply, another message was suddenly inserted.

"Qianliu, are you asleep?"

It came from Mashiro.

He clicked: to finish replying to Kasumigaoka's email, and then replied to Mashiro: "I'm awake, I usually go to bed after eleven o'clock, you should know better."

The two of them slept in the same room for so long, she should...oh no, Mashiro usually doesn't keep track of time.

After sending the email, I didn't get a reply immediately, because Mashiro wasn't used to operating it yet, so there was nothing I could do about it.

"oh."

The reply that came after two minutes of waiting was short.

He immediately.

He texted me again: "What's wrong? Go back to the house quickly after taking a shower."

The wait may be as long this time as before, that's probably the case.

"I haven't finished washing yet."

As he expected, about two minutes later, this response came from 29.

Well, you were playing with your phone in the bath. Qianliu didn't believe her lies at all.

"Qianliu."

"Um"

This time, he waited for three minutes. Just when he thought it would not come again, the text message came again.

Qianliu opened the text message with his usual gesture.

"I want to see you."

This is what the text message from Mashiro said.

"If you want to see her, just come in. My door won't be locked."

Less than three seconds after sending it, Qianliu heard the sound of the door being opened.

I saw Mashiro standing at the door holding her mobile phone with both hands tightly. In the dim corridor, only the light of the mobile phone screen illuminated her.

He looks weak and uneasy like a lost child.

Then, Mashiro raised her head. Wearing only a shirt, she walked over, held the phone to her chest, lowered her head, and placed her forehead lightly on the shoulder of Chiliu who was sitting up.

Mashiro's unsurprising movements allowed him to touch the girl's long hair very naturally.

"My hair is dry, and you lied to me that I was taking a shower."

Qianliu pinched her cheek.

Mashiro raised his face and nodded: "I washed it half an hour ago."

"Then why don't you come in?"

Mashiro didn't answer, instead climbed up on the bed and huddled up against him like a cat.

No comics will be drawn today.

Qianliu put his arms around her waist and sighed. Seeing the depressed look of the girl in his arms, Qianliu lowered his head and said softly: "Let's go to the airport to see Rita off in two days."

"Hey give it to Rita"

Mashiro was surprised by his words.

"Well, your father is here to take Rita back to Britain."

"Pick up Rita"

Mashiro's brain shut down for a moment, and he asked blankly: "Aren't you here to pick me up?"

"I lied to you."

Of course Qianliu knew that Rita said that on purpose in the afternoon. After all, in his memory, Mashiro's father was a very liberal father.

Although he does not want his daughter to become a cartoonist, he at least knows that the so-called artist should not be forced to become a cartoonist.

Paintings painted unwillingly are indeed unlikely to touch other people's hearts, because emotions like this are surprisingly easy to show up in paintings.

Although if someone like Shiina could draw, anyone would think that it would be better to be a painter, and her father did not deny that he was one of them.

But he only taught Mashiro painting, and the dream that he could not realize was unconsciously entrusted to his daughter and constrained her life.

I don't know when, but at a certain point, he noticed that as his daughter was growing up, he began to feel guilty in his heart.

When the children of the same generation were playing outside, Mashiro was always drawing. When other children were talking about dating boys, Mashiro was just drawing.

At that time, Mashiro's father understood that the possibility of happiness differs from person to person. For example, when he was young, he once aspired to be a painter, but failed. Even so, he did not feel that his life was unfortunate.

Maybe this is the so-called way of survival.

"real"

Mashiro stared at him with anxious eyes.

"What do you think"

Mashiro felt relieved after receiving a positive answer, so she regained her motivation to draw comics. She ran to her computer desk and used a drawing board to carefully draw her own comic strip - Miss Manager of Haruhara-so.

But recently, in addition to...this comic, she seems to have had the idea of ​​opening a new pit.

Qianliu will not give any guidance this time, letting her think and decide what to do.

Mashiro never doubted whether Qianliu was lying to her. While they were painting seriously, Qianliu and Kasumigaoka fell asleep while sending emails.

When he woke up the next day, he found that the bedside was empty. Normally at this time, Mashiro would lie beside him obediently and sleep like a peaceful cat. But today, unexpectedly, the bedside was empty.

Qianliu glanced at the room and quickly looked under the desk.

The clothes on the floor today were still the same underwear, which was so messy that it felt refreshing.

Qianliu got out of bed and walked towards the desk, shaking the shoulders of the strange animal curled up under the desk: "Mashiro, get up."

"Give it to Qianliu..."