My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

The wig of the Yi Zhishi...For this nation, he has been fighting.

Struggling hard.

But what about yourself?

The reason why he stayed with him was nothing more than the friendship sung by the poets, in fact—

I have no love or hatred for this country.

Even he himself hates such an empty and boring self.

Xuexia squeezed her chin, seemingly thinking about her words, and looked at the boy again, seeing the disgust in his eyes, and she couldn't help being a little surprised.

This kind of emotion, she has only seen it in the eyes of girls who like to be jealous, boys... have always been admiring.

Yukino, who started to feel a little strange, looked helpless: "Well, since it's the teacher's commission and request, I can't refuse..."

You still decline!

Great teacher, how can I have so much free time to live with you?

"That's great!"

Hiratsuka smiled quietly, in a good mood, and waved behind him: "Then you are now a member of this club..."

"—Can I ask the name of this magical society that seems to have only one person?"

The girl under Yukoshita bit her lip and looked out the window: "You can call it-the Ministry of Service."

"The Ministry of Service?"

Hachiman's gaze swept across the white snow between her short skirt and socks, her serious expression completely unable to see how bad the next words were, her hair was like a sword, and her eyebrows were like a sword: "Well, this Is there a sleeping department? Or a public relations department?"

……………………

Be reasonable, don't give the blade, this book will lose money if you don't have full attendance, just give it a reward.

Meow--

Chapter 9 I found that I hate you very much

One sentence of Kotaro Katsura is still a human word.

I remember that he used to pat the belly of the military fat house in the world of the academy, and said: "Women are all babbles and super long-winded, because they don’t have the belly to accommodate these, so look at that dead fish. Eyes are not welcomed by girls."

"You are different. Look at your stomach...it will definitely be liked by girls. You like that pink hair, right? Come on, I am optimistic about you!"

Although the result does not seem to be very good, but this sentence is indeed very reasonable, Biqigu Hachiman has the style of ancient gentlemen, and usually kicks the woman who writes the larks and reads the three eights.

So he is still single.

It seemed that Dudao-senpai had something interesting to him, but this person was a bit awkward, so she always pretended not to know.

It's not that he doesn't have someone he likes-Kasuga is dead!

What he likes is that Nagato Yuki who has no mouth, no heart and no expression...

He is very good at calling people. He sat with Dameng God for a whole afternoon. The two of them were silent and read the book silently, although half of his eyes were on the other girl.

The heart of this fellow passerby is basically clear in the SOS group, but it hasn't been broken, and Kasuga is also happy to see it—of course, it is all unhelpful.

"It's not like it!"

Yoshitani Yoshitani verbally defended: "I just show respect and appreciation to a woman with a profound knowledge and gentle personality!"

...In a sense, such women are indeed very rare, even if they are knowledgeable. Can you still see the attribute of "moderate" in modern women?

"Love comedy is impossible in reality."

Looking at the sky with a blind eye, I am full of hatred for the world's aesthetic theory: "Girls all like handsome guys. They are a kind of biological group trying to develop a bad relationship with handsome guys, except for Komachi, of course."

Yes, in the eyes of my brother, my sister thinks that the most handsome person should always be herself.

Young girls are sitting in the so-called... "Ministry of Service", far apart.

Yukino Yukino sighed, "Then let me talk about the activities of the club--"

"Why not just become the Department of Literature, I said?"

Yahata-kun, who interrupted the girl’s speech again, looked at the blackboard in front of him: “Isn’t it good to vacate the tables and chairs behind and put some books in? If you don’t say it’s the Ministry of Service, I thought it was the one responsible for cleaning. Cleaning department."

"..."

"By the way, who the hell does the Ministry of Service serve? You?"

Xuenai sighed again and closed the book: "The owner will give compassion to the needy. People call it a volunteer..."

She walked to the side of the teenager, a pair of white casual sneakers under her black stockings, she looked so petite...

It seems to be in your hands-no road race!

"To help those in difficulty—"

Red and white striped skirt, two legs that look...not bad.

Long hair to waist.

Biqigu still looked ahead, and in the aftermath, the dazzling white skin was just like her name.

"This is the purpose of the Ministry of Service. Welcome to the Ministry of Service, Student Biqigu."

This is their first meeting.

Then in a few minutes, the teacher made a definition and conclusion for this seemingly perfect high school girl.

"I still stick to the path of naivety in my view of the world...In terms of ambition, it is much bigger than Dahe's little boy who can't even do housework."

"but--"

The young man looked at the floating white curtains, as if there was a female ghost in it: "That's it!"

The girl naturally didn't know what he was thinking, but frowned: "Since I have been commissioned by the teacher, I will correct your awkward character."

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Correct my character? Yuukishita, I suddenly discovered that you are not a person with a brain problem..."

Xue Nao held her chest with her hands, as if she was squeezing her poor and barren chest, and the expression on her face contained a little bit of ignorance.

Boys who only play tricks look really annoying.