The king of training starting from Sakurasou

She didn't seem to like what the rabbit liked to eat, so she put it back, then took out the cucumber. After observing it carefully like the carrot, she pursed her lips and thought for a few seconds, and then bit it without warning.

I'm really convinced. Qianliu walked over and pulled her away.

Maintaining the posture of biting the cucumber, Mashiro looked back at him. The girl was not frightened at all and was eating the cucumber with big mouthfuls.

You must be hungry, right?

Mashiro continued chewing and nodded.

I understand, please stop eating! I'll get something for you later!

Mashiro answered with a swallowing sound.

...

Qianliu had nothing to say, so he had to drag Mashiro to wash her messy hair and finally tidy it up for her. He took off the clothes that were drying on the balcony and let her go back to the room to change.

However, at this time, Misaki pulled him to the TV again: Ahaha, Ren is just making breakfast. Please help me look at the samples.

She quickly put a disc into the reader and the TV screen lit up.

New work? Qianliu asked when he saw an image like the five-second countdown to the beginning of an old movie appearing on the screen.

Hmph, it was just edited last night. It is the freshest thing picked right now. Please enjoy it! Misaki seemed very confident.

After finishing speaking, the last second counted down, and the original animation produced by Misaki appeared on the TV screen.

Because it was before recording, of course there was no dubbing, so there were no voices, music or sound effects. Even so, you can still feel that the content is smooth, dynamic and very powerful.

Even integrating 2D characters into a 3D background can produce a state-of-the-art image presentation without any sense of incongruity, with both characters and backgrounds drawn delicately and discreetly.

The appropriately paced storyboards and unique composition also directly challenge the troublesome painting process that consumes a lot of calories. It really can't be seen that it was made by oneself. Of course, it is not at the level of an outsider, but above the first-tier level. quality.

Soon, I finished watching the five-minute short film.

Is this the result of what you have been busy with during this time? Qianliu nodded slightly.

Misaki looked at him expectantly: How is it? Is there anything that needs to be changed?

Qianliu pondered for a moment: One minute and fifteen seconds, three and a half minutes, four minutes and seven seconds, there is a delay in the storyboard, the lens stretching is blurry, and...

Listening to him pointing out the shortcomings, Misaki nodded excitedly: Hmm, that's it! That's great! Wow, is it there too?

Except for what Qianliu said, the two and a half minutes are obviously not very coherent. Ryunosuke, who was typing code at the dining table, also made a suggestion after reading: It should be an editing problem. I have a new internal editing that I just developed. Special software, do you want to try it?”

Please be sure to send it to me! Misaki ran to Ryunosuke's side happily.

Stay away from me! Even if he is a little nicer to the residents of Sakurasou, he is still not good at contacting women.

What does it matter?

Don't come over here!

Mitaka Jin, who was making breakfast, froze in his movements. In front of him, Misaki would never smile so happily, because with his eyes, he could not detect the flaws in the short film that only lasted one or two frames.

Although we are so close, we feel like we are in two different worlds from those behind us, with an unbreakable transparent barrier in between.

Qianliu, give me your phone.

After commenting on the short film, Qianliu was interrupted by Qianxun's voice, and the phone in his hand was also snatched away.

She didn't know what she did with it, so she quickly threw the phone back to him: Done.*

Chapter 28 As long as you are brave

what you do?

Before he could check, Mashiro came out of the stairs after changing into his student uniform: I'm hungry.

She said this very openly, as if someone had to feed her as a matter of course when she was hungry.

Didn't you just eat a cucumber? Why are you hungry again?

Qianliu put his phone in his bag and looked at her helplessly.

Breakfast is ready.

Mitaka Niji chose it well, just in time to finish baking the last piece of toast.

After breakfast, Misaki and Jin left one after the other, and Kobato also skipped to the tram station carrying a small schoolbag.

Hey, remember to bring Mashiro to school early. After saying hello, Chihiro also left.

As a result, there were only two people left in Sakurasou.

Mashiro just stared at him blankly, and at a certain moment he suddenly said: I want Qianliu to do it to me like yesterday.

After meeting her request, Qianliu led Mashiro out of Sakurasou who was inexplicably happy.

Sakurasou is only about ten minutes away from the High School Affiliated to Suimei University of Arts. Although the distance is short, it takes a long time to get there, and I often get lost while walking.

Later Qianliu simply held her hand to prevent her from getting lost.

When they arrived at school, since Mashiro was in the second-year art department, the two had to separate.

The university affiliated with the University of Arts is also commonly known as Shui Gao. In addition to general subjects, there are also music subjects and art subjects with an education policy of ten minority elites.

It has gathered top students from all over the country, and only those who stand out from the extremely ridiculous admission rate can enroll.

In other words, those who can enter the art and music departments are famous throughout the country.

Misaki, unlike Mashiro, is a third-year student in the art department. According to her introduction to the location of the classroom in the morning, Mashiro was like a pet separated from its owner, turning back three times until he disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Really worried about Mashiro being alone, Qianliu sighed and followed her. He didn't return to his third-grade general class until he was sure that the girl had entered the second-grade art classroom.

When I arrived at the classroom, I sat down in the last row in the corner, opened my laptop, and started typing up my new work as if no one else was watching.

You really do your own thing. Mitaka Jin in front of him smiled bitterly.

Qianliu kept his eyes straight: Because essentially, Ryunosuke and I are the same type of people.

The same kind of people. Mitaka Jin sighed and fell silent.

If you don't talk about me, how about you and Misaki? Qianliu paused for a moment and crossed his hands to support his chin and stared at him.

It's still the same, you know, I'm not good enough for her.

Qianliu knew what Ren meant.