The king of training starting from Sakurasou

Convenient, fast, self-sufficient, how great.

After teasing to himself, Qianliu finally walked around the supermarket near Sakurasou and returned with large and small bags. Not only the ingredients, but Kobato's snacks and tomato juice were also listed.

Back at Sakurasou, Kojito jumped out to greet him after finishing his homework. At the moment he saw him, he covered half of his face with his hands and said: Kukuku, my half body, are these all tributes to me? ?”

After seeing her obediently come over to help carry the things after posing, Qianliu handed her the bag of snacks and took the time to say: Tomorrow, Kotori Yurikka-san and her sister will come to play, so I made a big purchase.

Kojiu was obviously so surprised that he even forgot to pose next: What? The True Eye of the Evil King is coming? No...impossible! How did she find my castle through the secret realm? I should have placed a barrier nearby. right.

Oh, I met Sister Xiaotiaoyu outside at noon and had a chat. She was very grateful to you for taking care of Rikka. She wanted to come and visit, so I told her the address. Qianliu said, putting on his slippers and entering the living room, putting the meat Store in refrigerator.

So that's it, Kukuku, a mere familiar cannot recognize the lies of the Holy Adjuster. After finishing speaking, Kojiu showed a solemn expression: Finally, the day of fate has arrived. Since the Evil King's True Eye has found my base camp, As the true ancestor of the Night Clan, I must be prepared to be invaded.

Downgraded from half-body to familiar again, Qianliu knocked on his sister who had been thinking about something all day long.

Aren't you friends? Why don't you tell each other your addresses. He was a little curious.

He was covering his head and pouting like he was having trouble, but when he mentioned this Xiaojiu, he immediately looked mysterious and mysterious: Kukuku, on the surface, I and the Evil King's True Eye are close friends, but in fact we are destined to live and die. enemy!

What kind of hidden setting is this?

Before he could ask again, Xiaojiu suddenly jumped up and down and ran back to the second floor.

In my sister's words, it was probably to prepare for countermeasures in order to deal with the invasion of the Evil King's True Eye.

Ignoring her, after putting the ingredients away, Qianliu began to check the homework that Kobato had placed on the dining table.

If you are perfunctory and make too many mistakes, I will let you know what countermeasures are.

Fortunately, Kobato completed the work very seriously and made only a few mistakes, which deserves recognition.

Well, he doesn't expect anything from a scumbag sister. The important thing is to have a correct attitude. Anyway, he can raise her as beautiful and happy as a princess, even for a lifetime.

Afterwards, Qianliu returned to the room and planned to lie down. Unexpectedly, he opened the door and saw Shiina Mashiro squatting barefoot on his private massage chair and drawing.

His expression was very focused, and he didn't react even when Qianliu came close. He didn't seem to notice that there was an extra person in the room at all.

Could her brain automatically filter out anything other than drawing? This is too smart.

Qianliu looked at the first picture she drew. Needless to say, the artistry was superb, at least he couldn't see any flaws, but the plot... was hard to describe.

For Mashiro, the story only has a beginning and an end, a process? What it is?

Ma Shiro? Ma Shiro!

Forcibly interrupting her to continue drawing, Qianliu watched as she raised her blank eyes to look at him.

If you continue painting like this, there will be no results. He pointed out the problem bluntly.

Therefore, Qianliu decided that it was more important to teach her other things before teaching her how to draw comics.

A work must have emotions, not just empty and boring rhetoric, to be considered a good work.

The same is true for comics. Mashiro still doesn't understand this truth. *

Chapter 18 Are you telling a joke?

How long have you been painting? Qianliu asked casually as he collected her paintings one by one.

Qianliu will go out at noon.

Then what?

Until now.

Okay, so that means he's been drawing since he left home?

How about taking a rest for a while, do you want to eat something? Qianliu suggested.

He simply couldn't imagine Mashiro painting all the time. After all, he was a lazy cancer patient.

I'm not hungry. After Mashiro said this, a cute gurgling sound came from her belly.

Your stomach seems to be saying it's hungry.

Wait a minute, let me talk to it first.

No need to have such a meaningless conversation, here, you should like to eat Baumkuchen.

He took out the Baumkuchen from his pocket. This was Qianliu's sudden idea to buy snacks for Kobato.

Seeing the cake, Mashiro showed a different expression for the first time since just now.

After taking the cake, she showed no intention of tearing open the packaging bag and was about to stuff it into her mouth.

Before biting it, Qianliu grabbed it and tore the bag open for her, almost forgetting that Mashiro didn't have any common sense in this area.

Holding the Baumkuchen in her mouth, Mashiro slowly ate it layer by layer like peeling an onion. Seeing the relish on her face, Chiliu just watched her.

Want to eat? With a cute expression on her face, she tore off a piece and asked Qianliu to open her mouth and eat it.

No.

“It’s delicious.”

Perhaps to make him understand the charm of Baumkuchen, Mashiro forced a small piece into Senryu's mouth.

The tip of her tongue accidentally touched Mashiro's fingers. Qianliu watched as she retracted her hand and continued to tear the cake into her mouth.

Shaking her head, Qianliu exited the room and returned to the living room, letting her enjoy the few happy moments alone.

After taking a look at the duty list on the front of the refrigerator door, colorful magnets were posted everywhere. Qianliu stepped forward and removed the magnets covering his name, only to realize that he was the one in charge of cooking dinner today.

Since I spent a lot of time at Kasumigaoka Shiu's place in the afternoon, it was almost six o'clock now. It was time to prepare the food, and the others were coming back soon.

Putting on the kitchen apron, Qianliu took out his tablet, clicked on the recipe website, and started preparing meals.

In his mind, those who came back today should be very late. Many writing skills and methods have not been taught to Kasumigaoka, but the guy was sick and had no choice but to come back early.

Now that it's his turn, let's just make fried tuna, fried shrimp, spinach and ham salad, and soy sauce-flavored fried carrots today. The dishes he cooks usually depend on what he cooked last night.

Mashiro also likes to eat these things. I don’t know why, but Mashiro doesn’t seem to reject all fried things.

It is estimated that all kinds of tempura can be accepted, and everything can be tempura, so the correct answer is that she does not reject everything.

Although there is something wrong with it, it makes sense logically.

However, Mashiro is actually very picky about food.