[Comprehensive] It must be that my way of forming a team is wrong!

Qin Shujuan felt that this was simply a reappearance of the RPG Otome game he played on his mobile phone just now.

The slender and beautiful girl in front of her said the words "I draw you" with a gentle face, without any embarrassment.

She thought about it, and felt that when she just fell from the top of the college entrance examination, all she could think of was "broad daylight, clear heaven and earth" in capital letters.

Controlling her expression, she patted the paper fan in her hand: "Kun Yukimura, do you like drawing girls very much?"

Yukimura froze for a moment: "How could that be?"

Qin Shulan's eyes moved away from the other person's face, and he waved the paper fan lightly and heavily in his hand: "The painting I saw last time was also a girl." After she finished speaking, she patted Yukimura on the shoulder without any shame She said, "That girl looks so good-looking! She's like a fairy!"

Yukimura Seichi: "..."

As if feeling the embarrassment in the air, Qin Shujuan withdrew his hand and continued to fan himself.She passed the fan from her right hand to her left to ensure that both of them could be blown by the wind.

"Yukimura-kun, do you... know that girl?"

The pen in Yukimura Seiichi's hand paused on the paper, and then continued to type the manuscript: "I know it. Isn't it Qin-san?"

She was taken aback, stopped the action of fanning the wind, and took off the folding fan in her hand: "That's why I'm very surprised, you seem to have been drawing that picture for a long time."

"It's not long, I've been painting for half a year."

At that time, she hadn't come to Japan for half a year.

Qin Shujuan said "borrow a pen" and took out a pen from Yukimura's toolbox, and wrote and drew on the disassembled paper.

coincidence?

She lowered her head, her long hair hung in the air, and the ends of her hair swept back and forth above the floor of the rooftop. The pencil in her hand wrote something on the paper and crossed it out. Finally, she simply put the pen back into his toolbox and Fold the paper in your hand back into the folding fan.

"It's so strange, you wanted to draw me half a year ago. But I didn't know you half a year ago, and you didn't know me either." Qin Shulan waved the small fan in his hand, looked at Yukimura beside him: "You don't know Did you dream about me?"

Yukimura Seiichi turned his head and stared at the paper fan in the girl's hand, and the wind came out because the paper was waving up and down.He held the girl's hand holding the paper fan, pulled the paper fan out, and opened it.

"Yes."

Staring at the paper covered with strange characters, the purple-haired boy said so.

……

Yukimura Seiichi was hospitalized due to illness in the third year of junior high school. This is something everyone in Lihai University knows.

But no one knew that he would dream every night during his hospitalization.

What he dreamed was a world he had never seen before, with a sky full of red maple trees, continuous snow peaks, and knights riding past on horseback.

It was a world of love and hatred.

Although I am a woman inside ==

He stood at the gate of Yangzhou City and looked at the scenery in front of him, but suddenly jumped out of the task bar.

It's a discussion message.

A player named Qin Shujuan invited him to compete, and he looked along the red line above his head—it was a grandma.

I don't know what kind of mentality I had when I rejected the other party and replied to the other party.

[Do not compete with grandma. 】

As a result, the other party clicked again without giving up.

The operation is not bad, but it is very rusty for some reason.After the discussion, the two became friends.

——That was the first friend besides Li Haihai.

Yukimura Seiichi looked at the girl who was painting not far away, put down the brush dipped in paint, got up and walked towards the girl.

"How is Qin Sang's painting?"

Qin Shulan put down his paintbrush, looking at the scenery in front of him, he wanted to plunge headlong into the drawing board, but he gave up this idea when he saw the thick paint on the drawing board.

"I don't paint landscapes very much, it's a bit difficult."

After hearing her words, Yukimura Seiichi's eyes fell on the drawing board in front of him.

The strokes on the paper are strong like a storm, and the contrast of colors is pressed out layer by layer.

"Kinto-san didn't hesitate when she drew a picture." Yukimura looked at her without hesitation and said.

Feeling that he should be praised, Qin Shujuan continued his movements: "Well, my teacher said that those who are still hesitant to paint for a long time should stop painting."

"Indeed. Would Qinsang try watercolor?"

Qin Shulan looked at him and shook his head: "No."

"why?"

"My watercolor is the kind of person who hesitates for a long time."

Qin Shujuan took the lead in chatting to death, Yukimura Seiichi was not angry, just stood quietly behind her and looked at the picture she was drawing.

Every stroke of the girl brings out a strong personal style.

"After seeing how Qin Sang paints gouache, I want to see you paint watercolors even more."

Qin Shu gave him a tired look: "Don't be so mean, I really don't dare to draw intermittent lines when I paint watercolors, let alone my teacher, even I doubt myself when I see the lines."

"Then I will teach Qinsang watercolor?"

Qin Shujuan shook his head: "No, I don't like the feeling of painting watercolors. Every step I have to think about how to paint next, I don't like this feeling."

"Qin Sang likes the feeling of painting gouache?"

Qin Shujuan turned his head to look at her, dipped the paintbrush in random colors and added some randomness to the original painting.

The whole Huoshaoyun was destroyed in this way.

Yukimura Seiki gave her a puzzled look, only to see Qin Shujuan adjusted the color again to cover the stain.

"Look, that's the difference. Watercolors can't be painted like this."

Yukimura watched her restore the painting to its original state, nodded: "Indeed."

"As a person, I will be very reluctant to part with this painting because I am particularly satisfied with a small place. If I need to give up the whole painting because of a small mistake later, I will cry."

"I can't tell." Yukimura Seiichi stared at the pen in her hand.

"What can't be seen?"

"I can't see that Qin Sang would be reluctant to part with the whole painting because of his love for a small place."

……

After Qin Shujuan finally finished the painting, and returned to the dormitory, he suddenly remembered that he didn't ask Yukimura.

She took out her schoolbag and felt that Yukimura Seiichi was too cunning, he avoided her questions and discussed life with her like asking a lot!

While thinking about how to get the words from Yukimura, he took out the key from his schoolbag, but after digging for a long time, he found that he couldn't find it.

Did not bring?

She stopped to think, rummaged through her schoolbag, and after confirming that there was none, she went downstairs to the administrator and asked for a spare magnetic card before entering the room.

Qin Shujuan walked to the desk and took the forgotten magnetic card, and went downstairs to return the borrowed spare magnetic card.

When she came up again, she saw a person in front of her room.

Subconsciously touching his face, he was relieved to find that there was no scar.

"Ah? Little girl." The blue-haired man in the aristocratic costume of Heianjing turned his head to look at her, and his moonlike eyes just looked straight at her.

Qin Shulan's hand touched his face subconsciously, and felt that it was not good to do this directly, so he put down his hand embarrassingly, and said embarrassedly: "Mr. Sanriyue? Is there something wrong?"

"Let's see if the little girl's face is healed."

Qin Shuti hid her hands behind her back embarrassedly and smiled: "That's it."

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Qin Shujuan didn't know what to say, and when she looked up, she saw that the other party looked at her with the eyes of a friend.

friend?

She simply stood at the door and chatted with him: "Does Mr. Sanriyue know me? I mean before that accident."

"The little girl is very similar to a friend of mine. About 1000 years ago?"

1000 years?

Qin Shujuan calculated the time, Tang Dynasty?

As if he had caught some clue, but he held her tightly and finally let her run away in his hands. Qin Shulan pursed his lips and thought about how to continue this topic.

"Mr. Sanriyue, do you remember which friend?"

"Why, the little girl is interested?"

Qin Shujuan nodded: "After all, do you resemble me? What kind of resemblance? Appearance or personality? But it's been more than 1000 years. How old are you, Mr. Sanriyue?"

Sanriyue didn't answer immediately, he stood in front of her, staring at him with moonlike eyes.

"Don't you remember, little girl?"

"You who disappeared in the torrent of history."

Qin Shulan opened his mouth and was about to speak when he saw the sleeves of the blue hunting clothes covering his eyes.

After that, Sanriyue disappeared.