Women only affect the speed of my reasoning!

Miura Yuko's face turned red when her thoughts were revealed, but she did not refute. She hesitated for a while before she finally managed to say something.

"Isn't it too direct?"

"It's okay, it's fine!" the girl from Dango cheered, "Besides, Yuiko, you're usually very direct anyway."

"So that's how it is!"

"I think it can be improved a bit."

Yukino interrupted the conversation between the two and put forward some of her own opinions.

"I don't think it's necessary to make such a big one. After all, there aren't that many words to be engraved on it. It's better to divide the same amount of materials into multiple portions and control the weight of each one within the range that a normal chocolate should have. "

"That's right." Yuigahama Yui followed, "In this way, Hayama can eat a little every day, otherwise he would eat a large piece of chocolate all at once..."

"You will become Splatoon."

Qin Mianshu separated some of the chocolate crumbs from the large bowl and put them into the small bowl. At the same time, he set up the pot and water. Hearing this, he added decisively.

Yukino, who caught a glimpse of what he was doing at the moment, frowned slightly in confusion.

"What are you doing?"

"Um--"

Qin Xianshu pondered for a moment, and then without saying a word, he brought the large bowl of chocolate chopped into fine pieces with his backhand and put it down in front of the girl.

"It's nothing. I borrowed some chocolate to use. I had some ideas so I wanted to try it out. Anyway, I have prepared the materials for you. You can just use it. If you need any help, call me."

"All right……"

Yukino nodded slightly.

Although I don't know what channel this guy's brain circuit is dialed to, but based on past experience, there is basically no need to control him at this time, just let him play freely.

So Yukino and others continued to help Miura Yuiko make chocolate, while Qin Ushu held his small bowl of chocolate chips and started tinkering.

His method of softening chocolate is to steam it over water.

Since the melting point of chocolate is very low, about 36 degrees, manufacturers generally do not recommend that customers carry chocolate close to their bodies. Human body temperature is enough to cause it to melt.

Under the high-temperature steam of boiling water, a small bowl of chocolate chips quickly melted into a paste. The consistency and texture were somewhat similar to the facial mask mixed with water in a beauty salon, exuding an alluring aroma.

When the chocolate was completely melted, Qin Mianshu put on gloves to take it out from the country, and poured the liquid chocolate paste into the mold he had prepared in advance.

Well, it’s not really a mold, it’s just a small stainless steel cup.

And because it is made of metal, it has excellent thermal conductivity, so it is suitable for use as a cooling container.

After doing all this, Qin Sanshu put a layer of plastic wrap on the mouth of the cup, and then... cleverly placed it on the sill outside the window!

When I retrieved it 15 minutes later, the chocolate in the cup had solidified well in the cold wind of early spring.

Taking the re-solidified chocolate out of the cup, Qin Uanshu took a deep breath as he stared at the brown cylinder about seven or eight centimeters high and four centimeters in diameter in front of him.

Get started!

On the other side, with the help of Yukinoshita Yukino, Yuigahama Yui and Ishiroha, Miura Yumeko's love chocolate is progressing quite smoothly.

From melting to shaping to engraving, there were basically no difficulties. However, after finishing the engraving on the front, Miura Yuko suddenly felt that it didn't look good to leave the back empty, so she thought about engraving some more literary verses, but she couldn't. However, my literary talent is limited, so I can only take out my mobile phone and search online.

Taking advantage of this time, Yukino and Yui also began to think about their own Valentine's Day ideas, while Ishiroha, who had nothing to do, sneaked over to Qin Ushu's side.

Because of the angle, she wanted to crane her neck several times just now to look, but she didn't.

So this time Ishiroha went directly around to look at the front!

I saw Qin Xianshu holding a fruit knife in a strange posture in his hand, cutting and digging into the chocolate cylinder in his hand with the precision of a platinum star. A thick layer of chocolate powder was scattered under the cylinder. The finished part has already begun to take shape.

Q version of the round face, the playful movements of blinking and sticking out the tongue, and the iconic shoulder-length short hair.

“Great job!”

Yi Colorful Yu blurted out subconsciously.

There is no doubt that this guy is rubbing his chocolate hands into a figurine!

But...why does the shape of this figure look so familiar?

Although it hasn’t been painted yet and the base color is brown, why does it look so familiar! ?

Wait, isn’t this herself?

"Study, learn, learn, senior..."

Yi Colorful Feather's voice trembled when he spoke.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Qin Xianshu raised his head and glanced at her, a little confused.

"Can I ask, senior, why you are making my figurines..."

After saying the first half of the sentence, Ishiroyu's expression changed, as if he was suddenly aware but also alert. He pushed away half a step and covered his chest with his arms.

"N-Are you trying to chase me by sending chocolates on Valentine's Day? Although the senior who works hard is really handsome and exciting, and his craftsmanship is also very good, so I can't refuse it, but I'm still not in love yet, and Yukino Senior and Yui-senpai are both around now, so I can’t promise, I’m sorry.”

As if she had activated her high-speed chanting skills, she finished speaking a long paragraph in one breath. The moment she uttered the last word, she bowed slightly and bent down with her upper body.

No, why are you so skilled at issuing cards...

Qin Xianshu opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

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After a few seconds, he shook his head.

"This is just a trial work. I have never done anything like sculpture and pottery before, so I will try it first according to your example."

"It doesn't matter even if you do poorly, right? That's what you want to say, senior!"

"Since it is a trial work, there is a certain chance of failure, which is also normal..."

"Angry! The kind that can't be coaxed! Hmph!"

Chapter 343 It's a lot of fun

Chocolate can last for a year even if stored at room temperature, so it's no problem in just two weeks before Valentine's Day.

But just four days less than a week later, on Friday night, Chihiro Sengoku brought a piece of good news that could be called a bombshell to everyone in Sakurasou.

——Sakurasou will not be demolished.

It was dinner time when she said this, and everyone was gathering around the dining table to eat. After hearing the good news, Misaki Kamikosa almost turned around and sprayed a mouthful of orange juice on Mitaka Jin's face.

"Really! It's confirmed?"

The girl who always looked full of energy quickly wiped her mouth and asked.

What she responded to was a nod from the dormitory manager.

"Of course it's true. All the paper documents of the council came down today. They are in my room now. I can bring them to you if you want to see them later."

"That's great."

Yukiko's first reaction when she heard the news was to be stunned, but she quickly came to her senses and showed a gentle smile to a high school detective beside her who was silently continuing to eat.

After all, Qin Ushu said some time ago that they should continue to do whatever they want. Everyone should do their own thing. As for the demolition of Sakura Manor, he will find a way to solve it.

It's obvious now that he did.

Mitaka Jin, who is also aware of this, sets his sights on the former.

"But I didn't expect that the council would really relent so easily."

"Unfortunately, it's not as dramatic as you think, it's just that simple."

Qin Xianshu shrugged and said.

"I simply threw the list in the principal's face, and then did some calculations in front of him. As long as he conveyed it in place, the people on the board of directors would not be confused about the stakes. ."

"I always feel like the principal has been tortured terribly by you..." Kanda Sorata couldn't help complaining.

"Hmm~ But it's still a pity."

Misaki Kamikusa held her face and sighed, attracting everyone's attention.

Just when everyone thought she had something to say, she said as expected.

"The limelight has been left to Xian Shu alone. Otherwise, if we go together, I will definitely use my fire fist on that smelly old man!"

"Stop, the principal will be unable to do it again." Mitaka Jin's mouth twitched, "Besides, we are all adults now, and hitting someone will result in criminal detention!"

"Right……"

As if a flash of inspiration occurred to her, Misaki Kamikusa suddenly paused.

In two seconds, she whipped her head toward Mitaka Jin with a fierce tiger swing, and said in an absolutely serious tone.

"Let's marry!"

"What kind of messy twist is this?"

Mitaka Jin held his forehead and tried to escape in the same way as before. Unexpectedly, Misaki grabbed his left and right wrists with his excellent physical ability and forcibly controlled him.

"Get married! Valentine's Day is coming soon anyway, so I won't give you any chocolate as a gift, just give me the marriage registration certificate! I will give it to Ren on Valentine's Day, and you can sign it and give it to Ren on White Valentine's Day. I, just like this, the gift exchange is complete!"

"Ah, Misaki, please let go!!!"

Just as the third-year couple, who were about to take the college entrance examination, were joking around, Mashiro Shiina, who had been silent, suddenly pulled Qin Uanshu's sleeve next to her.

"Tomorrow... let's go home."

"go home?"

Of course, Qin Sanshu knew that the home she was talking about was the villa in Mihua Town, Tokyo, but he was a little confused.

Shiina Mashiro nodded slightly and answered his doubts concisely and concisely.

"Make Valentine's Day chocolates."

"Oh……"

Qin Sanshu understood immediately, nodded in agreement and turned to Yukiko on the other side.

"Yukiko, do you want to go back together? I haven't been back for a while."

The distance between the three of them is less than two meters. Yukiko can naturally hear clearly what Qin Uanshu and Mashiro are saying.

Upon hearing the former's question, she nodded her lips and thought about it seriously, then shook her head.

"Well, as I say... let's forget it."

"Eh?"

"After all, I also want to make Valentine's Day chocolates."

"Then why not just come together..."

"Fool."

She turned the finger that was on her lips to the high school detective's lips, and a little fox-like smile appeared on the girl's pretty face.

"Gifts are like the turning point of a novel's plot. What's the point of spoiling it in advance? There's no sense of freshness at all, so I'll make it here at Sakurasou and give it to you on Valentine's Day. "

"also?"

Qin Xianshu was convinced.

Now he and Mashiro were the only two people going home.

So the next morning, the two took the high-speed train from Chiba and headed straight for Tokyo.

The high-speed train departs at 08:30 in the morning and people arrive home at 09:30.

Finally returning to the villa where he had been away for more than a month, the familiar scenes instantly activated his winter vacation memories and couldn't contain the ups and downs in his heart. On the spot, the high school detective had a long conversation with a certain girl cartoonist on the first floor of the villa. of deep aerobic exercise.

Well, "deep" in every sense of the word.

Anyway, it was almost noon by the time the two of them came to the kitchen and started making chocolate.

"First like this...and then like this..."

The process of making chocolate is actually not difficult. However, Mashiro, who has a god-like talent in painting, has limited talent in other areas. In addition, he lacks a lot of common sense knowledge, so Qin Mianshu has to teach him step by step the whole process.

It was a real hand-holding.