The king of training starting from Sakurasou

Seeing her chattering about trying to clear her name, Qianliu rolled his eyes and prepared to go to the kitchen to help Mitaka Jin process the ingredients.

When passing by the living room, they found Misaki and Mashiro burying their heads in the table, writing and drawing something.

What are you doing?

Oh, what a failure. Misaki crumpled the paper that Qianliu had not drawn on clearly into a ball and threw it into the trash can. He looked at Mashiro again with a new look that saw the same kind of people: As expected of modern times. A very famous figure in the world of design and art, Mashiro-chan has already won awards for his paintings in art exhibitions abroad!

Misaki admitted from the bottom of her heart that she was still far behind Mashiro at her level. After all, she was a world-class genius: However, I won't just give up! Hahahaha!

The vitality girl was obviously completely defeated in the painting skills competition, but she didn't show any signs of being discouraged or hit. Instead, her fighting spirit became even higher.

Qianliu looked at Mashiro's sketchbook, and there was a drawing of Kobato holding a strange rabbit doll in a chuunibyou pose.

It's so vivid that I can't express my feelings in words at the moment I see the painting. It's like the real person. Even if it moves the next moment, I won't be surprised.

Qianliu praised it without hesitation: It is indeed a very outstanding painting.

His attainments in art are similar to Misaki's, maybe a little better at most. He may be even better in music, but he is much inferior to Mashiro.

After thinking for a while, he said, Can you give it to me?

Mashiro met his gaze and nodded: Okay.

What? Mashiro-chan wants to give her precious first time to Qianliu? Misaki didn't mind the excitement and deliberately shouted so that the entire Sakura Village could hear it.

First time? Mashiro tilted his head and showed a confused expression.

Qianliu said without changing his expression: If Mashiro is willing, I don't mind either.

He is not an innocent little virgin, and he doesn't care about some teasing.

Unexpectedly, Qianxun, who was sitting cross-legged at the dining table, was dissatisfied: Why? We are all sisters after all, why are we treated so differently!

Could it be that she was sentenced to death for treason just because she was a little older and her personality was a little worse? Is there any royal law?

Teacher Qianxun, when you pick up the moral integrity you lost in your mother's womb, maybe there will still be something to do.

It was rare for Misaki to give advice in a serious manner. Chihiro Chiseki's external conditions were definitely not bad, but what was unacceptable was her unrestrained and terrible personality.

Hey, they are all a bunch of superficial men. Qianxun opened another can of beer.

On the surface, it looks dismissive, but in fact, the bitter wine enters the throat and makes the heart hurt.

Qianliu ignored them, took down the portrait of Kobato from Mashiro's sketchbook, took out the glass frame that was used to frame the photo, put it in the frame, and hung it in his room.

By chance, Mitaka Jin had prepared the side dishes for the hot pot and came to the dining table with the pot. He adjusted his glasses, watched him fiddle with them and said, Qianliu is indeed a girl-controller.

Sister control?

Mashiro, who has a simple and calm nature, put away his sketchbook, his eyes shining with curiosity. *

Chapter 9 Are you a Saint?

Want to know, Mashiro-chan!

Seeing the innocent girl nodding, Misaki immediately leaned over and whispered in her ear: Sister control, from a broad psychological point of view, belongs to the complex of liking one's own sister, or having a tendency to like one's sister.

In a narrow sense, it is classified as a type of cute culture in the ACGN world. Well, in short, no matter how you put it, it is very abnormal.

Mashiro seemed to understand what he was hearing. He stared at Qianliu and focused on him with eyes that could be called insight: Qianliu, you are a pervert.

Brother is not a pervert!

Before Qianliu could retort, Kobato, who was sitting obediently on the sofa watching anime, exploded first.

Staring at the two angrily, Kojiu was ready to argue.

Oops, Kobato is serious, it's not good, but he's so cute when he's angry, hahahaha! Misaki put her hands on her hips, looking proud of her plan.

Faced with her inexplicable laughter, Qianliu hit her head hard.

Wow! It hurts! Misaki exaggeratedly covered her head and squatted on the ground to look up: It turns out you are someone who likes to be rough with girls.

Qianliu decided to at least make her suffer a little bit for this guy's showy behavior. Every time he couldn't get an advantage, he would tease Kojiu a little.

However, as soon as he raised his attack, Misaki blocked it with his bare hands: Humph! The same trick will be useless against me the second time!

Are you a saint?

Mashiro had been observing during the quarrel. She did lack common sense, but it didn't mean there was a problem with her IQ.

Okay, you can eat it!

Mitaka Jin interrupted Misaki's plan to continue the mischief, brought out plates of hot pot and side dishes, and asked several people on the sofa for help: Can anyone help me?

Me! Xiaojiu's attitude was very positive, and she was dazzled by the various kinds of meat.

After placing the seat next to his brother, Kojiu helped go to the kitchen to serve the dishes, but all the dishes he served were meat. Then he placed most of the meat in front of him, and then pushed it further away until it could no longer be placed.

Wow! Kobato is so cunning! Misaki shouted to express her dissatisfaction.

Seeing her puffing out her cheeks, Kojiu showed a slightly happy expression: Kukuku! Stupid human beings, I don't know what you are talking about! Stupid creatures like you will be powerful just by standing in front of me. Stunned by the dark magic and driven into madness.”

Not to mention the two girls competing against each other at the dinner table, Chiliu focused most of his attention on Mashiro.

The girl didn't seem to be used to chopsticks, and her movements were a bit stiff.

Seeing her holding a meatball for a long time, changing the goal even though she clearly couldn't do it but didn't understand, and didn't know how to ask for help, Qianliu once again experienced Mashiro's natural attributes.

I remember that Kojiu once had a similar situation. It was when she first awakened from the second disease. Her preferences became very strange, and she left about half of the food in every meal.

One time, she put a bandage on her finger because she was imitating an injury. When it was time to eat, she couldn't pick up the meatballs. She was so embarrassed that she knocked over the dinner plate while saying, Damn it, the devil... the magic is going berserk.

Although Qianliu held her on his lap and spanked her little butt hard afterwards, giving her a good lesson.

Mashiro here didn't seem to know how to give up, and kept fighting with the ball. Qianliu, who couldn't stand it anymore, held it between her hands and brought it to her mouth.

Aww!

He bit it without any hesitation. In Mashiro's eyes, there was no difference between men and women.

Xiaojiu next to him caught a glimpse of this scene and his little face puffed up.

At the same time, after the first feeding, Mashiro completely put down his chopsticks and just looked at him blankly, as if waiting for the next feeding to come as a matter of course.

You still have to learn how to eat by yourself. Qianliu put the chopsticks into her hands again.

Mashiro was a little disappointed: I know.