Zongman: Dream with me

As if she noticed Qiong's surprise and her messy hair, which showed that she had just woken up, Yukinoshita Yukino quickly reacted:

"I sent you a message, but there was no reply, so I came to check."

Kasugano Sora looked at the guitar on Yukino's back with a confused look. Oh, right, she remembered that they still had to go to Fanxing today, as band members, and meet Mashiro's drum teacher.

But the hateful Mu You escaped temporarily.

"Oh, come in then."

Qiong yawned in an ungraceful manner, turned around and glanced at the wall clock. Was it already one o'clock in the afternoon?

Yukinoshita walked through the entrance hall and entered the somewhat messy living room. There were some books and manuscripts on the coffee table, as well as some uncleaned tea sets. The cushions on the sofa were also a little messy. There was a piano placed by the window on the side of the living room.

There are a lot of things in the room, but it doesn't look messy. Instead, it adds a lot of vitality. Yukino sat on the sofa and glanced at the box of snacks next to the coffee table. She should have bought them on the way home from sending Mashiro yesterday.

"Where's Shiina-san??"

"She usually paints until very late, so she should still be asleep now. I'll go wake her up. Would you like something to drink?"

"Water will be fine. Um, can I go take a look?"

Kasugano Yuu didn't refuse and let her follow him. They came to a door with a painting by Mashiro's name on it. Yuu pushed open the door and saw the room full of drawings, scattered on the floor, on the desk, and even on Mashiro's bed.

The girl lay on the bed, curled up in the quilt, wrapped like a caterpillar, with only her cute little head exposed, sleeping soundly.

Kasugano Sora walked over and pushed the caterpillar, which curled up symbolically. A white hand came out from under the quilt, rubbed its eyes, and brought out a ray of spring light.

"What's wrong, Qiong?"

"Time to wake up."

"So early?"

"It's late, and why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"I'm not feeling well, and Youyou is not here."

Mu You told the two of them about his itinerary last night. Kasugano Yui wanted to follow, but he refused on the grounds that Mashiro needed care. He said that he was just going back to visit Okumi Sang and it was nothing big.

Qiong wanted to fight for it, but Mu You stopped her with a look.

Thinking of this, coupled with last night's dream, Qiong felt even more upset, but she still opened the closet to find clothes for Mashiro.

"Good afternoon, Mashiro-san." Yukinoshita greeted Mashiro somewhat awkwardly, and Mashiro responded vaguely, then pulled the quilt aside, revealing her beautiful body.

With an otherworldly expression, a curvy figure, gorgeous blonde hair, and a hint of laziness as if she had just woken up, Zhen Bairan at this moment looked like a goddess who had walked out of a Western oil painting, high and mighty, untainted by the mundane world.

If only she wasn't looking around for the fat guy she threw away last night.

Yukinoshita Yukino subconsciously turned around, quickly closed the bedroom door, and asked Qiong: "She is always like this."

Qiong glanced at Mashiro with disdain and explained to Yukinoshita awkwardly: "I'm still teaching..."

Only then did Yukinoshita Yukino realize how serious Mashiro's lack of common sense was, but at least this time Mashiro could put on her panties by herself.

"Mashiro-san, as a girl, you should learn to cherish yourself. What if other boys see you?"

"It's okay, You're not here today."

"It's not a question of whether Yu is here or not, and why are you so sure? What if he hasn't left yet?" Yukinoshita always felt that she could not keep up with Mashiro's train of thought.

"He came into the room yesterday and forced himself on me."

"What!?"

.......

After finally explaining everything clearly before Yukinoshita Yukino called the police, Kasugano Sora was already exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Um, I'm really sorry, Kasugano-san." Yukinoshita looked at Kasugano Yuu who was slumped on the sofa with some guilt.

"It was You who broke into the room at night and forced me into bed."

Shiina Mashiro was still muttering, as if she was deeply resentful of someone's rude behavior.

"I told you not to stay up late to paint, and was it at night? It was almost five o'clock, and what's wrong with your clothes?" Kasugano Yui complained helplessly.

"I took it off after Yuu left."

“…Why do you need to explain this?”

"Because Qiong will be angry."

Kasugano Sora was choked up, and the irritability caused by the dream finally began to calm down, but she was still unhappy.

"I don't want to bother with you. I'm going to cook."

"I want to eat cake."

"No!" Qiong retorted loudly, and then realized that there was a guest in the house, Yukinoshita Yukino. Her face turned red and she hurried to the kitchen.

Mashiro stared blankly at Qiong's departure. It took her a long time to react. She stood up, took out a comb from the dressing table, and handed it to Yukinoshita Yukino.

"???"

"Please comb my hair."

"!!!"

After combing her hair, Yukinoshita Yukino helped Shiina Mashiro clumsily get dressed, wash up, tidy up the room, and pick up the scattered drawings. Then, she sat down in front of the computer and started drawing.

"Shiina-san..."

"truth."

"Okay, Mashiro," Yukinoshita was corrected once again, "Is it usually Kyon who takes care of you?"

Yukinoshita Yukino originally thought that Mashiro was just naive, but she didn't expect that she seemed to lack even the most basic life skills. It seems that the problem is very serious.

"Well, You said that I should learn to live on my own, learn how to dress, brush my teeth, wash my face..."

You don't even know this?! Yukinoshita felt her worldview was shaken.

"Then how does he usually do it?"

"He just asked Qiong to teach me, and You just taught me music and painting, and to go to bed early."

When the last sentence was said, Yukinoshita Yukino could actually hear a hint of resentment in Shiina Mashiro's voice, which had always been cold and clear.

"Mashiro really likes drawing."

Yukinoshita recalled seeing the honors Mashiro had received online. She was clearly a genius in oil painting, and had achieved such great honors. So why did she come to Japan to study manga? Was it because of her dream?

If that's the case, then forget it. Yukinoshita Yukino expressed her understanding, but if she continues to learn music from Yuu...

"Yeah, I like it very much."

"What about music? If I learn both, I might not have enough time."

Mashiro's pen stopped, as if she was stumped by the question.

Yes, why should I learn music? I should also set aside some time for painting every day to study with Mu You. Obviously, painting all night long before was not enough. It was obviously as meaningless as getting dressed and brushing my teeth.

At first, Mu You did think about letting Mashiro join the band to replace his position as drummer, but then he thought that it was a bit unfair to let Mashiro join a band that would eventually fall apart, and it might even delay his comics career.

He felt a little embarrassed by the urge to lie to a child, but since he had already agreed, he could only take it one step at a time. In the beginning, Mashiro's interest was really not great, and he was only interested for a few days and then stopped for a few days. Mu You realized that the other party might not be interested at all, so he thought about just calling it a day.

Mu You originally wanted to say "sorry" to Mashiro, but was rejected by Mashiro. Later, Mashiro actually persisted and asked Qiong for extra lessons. Finally, he shined in a practice.

Thinking of Mu You's surprised expression at that time, the corners of Mashiro's mouth curled up secretly. After a long while, he finally replied: "Maybe it's because... I like it."

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"Mashiro, do you like music?"

"do not know."

"It's okay. If you really don't like it, just tell You. He won't make things difficult for you."

"......." Mashiro looked at Qiong holding the newly bought digital tablet and practicing drawing stroke by stroke, and asked curiously with her.

"Why does Qiong want to learn painting?"

"Because You likes me," as they spent time together day after day, Qiong had come to accept this girl who was somewhat ignorant in every aspect, and sometimes she would confide in her thoughts that had been buried deep in her heart.

"And Mashiro likes it too, so I want to give it a try, whether it's novels, music, or paintings... I want to see what kind of scenery he sees through his unspoken eyes."

"I see. Yuya often does strange things. Is that the case too?"

"No, he just didn't wake up."

.......

This is what Qiong said to Mashiro when she was just starting to learn painting. After hearing it, the latter said nothing more. But later, when Mu You was tutoring her, Mashiro's attitude became much more serious.

She didn't know why it was like this, but that's how it happened: those who played music started painting, and those who painted started playing music.

In this seemingly invisible competition, the relationship between the two has been further improved, and Mu You, as an outsider, just feels that the relationship between the two has become better.