My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

The teacher scratched his head in distress: "The writing is rigorous, the examples are rich, and the words are pungent and acrid, which is of great practical significance..."

Can it be unrealistic?

The last time I took the wig smoothly in Edo, I am creating a message to the current prime minister...

Hiratsuka took a deep breath, stood up, and then sat down again. While sitting down, he stretched his hands down the long hair on both sides.

This is a common way to relieve psychological stress.

"Writing very well, it is in line with your first grade in Chinese language class."

Biqigu kept quiet, knowing that "but" was coming, and waited with a sneer in his heart.

Unexpectedly, this guy didn't follow the routine at all, and Hiratsuka pointed at his eyes in surprise: "Your eyes are really like dead fish eyes..."

The stern and square-faced Hachiman-kun said slowly and solemnly: "Teacher, don't underestimate these eyes, they have saved several worlds..."

"...It's still a secondary disease."

The more headache teacher held his temples weakly: "Do you think you write like this?"

"I don't think there is any problem. There is actually not much difference between high school students and adults now."

Hiratsuka frowned unhappily: "Students, students, focus on learning, don't bring those dark thoughts into the classroom."

"Learning is natural, not only the in-class knowledge, but also the extra-curricular knowledge, Master, you have taken a picture..."

"Call the teacher well!"

I glanced at the composition on the table again, and suddenly became a little worried: "Although what you said is not wrong, I am just a little worried that you will become a pervert who hates society and revenges society."

Biqigu took a serious look at her, and his tone was suddenly brisk: "This world is very perverted. If I don’t change, how can I make it through? Teacher Xiaojing, if there is nothing wrong, I will pass. There is a problem with the composition, I can write another composition praising youth and eulogizing the friendship between teachers and students, but it is estimated that I will not be able to submit it tomorrow."

"Etc., etc!"

Teacher Xiaojing pulled her back, and can roughly judge this guy's skill from strength: "Let's not talk about how the society is, let's talk about the students first."

Biqigu’s unique stupid hair moved, and his face was not impatient: "Aha, aren’t high school students like that now? Some are extremely naive, thank you for being sold, and some are extremely realistic. , Everything is looking forward..."

"Then which kind are you?"

"Me?"

Hachiman-kun pointed at himself, pondered slightly, and raised his rigid eyebrows low: "I am the grass on the wall, where is the wind blowing me..."

"Tsk tusk, grass on the wall..."

Higiya Hachiman said solemnly to the woman who was smacking her lips in admiration: "Teacher, please don't talk about pornography in such formal occasions."

"...The old lady didn't talk about pornography."

There was another roar, and Hiratsuka squinted quietly: "Boy, don't want to get in there..."

"Boy?"

Hachiman-kun, who disagrees very much, nodded: "But if you count from the age of the teacher, I am indeed—"

The rest of his words were blown back into his mouth by a fist.

Just now, the woman leaned forward, stood up in a smooth posture, and then punched.

The clear trajectory of this punch appeared in his dead fish's eyes and the various possibilities of calculating this imminent landing in his mind.

Hachiman-kun, who has experienced many battles, was not surprised. His dead fish eyes instantly became very deserted, and it felt like the lime was filled with liquid glass...

His body moved impenetrably, and his head tilted slightly, seemingly a coincidence to avoid the face-wiping punch.

"No one taught you that you can't mention age to women—huh?"

Teacher Xiaojing, who felt her punch completely missed, was surprised to find that this deadly newspaper-prone guy suddenly squatted down, covered his face with his right hand, and cried out flatly, "Hey, it hurts, the teacher hit someone. It’s going to kill people, Zhu Xin wants to kill people, it’s terrible..."

Chapter 7 is like an encounter of fate-yes, this is the woman who does not wear fat times on the cover

To be honest, Hiratsuka is a bit unqualified as a woman.

Take a look, let’s not talk about the congenital conditions. It’s not the kind of big devil who can be swayed and protruding. At least it’s compared with the poisonous island Kongzi who used to walk in and out of the zombie group together. Teacher Xiaojing is like a middle school student who is not fully developed.

I don’t even talk about the hair style. It’s black and straight without any modification. I can’t tell that it’s a mature woman at all. Those bitches in the class know how to wear something on their stupid heads that they think they’re pretty but they’re stupid Hair accessories, and every day I have to discuss how to manage my hair more beautifully.

Hey, Komachi never had this!

A simple hairpin, on the rounded head, the short hair that is not often treated is warm and soft to the touch.

...Off the point.

Although Teacher Xiaojing still has various shortcomings in being a woman, as a teacher, she is still very good.

Caring for students is not only in learning, but also in mental health. There is no doubt that she is a really good teacher.

The lost and empty teacher had an irresistible affection for such people, so even if he was dragged all the way to a classroom door, he did not resist much.

......Although those Lorry chickens and ducks in the corridor pointed at two people.

You guys come to the front and say!

Have the ability to speak your heart out loud!

I just dared to stand while pointing, whispering, are you spectators during the Republic of China?

"Your eyes are bad."

Outside the door, Shizuka Hiratsuka knocked on the door casually, looking at the student who made her a little headache: "It is full of cynicism and looking nowhere is not pleasing to the eye. This is a hidden secondary disease. treatment."

The blindfolded Biqigu managed the collar, and it was still unsmiling. The dark green school uniform was meticulously arranged, rigorous and old-fashioned, cynical and jealous, really like an old school.

"You are wrong, Teacher Xiaojing, it is the world that needs treatment, not me."

There is an extremely inexplicable pride in the flat voice: "Cynism is not a second-degree disease. This is my view of the world. Everyone can have an opinion. Why does it become a second-degree disease when I am here... , I'm not looking at everything that is not pleasing to the eye."

The young man suddenly looked straight into Hiratsuka's eyes, and the power in his eyes didn't know why this careless woman was a little scared.

"At least, I think you are pleasing to the eye..."

The woman who is about to run to the third is confused...

what's the situation?

The sentence just now?