The king of training starting from Sakurasou

Qianliu suddenly came back to his senses. After a few seconds of silence, he seemed to be in a good mood: "Well, I think I have found some goals in life."

life goals?

Mitaka Jin looked at him blankly, wondering if he heard wrongly: "Your life is already perfect enough, what else do you need?"

There is a sister, a house, both parents are dead, standard template.

As long as you don't spend the rest of your life carelessly and extravagantly, you and Xiaojiu won't have to think about money, and you can live a worry-free life.

Qianliu simply smiled, ignored the topic, and said instead: "What about you, as expected, continue to adhere to the ideal of animation screenwriter and go to Osaka University of Fine Arts?"

"You... how do you know? I clearly didn't mention this to anyone." Mitaka Jin was dumbfounded, because this idea only appeared in his heart.

"Don't worry about how I know, you just need to answer."

With his eyes flickering, Mitaka Jin was silent for a long time before he nodded affirmatively when facing his friend's eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

As Misaki's animation screenwriter, the scripts he wrote disappointed her time and time again. Ren clearly understood that it was his own ability that limited Misaki's performance, so he decided to apply for a university in Osaka and become a writer in four years. The animation screenwriter who was requested by Misaki Ueizusa was targeted.

This is a man's awakening, and Qianliu will not stop it.

From the perspective of others, Mitaka Jin is indeed a scumbag, but he is also responsible. It is precisely because he always insists on something in his heart that Qianliu chooses to be friends with him.

"Then you have to work hard. You might as well need me in the future." He said this as a joke, but Qianliu's eyes were serious.

"If you really need me one day, I guess there won't be any problems with Misaki."

With someone to share the secrets and pressure in his heart, Mitaka Jin felt much more relaxed and could even laugh.

During this period of time, he had been suppressing himself, not knowing when he would explode. Fortunately, Qianliu was keenly aware of this and virtually eliminated the risk.

"Haha, I'm much stricter than Misaki. Misaki can tolerate your bad scripts, but I will burn them on fire for you when the time comes. After all, the only value of your previous scripts is to keep warm."

"Hey, no matter what you say, it's too much."

The smile faded and Mitaka Jin's face darkened. This guy was normal most of the time, but occasionally he would make people angry with his venomous words.

Although he knew that the script was "bad", and in the eyes of genius monsters like them, it was no more valuable than toilet paper, it was still very heartbreaking to hear it.

If I had not been used to something that I had written seriously and devoted myself to, and received comments like this, I would have exploded.

"Even if I come back from my studies, I suddenly don't want to work with you. It's so shocking." Ren shook his head with a wry smile.

It doesn't matter when you find that someone is better than you. The desperate thing is that no matter how hard you try, no matter how much time and energy you spend, you can't compare to what the other person does casually, and the gap is so big that it's hard to compare.

This is the most frustrating thing.

The only thing we can do is to calm down and admit the reality.

There are always some gifted beings in the world who receive "special favor". Don't compare them, because the gap between people is wider than that between people and dogs.

"Don't give up. In fact, you also have quite outstanding talents. I am optimistic about you." Comforting Ren, Qianliu was not lying.

Jin can at least keep up with Misaki to some extent, which is quite rare.

After all, Misaki storyboarded all the animations in his mind and then drew them all in one go.

Qianliu is probably the only person in Sakurasou who can fully understand. *

Chapter 33: New serialization in progress

Mitaka Jin took comfort in this and shook his head.

Soon the first class in the afternoon officially started.

Qianliu was also looking for Machida Enko on the line. The teacher saw him going his own way on the stage and had long been used to turning a blind eye.

I had tried to dissuade him before, and even reported it to the school, but nothing happened. As time went by, no one meddle in my business.

At least he didn't affect other people and just turned a blind eye.

Open line to automatically block what the teacher is saying on the podium, and Qianliu clicks to open Machida Enko's conversation.

Hazekawa: "Do you have time?"

He held his chin and waited for only three seconds before the text of the response appeared in front of him.

Machida Enzi: "What?"

Hanasekawa: "After work tonight, come to Sakurasou and come to my room."

Machida Enzi: "Eh? Tonight? Wait, what do you want to do?! It's too... too sudden! I... I'm not ready yet. How can this kind of thing..."

Hazekawa: "???"

Qianliu's head was filled with questions as to what was going on in her head.

Hazegawa: "New work! Didn't you help me announce that the new work is about to be released? You can take a look at the original manuscript. If possible, it will be serialized this week or next week."

Machida Enzi: "New... new work?"

Yuanzi was stunned. It took him a while to realize that he had gone astray, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Hey, Yuan Zisang, your face is so red, are you feeling unwell?" A female editor who usually had a good relationship with her across from the editorial department of her library couldn't help but asked with concern when she saw something was not right with her.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little hot." Yuanzi quickly waved her hands to indicate that, Yuanzi held her forehead and closed her eyes to calm her restless mind.

"Hot?" The woman was confused. It was the end of spring break and the temperature was just right. Why was it so hot?

Machida Enzi: "I understand, now...wait for me tonight."

Yuanzi, who had experienced big storms and was not an innocent little girl, quickly calmed down, although the last sentence was a bit strange, like a tryst between a couple living in two places.

It wasn't until she saw the "OK" dynamic picture behind Haasegawa's profile picture of Artoria, the moon-shaped poster girl, that she gently patted her face to try not to think in strange directions.

After closing the conversation, Yuanzi immediately conveyed the news to the editor-in-chief that Mr. Hazegawa was about to serialize a new work.

With almost no hesitation, the editor-in-chief gave her full responsibility.

Even if it's just a short romance novel, the editor-in-chief believes that it won't fail given Haasegawa's popularity.

After all, in a country like District 11 where classes have been solidified, it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to get ahead unless they are admitted to the University of Tokyo.

Otherwise, you will only be a social beast for the rest of your life, and most jobs in the 11th District are lifelong. Even the shops are inherited from their fathers and passed down from generation to generation.

So those book fans like Hanasekawa not only because of his works, but also because of his own breaking of underlying rules.

Because I can't do it myself, I place my hopes on others.