The king of training starting from Sakurasou

Qianliu's slightly widened eyes reflected Qianliu's serious expression, and Kazusa couldn't tell whether he was joking or telling the truth.

"Okay, as long as it's from you, it's fine."

"oh."

In an empty classroom with no outsiders, Hesha lost herself a little when faced with her lover's love words.

The space without dialogue gradually fell into silence, and only the sound of breathing remained: it continued. I don’t know when it started, and the snow that had stopped began to fall again.

Tokyo, covered in silver, has a unique flavor, less of the bustle and bustle, and more of the tranquility of an empty valley.

After arranging the bow on Kazuya's neckline and watching her flee the classroom like a frightened deer, Qianliu smiled slightly, and her fingertips seemed to still have warmth and softness.

Wiping off a trace of dark color on the cover of the piano, he thought that he would find an opportunity to eat Hesha completely. As for Yaozi, they had already shown their cards last time.

She didn't care whether her daughter would share the same man with her. The most difficult thing was for Hesha to accept Yaozi's relationship with him.

Find an opportunity to test it out. If it doesn't work, you'll have to hide the relationship. Anyway... Yaozi doesn't care about false fame.

Feilu reminds you: collect three things about reading,

Chapter 366: How about each discussion?

After considering the gains and losses, Qianliu sat back at the piano and passed the time by playing the piano on a snowy day.

This state lasted until after school. Since Mashiro was left on duty, he had to wait for the girl's duty to end before taking Mashiro back to Sakurasou.

The time has come to around five o'clock. Winter evenings always come earlier, and the sky gets dark quickly.

The snow that lasted from noon to evening has stopped, and stars appear in the sky, accompanied by the bright moon.

Although it lasted for such a long time, the light snow did not accumulate deeply, but traces of snow could be seen on the grass and fences.

I heard that snow can absorb sound. Even though Chiryu didn't think that such a small amount of snow would absorb sound, when he and Mashiro were walking on the road, they could only hear each other's breathing, and their footsteps were covered by the soft snow.

The thin layer of silver-white snow reflects the light of the moonlight and street lamps. Considering the current time, the surrounding area is quite bright. If the street lamps still use the silver-white fluorescent lamps of the past, the tone must be even colder.

However, the white snow reflects the orange light and even looks a little warm. However, once touched slightly, the snow will still melt and disappear.

The lack of realism in the warm light allowed Qianliu to understand that the snow falling under the starlight was not an illusion.

This light tells the fact that it has snowed and the proof of the existence of this day. It also tells us that these... proofs will be lost after a slight temperature difference and time.

If you touch it for fun, it will disappear. If you slap it for fun, it will dissipate. But even if you pretend to turn a blind eye and ignore it, it will gradually disappear.

In a sense, life is the same.

While thinking wildly, Qianliu suddenly received a text message from Yaozi.

"I'm leaving tomorrow and staying abroad for a while. If you have time, come out and have a drink with me."

Naturally, he would not pretend not to have seen Yaozi's email. After sending Mashiro back to Sakurasou, Qianliu set off again to the address of the izakaya that Yaozi sent.

The location was in Shinjuku. I arrived before 6:30. Qianliu took a look at the shop. It was an izakaya that prided itself on selling chicken wings. The shop was almost full of guests and was very lively.

In the corner of the bar, there was a beautiful lady's face that was carefully dressed up. It was Touma Yaozi who had just arrived. When she saw Qianliu at the door, she showed a charming smile and waved.

"This way, Qianliu."

Following her direction, Qianliu found that there were people around Yaozi who were ready to make a move, but due to her strong aura, not many people dared to talk to her. Even if there was an occasional brave man, he was defeated by Yu Jie's indifferent methods.

"Why do you think that in such an ordinary residence, you should prefer an exquisite Italian restaurant?"

After asking the bartender to give him a draft beer, Qianliu looked at it and put on a light eyeliner.

"Well, it's fun to experience ordinary life properly.

Yaozi blinked.

"It really sounds like something someone from the upper echelon would say."

Yaozi held his chin with one hand, his figure reflected in his bright eyes: "Do you want to exclude yourself from the ranks of capitalists?"

"I am a capitalist"

"Sa, otherwise."

After drinking the remaining half cup of draft beer in one gulp, Yaozi couldn't help but smacked his lips: "Tsk, it seems good to be a little bold like this occasionally. Mr. clerk, please have another glass."

"Well..., indeed, it is completely different from the charm you show when you sip red wine."

Qianliu touched his chin to compare.

Drinking red wine, Yaozi is noble, elegant, full of education and charm accumulated over time.

Today, she shows the same chicness, cheerfulness, and a bit of mature charm as her daughter.

"What am I like now?"

Curious Yaozi took a bite of the meatball skewers and asked, and the next moment: "Wow, this is delicious, and it also has perilla added."

"You now...well, how should I put it, are particularly attracted to me."

After considering his lines, Qianliu couldn't express a particularly suitable feeling in the end.

Yaozi smiled evilly and said, "Ah ha, you really want to book a room with me."

"Do not deny."

"Hmm, it's better to put it at the finale of the evening show."

"That's right."

While chatting and singing, one glass of draft beer was served to the other. The young clerk was very happy. I guess the business is booming and his salary will be increased.

"Hey...!!!, you know Hesha asked me yesterday what gift you like."

The water droplets on her fingertips were drawing something unknown on the table, and Yaozi tilted his head with a smile on his face.

"how do you say"

Qianliu's expression remained unchanged, but at the same time he felt enlightened in his heart.

It turned out that I didn't plan to ask him at the beginning. I guess I didn't get the answer from my mother, so I suddenly asked that question in the music classroom this morning.

"Of course I tell her that the best gift is to tie myself up with a red ribbon, put it in a gift box and send it out."

"Is this what a mother should suggest?"