The king of training starting from Sakurasou

Mashiro was dumbfounded and didn't know what he was thinking. Ryunosuke was not disturbed at all and quickly finished chewing the tomato in his hand. At the same time, he typed on the keyboard with one hand and pressed the keys.

It's time for me to set off.

Ryunosuke closed his laptop and stuffed it into his bag, then nodded to Qianliu.

Turns out Rita hates it.

I......

At this time, Mashiro muttered to himself as if talking in his sleep: I don't even know.

Misaki winked at Qianliu, unable to think of any words of comfort.

I can't understand what Rita said.

Mashiro suddenly raised his head and looked at Qianliu with pitiful eyes that were weak and seeking security: Qianliu, what should I do?

You don't have to do anything. Rita is just having trouble with you. It will be fine after you sleep.

Qianliu lifted her bangs aside.

Really

Mashiro was like a little animal grasping at straws, staring at him with hopeful eyes.

do not trust me

I believe in Qianliu.

Mashiro nodded vigorously.

Misaki Uh

He made a sound, the one just now... doesn't look like a simple quarrel, but... since Qianliu said that, it means that he must have a solution.

Therefore, you don’t have to worry about it, just leave everything to him.

Mashiro felt a little relieved after receiving Qianliu's assurance, although there was still some haze in his heart.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Mashiro and Misaki finally turned their gaze away from Rita's closed bedroom door and left Sakurasou at the same time.

Sakurasou, which was bustling just a few minutes ago, suddenly fell silent. Qianliu put the dishes in the sink and stretched himself.

Thinking of going to visit Miss Zizi at the Zi Mansion tomorrow, he went back to the bedroom to find the clothes he needed to change. Although he didn't need to be particularly solemn, he couldn't care less.

After all, it is a formal visit, and etiquette must not be left behind.

Arriving at the door of his bedroom, Qianliu tried to turn the handle: Isn't it locked...

The arc of the handle turning 97 told him that he was right.

There was an inaudible creaking sound, and Qianliu opened the door halfway and looked at the scene inside.

His eyes first glanced inward from the door, passing over the desk, bookshelf, various handicrafts, and the bed, and finally focused on the window.

Rita was seen hiding in the corner with her hands on her knees, her back facing him, looking particularly lonely.

Qianliu didn't approach her and went directly to the closet where the clothes were stored. He thought the reason why she was like this was... she didn't want others to see her expression.

Think about it for a moment, if you were yourself, you wouldn't want others to see your ugly side...

“Are you acting like you’re in a situation where you’re ostracized?”

Opening the closet, Qianliu looked for suitable clothes while joking at Rita.

Rita didn't respond, and her back didn't move.

After a long time, she said in a low voice: I looked ugly just now.

It's ugly. I can only think that you are showing off your angry but still beautiful appearance.

“I don’t want to play wisecracks with you right now,,,.

,,,,.

,.

Rita said muffledly.

Yeah.

Qianliu sighed. This way of quarreling between little girls was so childish that he had to think about how to speak.

Chapter 260: It’s not good to take advantage of others’ danger

Then I will tell the truth.

Qianliu picked out a light blue suit with some English letters on it, shook his head and threw it away. He continued to choose and said in a flashback: I remember Mashiro when he first came to Sakurasou. He decided everything by himself and didn't care about his surroundings at all. With his eyes, voices, and opinions, a person walks alone towards the road with no path ahead.”

At that time, Mashiro gave people the impression that she was alone in the world...and lonely. The same was true for her classmates in the art department. Although they cared about Mashiro, they all kept a distance.

After pausing for a moment, Qianliu looked at another dark red shirt in his hand. He found that it was one size smaller, so he had to throw it away again: But... you can make Mashiro close, whether it is your words, your heart , or existence, after all, just being with Mashiro for ten years is amazing.

After taking care of a girl who knew nothing but painting for ten years, there is no doubt that the relationship between the two is unbreakable.

Even if you exaggerate, I won't feel happy.

Rita rolled her eyes and snorted again when she realized he couldn't see.

Ordinary people will run away in the middle. They will want to avert their eyes and not see things they don't want to see. Even if they know they have to face it, they still want to protect themselves because they don't want to be traumatized. Although they know deep down that there are some The thing is... you have to... face the hate.

Things can only be obtained, but it is not so easy to do.”

Qianliu smiled and slowly analyzed human nature.

Even good friends can't help but be jealous of each other deep down, and will resist behaviors that cause harm to themselves, whether physically or psychologically.

But in addition to being secretly jealous, Rita pinned her hopes on Mashiro and wished her greater achievements, but now she is off the track.

An inappropriate analogy.

It's like if you can definitely get admitted to Qingbei University and even get a recommendation, but if you insist on playing games and become a professional player, it would be weird if your normal parents don't hang you up and beat you up.

Or maybe the daughter who has worked hard to raise her to adulthood is not chosen by the rich and handsome man she likes, but finds an ordinary member of the society.

It's a bit exaggerated, but in reality the difference between the two is not that big.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that Rita is Mashiro’s mother. She washes clothes, cleans, cooks, and teaches all kinds of common sense...everything except...painting. She took care of everything for ten years.