The king of training starting from Sakurasou

"Of course, since ancient times, when there is friction between each other's justice, men and women have to show off. This is the tradition of shonen comics. I happen to like this type too, such as love and justice."

Qianliu changed the subject without changing his expression.

After all, he is widely known as the "Soldier of Love"

, "Partners of Justice"

Forget about being "matryoshka doll" just now

, Hiratsuka Shizuka nodded and agreed excitedly: "Yes, things like Gundam Gunfight, and Badge Fighter battles!"

After saying that, she laughed.

Qianliu narrowed his eyes: "Oh, although your age has nothing to do with liking hot-blooded comics, you still have to pay attention outside, Jing Kei, stop your age-inappropriate behavior, it is very indecent."

His words were like a bucket of cold water in front of his head, which calmed down Hiratsuka. He noticed a few people in the distance looking at him, and his face turned red with embarrassment, and he deliberately coughed to cover it up.

She is just a child, only her breasts look like those of an adult, but she has the mind of a little girl. She still continues to show off her nonsense: "What does it matter..."

Seeing her show off her talent, Qianliu couldn't help but smile.

Jing and Hina have different tastes, Hina is gentler and more considerate, while Jing is more heroic and bold, and the contrast between her occasional twitching and cuteness is very good.

"Okay, let's continue the topic from the beginning, why are you here?"

Qianliu took a sip of coffee and picked up "Marriage is... the tomb of love" in front of her.

This book.

I don’t know who it is from 357.

Turning over the first page is...: Marriage is the grave of life.

All married men and women praise the beauty of marriage.

Some people think that when they go home every day, someone says "Dear, I'm back."

The child is very happy, and some people think that looking at the child's sleeping face will make them think, "I must work hard tomorrow."

motivation.

But please wait.

Even if you live in your own home, you can still say "I'm back"

, if there is really no one else around, you can buy yourself a bottle of Meiji mouthwash, do gymnastics with the hippo, and sing "I'm Back"

, Furthermore, when you get home and can only see your child's sleeping face, it means that the parents are trapped in overtime hell.

Can this really be called happiness? Those people keep shouting happiness, but they have numb expressions on their faces, like programmed robots or zombies dragging people into the swamp.

So, can this really be called happiness? Think about it, shouldn’t real happiness be, well...for example, admiring a lover in an apron every morning and humming a song while being busy in the kitchen? Why? Qianliu closed the door on the idea of ​​marriage when he saw this. Although it was in his heart, how could such a thing be put in the library so openly?

Chapter 309: Need to work harder

"I...wait...what does it have to do with you?"

Seeing him casually picking up his book, looking at it for a few times and then putting it down, Hiratsuka Shizuka was about to answer, but felt that she was being too obedient to him, so she resisted.

"What a child."

Qianliu stared at her and clicked his tongue.

Compared with the age gap, the status and status of the two are more like reversed.

"What did you say!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka stood up with a keen eye. She stood with her hands crossed and looked like a guard. It would be perfect if she put on a military uniform and picked up a whip.

"It's nothing. Since I don't want to answer, how about we change the topic."

Qianliu suddenly felt that chatting with Shizuka Hiratsuka could pass the time better than reading a book.

.........Unlike Chiryu who has the leisure to flirt with the beautiful teacher, Machida Enko is very busy here.

Even though today is a day off, the editorial staff still stick to their posts.

Not to mention rest days, editors don't even have time for holidays.

For editors, the end of the year is the busiest time of the year.

Ono-kun, who is sitting next to his editor friend Kenjiro, has been on the phone with the printing company for half an hour about the postponement.

The other editors sitting behind him made calls every fifteen minutes to urge the illustrators or novelists to submit their manuscripts.

In addition, several colleagues are on the verge of "real death"

At the critical moment, he is desperately making his final death struggle.

The boss of the editorial department also had a tense face and sat in his seat to supervise the work of his subordinates, making his originally ferocious appearance look more like a vicious god.

Yuanzi is lucky. Her tasks for December are almost over, and the works waiting to be published in January have been drafted, so the work is not as busy as other colleagues who are burning their butts.

But she still had to write almost seventy letters today to contact the writers she was responsible for, as well as animation and peripheral product manufacturers.

"Well... come on.

!”

After finishing her fifth cup of coffee today, Yuanzi cheered up again.

At this moment.

"Editor Machida, this is something that the Propaganda Department needs to confirm, and it must be submitted before tomorrow."

While talking, the person who came forward was the intern who handed over the information stuffed in the envelope.

She has been hired as an intern in the editorial department since mid-October and is busy with year-end activities.

"Ah, I see..."

Yuanzi accepted the sudden increase in work with a tired look on her face.

"You look very tired, do you want me to make a cup of coffee?"

"No, I'm fine, I can't drink anymore."

Yuanzi smiled bitterly until the worried girl answered and then continued: "Thank you for coming to help today."