The king of training starting from Sakurasou

However, the top priority is not to worry about the initiator. Qianliu looks at the embarrassed and angry Hina and is speechless. This is too coincidental.

"Hasegawa-san, you...why do you have this photo?" Hina asked word by word, trying to hold back the embarrassment of being seen in her ugly state.

This is probably something a woman cannot accept. Her rather private photos are on a strange man's phone. It's better that Hina didn't get angry.

"It's a long story, so I have to ask Qianxun-sensei." Qianliu said as if it was none of his business.

That guy has a lot of lice but doesn't itch, a lot of debt doesn't worry him, and that's it if he adds one or two ridiculous things.

"Teacher Qianxun!" Hina's face was red and dripping with blood: "It's so embarrassing! It's so embarrassing! Woo hoo..."

Putting aside the identity of the teacher, it is difficult to accept it from a female perspective.

Covering her face like an ordinary girl so she couldn't see anyone, it took Hina a long time to calm down.

Qianliu didn't find it strange. Hina was only a few years older than him. She had just graduated and had not been exposed to society for a long time. There was almost no big difference between her thinking and that of students.

If it were Qianxun, it would probably be a different scene.

Women in their thirties and women in their twenties cannot be compared.

He took his phone back and put it back in his pocket as if he had forgotten it. Qianliu had no intention of deleting it.

Just kidding, this was the reward he got from Qianxun, how could he give up so easily.

Hina was also immersed in how to settle accounts with Qianxun, and completely forgot to ask him to delete the photos, but even if she asked, whether Qianliu would comply is still another matter.

I got it based on my ability, why should I delete it?

"Are you still reading?" Qianliu asked, pointing to the laptop.

"Look!" popped out from between her teeth. Hina quickly calmed down her mood and began to calm down and read the new work with only two chapters.

The first chapter has been carefully revised and is generally close to a finished product. The second chapter has some flaws, and Hina finished it in a short time.

One chapter was only about 10,000 words. After reading it, Yang Nai breathed a sigh of relief: "Is this a love novel?"

"You're right, it's a simple romance novel." Qianliu took the notebook back from her arms and put down the screen: "What do you think?"

Staring at Hina, at this time, he only regarded the woman in front of him as a reader, not a teacher. The work was always for readers, and he might be able to get some inspiration from her opinions.

Qianliu is by no means a person who cannot listen to suggestions. If he has good suggestions, he will modify them as appropriate.

After hesitating for a while, Yang Nai said: "I can't fault the overall structure. The details are very good, but..."

"Just what?" Qianliu frowned.

"Because the chapter has just begun, I don't know what the plot will be next. It's hard for me to judge." Hina said hesitantly.

Moreover, the heroine appears in only a few scenes, most of which are scenes or inner scenes of the male protagonist. It is really difficult to observe the whole from this aspect.

But from the current point of view, it is difficult for Hina to find anything to criticize.

"That's right, then let's do it." Qianliu thought for a moment after getting the answer: "Since you are interested in my new work, I will trouble you to find faults in the future, teacher."

The last word "teacher" sounded a bit playful, which made Hina roll her eyes at him.

"As a teacher, it is your duty to agree to students' sincere requests. From now on, I will leave it to the teacher." Hina looked confident.

Qianliu smiled slightly: "Oh, most people who want to see the manuscript of my new work can't see it. Teacher Haruna, you have taken a big advantage. You are the first person besides me to see the manuscript."

"Hmm... I still have to thank you." Haruna packed up the lunch box and smacked her lips at him. This was obviously not the emotion that should be used when dealing with students, but more like a way of getting along between friends.

"That's not necessary." Qianliu waved as he left extremely casually: "See you tomorrow."

Lunch break was almost over and he still had to go to class, so he sent the first chapter of his new work to Machida Enko and asked her to start serializing it.

It is serialized once a week and can be completed in about two and a half months.

Of course, it didn't take him that long to finish The Garden of Words, which was only a few hundred thousand words. With the revisions, it would take at least half a month to finish, and the remaining time could be used to make animated movies.

When the serialization is over, the animated movie will be almost completed. When the time comes when the serialization is over, the movie bomb will be thrown out, and maybe it will be a hot seller.

As he is temporarily confused in life, his first priority is to make money. No matter what his goal is, money is the most important thing anyway.

In addition, the cost of writing a book is almost zero, and with the help of Sakurasou and others, the cost of animation production is basically zero. He suddenly discovered whether he could follow this model to make his own way. *

Chapter 32: Your script can only be used to keep warm.

Although Qianliu sometimes wondered if he also had a golden finger, he was just a little late, but since he had not seen any cheats since he was a child, he gave up the idea of ​​sitting back and enjoying the benefits.

Fortunately, he is not a person who would be useless without a golden finger. With his talents and some "cheating methods", he has accumulated considerable wealth and status.

Even though he is only eighteen years old, in formal occasions, including at the screening of voice actors for animation works, even producers and supervisors who are twice his age have to address him as Mr. Haasegawa.

A person with strength will not be wronged no matter where he is. This sentence is applicable to any country.

When he returned to the classroom, Qianliu was still thinking. In the past, because he had no goals, his only thought was to make money. Now that his life is worry-free, he should consider what his future plans are.

With the accumulation of two or three years, his income is hundreds of millions of yen, which is not a lot, but it is also an amount that most people cannot earn in a lifetime, and this amount will continue to increase.

People have to pursue something, and the field that Qianliu is familiar with is the ACGN world. Of course, the word ACG is not used in District 11. Similar concepts include MAG, or two-dimensional or otaku instead.

Moreover, he has connections, like-minded people, and some status in this field, so his failure will not be too ugly no matter what.

Of course, the most important issue is funding.

Hundreds of millions of yen sounds like a lot, but in reality it is just that.

There is still one year left before he graduates, so it might be a good idea to take advantage of this time to try to plan a direction.

No matter whether you set up a studio and gradually expand it later, or start a company, it is always good to have a foundation in advance.

But before that...make money first!

In capital countries, money is everything.

Therefore, get your new work and animated movie ready first. The more original funds you have, the greater your chances will be.

After setting a small goal for the time being, Qianliu felt that everything became clear before his eyes. Step by step, he might be able to build an ACG empire of his own in the future.

Think about it, the people around you and your acquaintances, such as Kasumigaoka Shiu, Kana Nayuta, everyone in Sakurasou, and the partners Eri Sawamura and Kani Nayuta who have not yet met.

Most of these people have extraordinary talents in the two-dimensional field. With them as the backbone, maybe...

In classrooms!

"Qianliu, what are you thinking about?" Mitaka Jin patted his shoulder, interrupting his friend who had been lost in thought since he came back from lunch break. He couldn't help but wonder: "You don't look like your usual self. What's the matter?"