The king of training starting from Sakurasou

Taking a closer look, the protagonists of many popular light novels appear to have worked their way up from the bottom, but in fact they usually have some serious hidden identity, just like the imperial decree.

Such works are also in line with the ambivalent psychology of readers and book lovers. They want to conquer others but also want to be superior to others.

Therefore, Qianliu often has the illusion that he has become an idol, mainly because of his good appearance and height of 1.8 meters. In the case of generally short heights in District 11, he seems to stand out from the crowd.

It’s half past three in the afternoon!

After finishing the course, Qianliu made a good-luck gesture to Mitaka Jin, who was staying on duty today, and left decisively with his laptop.

Club activities have nothing to do with him.

After leaving the classroom and looking out the window, Qianliu found Mashiro already standing at the school gate, a lonely person who seemed to be waiting for him.

The students passing by all marveled at when the school had such a beautiful girl.

Wearing a school uniform, a short skirt and white socks, she seemed to be in a different world from everyone else. It seemed that anyone who came close to her would subconsciously stay away, and even their voices would be lowered.

The boy who finally plucked up the courage to strike up a conversation was defeated by Mashiro's ethereal orange eyes.

Takano, you are so naughty! Hahaha!

Wu... Wulu Sane! If you have the ability, go ahead! The result will not be the same!

The boy who was teased by his companion responded angrily.

Me? Let's forget it. That kind of girl is not something we can get in touch with.

After the quarrel, the two hooked up and left.

Hey, Kanda, is that a student from our school? What a beautiful girl! I've never seen her before!

After changing shoes with Nanami Aoyama, Kanda Sorata followed her gaze.

At the school gate, the conspicuous blonde beauty remained indifferent to everyone's attention, as if she was not aware of other people's gazes at all. At the first sight, Kanda Sorata couldn't help but feel a throbbing feeling in his heart.

Let's go over and ask. The enthusiastic Aoyama Nanami ran over first, ignoring Mashiro's aura of keeping strangers away from him and said: Hello, what are you doing here?

Mashiro looked at Nanami steadily and said after a while: Waiting for someone.

Waiting for someone? How about we accompany you? Nanami suggested.

She was really worried when she saw such a weak girl, or maybe her good-natured nature was too strong.

Mashiro neither agreed nor refused, still looking ahead.

This... Nanami glanced at Kanda and saw that he seemed to want to say something.

However, at this time, Mashiro's eyes suddenly lit up because a familiar person appeared in his field of vision.

Let's go, Mashiro, back to Sakurasou. Qianliu came out of the teaching building and touched Mashiro's head.

Ever since the first time, he had liked this kind of action, like soothing a cat.

Yeah. Mashiro took the initiative to hold his hand.

When Daqianliu appeared, she never looked at the two of them again.

Goodbye, two classmates.

After saying goodbye to Kanda Sorata and Aoyama Nanami, Qianliu took Mashiro away and asked her how her day was at school today.

Hey, Kanda, come to your senses. Nanami curled her lips: Although other girls are very beautiful, it is rude to keep staring like this.

Ah! Sorry, I just... Kanda wanted to explain.

It turns out there are such beautiful girls in the school, but... Sakurasou, do they actually live in a place full of weirdos? *

Chapter 34 Please do me a favor

On the way back to Sakurasou, Chiru listened to Mashiro talk about what happened in the classroom all day.

Genius is the same everywhere. When she was a child, Mashiro was painting in her grandfather's studio in England with a group of outstanding peers. However, everyone else quit and was eclipsed by her shining talent, including Rita who persisted until the end. She was left alone.

It was the same when she came to the High School Affiliated to Suimei University of the Arts. Her painting and art class classmates were in completely different realms, and the other students subconsciously rejected her.

There is only one girl who is willing to contact me, and it is the same as when I was in the UK.

Mashiro is used to such an environment, and because he is not good at talking, he has no need to communicate with other people.

Geniuses are among geniuses. There is no need to force yourself to blend in with ordinary people. It's good to be able to do it, and it doesn't matter if you don't want to do it.

In his opinion, doing something deliberately is not necessarily a good thing.

Qianliu, I don't want to go back just yet. Mashiro suddenly said when he walked to the children's park that was covered with sand and only had tires.

Huh? Qianliu stopped and looked down at the girl who was nearly twenty centimeters shorter than him: Where do you want to go?

I don't know. After finishing speaking, Mashiro added: If possible, I would like to go to a place where I can collect manga background information.

That's it. Qianliu had an idea: Then leave the rest of the time to me.

Please take good care of my body. Mashiro said as always, saying words that he didn't understand the ambiguity at all.

Later, Qianliu took her to the destination and started wandering around the city.

Shopping malls, ocean parks, large shopping malls...

Rather than gathering background information, it would be better to explain it as a date.

How about this one?

When they came to the shopping mall, Qianliu suddenly thought of buying a set of clothes for Mashiro.

After taking the clothes, Mashiro went to the changing room obediently. She seemed not to know how to refuse.

When Mashiro came out again, Qianliu admired from the bottom of his heart: It's very beautiful.

She changed into a cream-colored sweater with a simple design, and her lower body was a denim skirt and ankle-length underpants. It didn't look like she was wearing a uniform, but the whiteness she felt now was completely different.

The shop assistant was probably also shocked and speechless.

I'm inspired. Noticing his admiring gaze, Mashiro suddenly took out his sketchbook from his backpack and started drawing in the store.

Eh, this? The clerk looked at her confused.

Just this one, just help me wrap up the uniform I changed into. Qianliu smiled slightly and went to the counter to pay.

Okay... okay. I have never met such a weirdo as Mashiro. Although the clerk felt strange, she settled the bill properly.