The king of training starting from Sakurasou

Dongma said so.

"..."

Qianliu twitched the corners of his eyes.

Yaozi, are you kidding? Doesn't that reveal that the reason why he didn't dare to attack Dongma was because of Yaozi? Otherwise, how could he let Dongma, a beautiful girl with a long black straight loyal dog and an iceberg, who fits his aesthetics.

But...chasing my wife is a pleasure for a while, hatchet crematorium.

The rice bowl is delicious, but it's not as easy to cook.

"What’s wrong with you"

Seeing his tangled expression in the glass, Ma was quite surprised.

"No...it's okay."

Take a deep breath and throw away those...

In life, it is always better to have challenges.

This is more natural than building a country.

"Then I'll go down first, remember to go home early."

Qianliu suddenly stopped.

"Any thing else"

"Well, that's right. If you want to, Kazusa, you can move to Sakurasou."

"Hey, isn't Sakurasou full of people?"

Dongma felt extremely uneasy and agitated.

"Jen has moved out and has a room available."

"That's it."

Dongma was fighting in his heart, and after a while he said: "Well... let's forget it."

She wanted to move there, but she couldn't think rationally.

"There's no basement there, so it's not convenient for me to practice the piano instrument."

"That's true, forget it."

Qianliu thought for a while, not to mention the nuisance factor, Sakurasou cannot accommodate so many musical instruments.

Watching him leave, Dongma didn't look back for a long time.

Back in the art room, Qianliu looked into the classroom and found that Mashiro was no longer drawing, but was squatting with his back to the outside.

The profile of Wei Wei's face that could be seen was brightly illuminated by the backlight of the phone. She pressed her lips tightly and pressed the buttons with a serious look.

"What are you doing."

Qianliu spoke to her.

Mashiro maintained his crouching position and turned his head: "How do you reply to the text message from Ayano?"

"You can read text messages"

"Ayano taught me this before."

Chiryu Ayano remembered that that was the name of the editor responsible for taking care of Mashiro's manga magazine.

The teaching process should be quite hard, but now that she has taught me everything, I really hope she can also teach me how to send text messages.

He stood up and walked to Mashiro.

"Qianliu."

"What's up"

"It might be good to notify you via text messages in the future. You can teach me."

Mashiro handed over the phone, her eyes full of anticipation.

"I see."

Qianliu was operating the cell phone he had received, and Mashiro leaned over to look at the screen, touching shoulder to shoulder.

Taking a look at Ayano's text message, Qianliu found that it was full of shiny text symbols.

He and Mashiro looked at each other. Mashiro tilted his head cutely and pointed at the screen: "I want something like this."

She was referring to the text message screen sent by the other party.

"I don't know how to do this."

"I want something like this."

"Okay, okay, I'll teach you on the way home."

Qianliu taught Mashiro how to type text messages while walking out of the classroom side by side with her.

Mashiro seemed to be very happy next to him.

Qianliu couldn't resist looking at the gaudy paint on her face because he was afraid that he would laugh.

"Qianliu, what are you laughing at?"

However, he already laughed when he thought about it.

"It's nothing, I just think of happy things."

"Well..."

Mashiro stared at him blankly.

Feilu reminds you: collect three things about reading,

Chapter 251: Traditional culture cannot be lost

Happy things "Can I know"

"It's not particularly important. There's no need to...understand it."