My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Healthy complexion, not pale, this girl is indeed inferior to Aizaka Okawa in terms of appearance, not to mention Hatsune Miku, Nagato Yuxi is also better than her, and the two groups of Mikururu can hold his hand. ...

The girls I know are almost the same...

what?Haruhi Suzumiya?

...

...That's not a woman!

"Komachi!"

The voice was raised slightly, the dazed little devil was very sleepy, rubbing his eyes, opened it for a long time, and said while yawning: "Oh hayo, Ernie Chan..."

"Oh hayo, hurry up, there is not enough time."

"Hi hi..."

A pair of dead fish eyes that made Biqigu's eight sons red made Komachi tremble: "I know, I know, I will get up."

The little girl moved out inch by inch from the bed, and got out reluctantly, wearing only cartoon underwear.

Yawata knew she was going to change her clothes-I said she would wear a breastplate!

So the high school student turned around, concealed the door, and did not ask to check the physical development of his sister.

Motivation is like underwear. You must have it, but you can't prove that you have it when you meet people.

There are four atypical youths than Qigu Hachiman.

There are parents, dull hairs, sisters, and morals.

"Speaking of speaking, I still have to hand in my composition today. Don't look at the soft and weak look of teacher Xiaojing in the Chinese language class. According to my many experiences, her skill should be good. My composition, my composition...mine What is the composition?"

"No, right, what is the topic she set up..."

Bichigu Hachiman, who was eating seriously, suddenly turned his eyes white, pinched his neck with both hands and fell to the ground...

"Oni sauce!"

Komachi exclaimed and squatted down quickly to see his pale face.

"Oh... oh oh oh!"

"Are you choked?"

"Do not!"

Biqigu coughed violently: "I forgot that there is another composition that I haven't written..."

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Crashing

Chapter 6 Indeed, I prefer to stand in the middle

The woman in front of me—yes, although I didn't want to admit it, but this is really a woman, a real female.

Whether it is from the body, the sound, or the strong body fragrance at close range-or the disgusting perfume smell, this is indeed a biologically different creature from its own.

Shizuka Hiratsuka, the Mandarin teacher of Sotake High, is also responsible for serving as a life instructor. He cares about his students very much. Because of the "young people", he is often assigned to take charge of various school activities.

Yes, young people, not young people.

Compared to the group of squinting yellow-fanged old men, isn't this guy just a young man?

Although in the eyes of Biqigu, he is already a big mom-level figure of Bensan.

Speaking of it, the author, I seem to be about to enter the countdown to Ben III...I am already over twenty.

Well, I love Hei Changzhi, if it is a harem Liu, she might be considered one of the targets to be attacked.

...

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Eh?

Did i say something?

Did I say that this is not a harem flow?

Haven't said it!

At this time, I was sitting on a soft chair in the office in an elegant posture, with my right hand lying flat on my thigh, and my left hand holding the essay that I rushed for.

Biqigu pushed the glasses that did not exist on the bridge of his nose.

Huh, left-handed...

His gaze moved down slightly, and a trace of clearness passed through the dead fish's eyes.

Black silk...

"Now, Biqigu."

Hiratsuka's tone was not very good: "What is the topic I left in class?"

"topic?"

Biqigu stood with his hands behind his back, rested slightly, and twisted his head aside...

You looked at her and said, ah, when you were in class, you seemed to be listening carefully, but you were actually thinking about other things - for example, will Komachi catch a cold if she wears a little bit today?For example, remembering that ecstasy kick on the butt of Gaocheng Saya in the apocalypse of the academy last time?Or is it silently planning something against Haruhi Suzumiya?

All are very possible.

Because the left ear entered the right ear and did not understand, and would not ask the classmates, Hachiman-kun wrote a quick note in a beautiful but inconspicuous font within a few minutes after the class bell rang. "The Ugly Japanese High School Student" with 800 words...

"Ha (four tones), isn't it about your experience of the social reality you have come into contact with?"

"Society, you are a basket! Realize you are a basket!"

The green veins burst on Hiratsuka’s forehead, who immediately turned into a roaring emperor, and the cheeks burst. The other teachers in the voice of the voice were shocked: "It is a composition on the topic of'Reviewing High School Life' You remember it clearly for me!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka pointed to his composition: "Hey—this word is pretty good."

The complimented person was unmoved, and there was no movement on his face. The teacher who was observing him secretly sighed in his heart: "But, in terms of content... how do you say it?"

Biqigu's habitual "Aha (four tones)".