The king of training starting from Sakurasou

I can imagine how embarrassed Hesha was at that time.

"A mother shouldn't like the same man as her daughter."

"Then it bothers me."

"Ah, I'm the one who's troubled, right?"

Yaozi rolled her eyes at him: "When Hesha successfully graduates, I will be ready to take off all the burdens and live in peace and harmony in my old age."

"Is this what you should say at your age?"

"Otherwise, oh right."

Yaozi suddenly remembered something and brought up the old matter again: "Besides, I can also give you an illegitimate child, so being in your thirties shouldn't be considered dangerous."

"That generation is too chaotic. Hesha will collapse."

"How about each one's own affairs"

Yaozi had a bad idea.

Qianliu rubbed his eyebrows, you can really imagine it.

"it's a pity."

Yaozi, who was full of bad taste not only towards others but also towards himself, smacked his lips with regret.

Chapter 367 It’s obviously winter

Just drinking and chatting like this, it was ten o'clock in the evening before I knew it.

The bustling streets of Shinjuku don't look like they are resting at all. The areas around the large foreign-owned hotels are colorfully decorated with colorful lights, and the office buildings in the distance also emit bright lights.

"It's almost time to get into the evening show."

After drinking the last remaining draft beer, Qianliu felt slightly tipsy.

A little hazy feeling, but it does not affect calm thinking.

"Then let's go, there happens to be a nice hotel over there."

Yaozi was very straightforward, leaning against Qianliu's side while holding her Kasumi-colored cheeks, paid the bill and walked out of the izakaya intimately.

............January 28, sunny.

With the weather about to enter February, the temperature has gradually increased, although it is not much, it is quite pleasant.

Today is a holiday, and Sakurasou has a tradition of doing a general cleaning at the end of every month. Of course, it is also cleaned on a regular basis, but not so thoroughly.

Therefore, everyone in Sakurasou got up noisily early in the morning.

Opening the window, he was suddenly hit by the cold air outside. Even Qianliu felt a little cold. In order to let the air circulate, he went to each room and opened all the windows one by one.

If the heating is turned on for a long time, the room will be stuffy and make people feel difficult to breathe. After all, the doors and windows are closed and there is no air circulation.

"Okay, I have to clean the room, please go down first."

After arriving at Mashiro's room on the second floor, he opened the last window and said to the girl behind him without looking back.

In the center of the room, a young girl, Mashiro Shiina, was sitting lightly on a cushion and reading a girl's manga seriously with a nonchalant expression on her face. She stared at the manga and called his name.

"Qianliu."

"what"

"Very cold."

The girl slowly shrank her body.

"Because the window is open."

"But it's obviously winter now"

"Because I have to clean! I'm letting the air circulate! Do you understand?"

Qianliu responded wordlessly.

The girl on the repeater continued to question: "But it is clearly winter now."

"Cleaning doesn't depend on the season. If it's cold, just go downstairs and hide under the kotatsu with Kobato and the others."

"Will Qianliu come too?"

Mashiro finally raised his head and looked over.

"I want to clean up your mess."

"Then I won't go down."

Mashiro, who once again focused on comics, simply ignored his suggestion.

Although it would hinder cleaning a little, Qianliu decided to treat her as part of the room.

First, tidy up the messy floor. Textbooks belong to textbooks, and handouts belong to handouts. Organize them into bundles in this way.

Magazines are divided into those that need to be used and those that need to be discarded. Shopping street leaflets from unknown sources are crumpled and thrown into the trash can. Special sale information from a few months ago is no longer needed.

From the pile of old video game magazines, I dropped out the final exam paper for the first semester, math, with a score of sixty-seven points, an average score of neither good nor bad, and I crumpled it and threw it into the trash can.

The boxes of video game software are placed upright next to the computer. Check the contents. Many of the boxes contain software for other games. It took a lot of time to replace the contents correctly.

Even so, about thirty minutes later, the floor was already tidied up.

"Qianliu."

"Um"

When his name was called, he turned around and saw Mashiro, who called him, holding something like a piece of paper in his hand, "What is this?"

Mashiro handed it over and explained: "Ayano gave it to me. I asked if I would agree to animate it. If I agree, I will contact the person above."

"Oh, has anyone contacted me about animation so soon?"

Qianliu took the business card and roughly looked at the information on it.

It seems pretty good. It is an animation company that specializes in daily work. It doesn't have a particularly reputable name, but its capabilities in this aspect of daily life are second to none.

"Promise, this company's capabilities are pretty good."