The king of training starting from Sakurasou

Qian Luming woke up and went straight back to the room, while Kasumigaoka who followed behind was as restrained as a girl who just arrived at her boyfriend's house to meet her family for the first time.

Well, excuse me. Entering Qianliu's room, Kasumigaoka instinctively looked around.

The arrangement is neater and cleaner than expected. There are many otaku-type items in the room, such as figurines, hanging paintings, etc., especially the figurines, which are placed in a large transparent cabinet. Most of them are from the type moon. Role.

Qianliu-kun, do you like these too?

Seeing that Kasumigaoka's attention was focused on the figure area, Qianliu shook his head: Most of them are souvenirs given to me by manufacturers, and there are so many of them before I know it.

I see. Sitting on Qianliu's bed, Kasumigaoka crossed her legs and couldn't help but move her eyes.

The half-eaten fruit plate was still on the table, and there were a lot of papers related to the original manuscript next to it. The paper was held down by a pile of incomprehensible books. The computer next to it was on, and the editing software interface was displayed on the screen.

Want to try some fruit? Let me get you a glass of water. Passing the fruit plate over, Qianliu stood up and came to the living room again.

Thank you. He pursed his lips and took the fruit plate. Kasumigaoka watched him go out and close the door, then lay down on the bed the next second.

Then she buried her head in the pillow like an idiot, breathing in Qianliu's breath, and then wrapped the quilt around her body, as if her whole body was being hugged.

When Qianliu came to the living room, the eyes of the three women kept following him. Qianxun also said, Remember to lower the sound later and don't make any squeaking noises.

Too lazy to refute, you can think whatever you want.

After getting the water and returning to the room, Qianliu found Kasumigaoka sitting on the edge of the bed with a slightly red face and a slightly messy quilt.

Not understanding what she had done, Qianliu handed her the water glass.

Thank you. As if to hide something, she picked up the cantaloupe in the fruit bowl and took a small bite: Well, it tastes like the bourgeoisie.

Qianliu smiled: I can be considered middle class at best. Tell me what problems I encountered.

Another question about the heroine Ma Yui. Kasumigaoka simply took out the third volume of the plot that was specially printed out to cover the lie from his backpack: I feel that the character's personality does not match the plot conflict, and the writing is a bit jerky. I want to start from You’ve got some advice here.”

Taking the draft, Qianliu put down the programming book and started browsing. He read quickly. Sayuka and the male protagonist Naoto were portrayed perfectly. There was basically no fault in the interaction, lines, and plot between the two.

However, when it was the turn of Shinwei and the male protagonist Naoto, I always felt that the author was absent-minded, as if he did not portray Shinwei seriously, because this volume is Shinwei's home field.

Qianliu knows that Kasumigaoka is substituting his own personality into Sayuka. This is what new authors usually do, making it easier to write.

And Naoto, to be honest, after the characterization in the first volume, the second volume and now the third volume, if he can't detect the faint traces of Kasumigaoka substituting him, it would be too slow.

In fact, after reading the second volume, I can feel the general character design of Zhenwei, and Qianliu also provided some suggestions.

Character words and deeds, characteristic lines, interests, favorite foods, favorite colors, including birthday, blood type and measurements, the personal information required to set the character is very complete.

It stands to reason that there will never be any mistakes.

Are you in a bad state lately? Qianliu could only come to this conclusion after reading.

Big... maybe a little bit. Kasumigaoka made small gestures.

He usually considers himself a calm satirist, but as a writer, as long as he peels off the surface, his short-sighted chuunibyou aptitude sleeps deep inside, and as long as he pours his overflowing delusions into his works, everything will come naturally.

However, Kasumigaoka could not make an objective comment at this time, because sitting on Qianliu's bed shook her more than she imagined, and the question of what to do if she was pushed down later always came to her mind.

Qianliu put down the draft and glanced at her.

The girl was uneasy for some reason and rubbed her legs, and the black silk made a hissing sound as it rubbed.

Rubbing his brows, Qianliu realized that he often did this action during this period: How about taking a step back for now. After all, this is Sayuka's home field. I understand your emotions of taking on the role, but a good writer should know when enough is enough.

He completely put aside the plot and talked about Kasumigaoka's psychological problems. What a person writes may very well reflect her psychological condition. Qianliu saw this and could not treat the work objectively, regardless of No matter how you change it, it’s useless.

Would you like to try revising the manuscript here? He suggested suddenly.

Here? Kasumigaoka was stunned for a moment, then immediately responded: Okay, I can become one with Qianliu-kun again, I'm very happy.

Qianliu picked up the programming book again: Well, is this a little metaphor?

What do you think?

To a certain extent, a girl's mind is too difficult to guess, yet easy to guess.

Kasumigaoka looked confused: What do you mean?

Actually, I've always liked you. Qianliu turned sideways and said a very affectionate line that seemed to show his love.

Hey, hey hey! Really? Is this a confession? I...

Just when Kasumigaoka became flustered by these words, Qianliu continued to speak leisurely: This is what Sayuka didn't say to Naoto. I think why girls don't be more direct sometimes.

Seeing the cute look of the girl suddenly in a daze, Qianliu took out his phone and took a photo of it and stored it forever.

Being counterattacked, Kasumigaoka tensed her arches and suddenly rushed over in an attempt to snatch the phone from his hand and delete it.

However……

It's useless. My neighbor is a genius hacker. As long as the data is updated, there will be a backup on both the computer and mobile phone. Even if you delete it, I can restore it.

He didn't mind letting her snatch it away at all, Qianliu explained with his hands spread out. *

Chapter 55: Taken in an upright manner

Can it still be like this?

Kasumigaoka who grabbed the phone was stunned.

Qianliu raised his head, because otherwise he wouldn't be able to see the girl's face.

Due to the robbery of the mobile phone, Kasumigaoka was now sitting on his lap facing him, so as to prevent the soft seat from turning into a hard seat and the hard seat into a socket, he could only put the girl down calmly.

It's useless for you to go there, he won't open the door. Dispelling Kasumigaoka's last thoughts, Qianliu said and the girl stopped.

This is a hidden camera, I should call the police.

I took the photo openly and openly in front of me. Calling the police will have no effect.

Where did you come to this conclusion?

Kasumigaoka crossed her arms, looking even more abrupt.

So Qianliu stood up and asked her to come over and sit down: Compared with that, I think what you should do now is revise the manuscript.

Qianliu-kun is very good at changing topics. Kasumigaoka sat down with a bit of awkwardness. It was really bad that he felt frustrated every time.

Seeing the girl sitting down obediently, seemingly becoming normal again as a result of being teased by him after the confrontation, Qianliu began to read the programming book carefully again.

Time passed bit by bit, and the only sounds in the bedroom were the typing of keyboards and the turning of pages in books.