My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Now there is another me. What does this show?

friends!Do you think this kind of plot is very familiar!

That's right!A lot of Lifan... Well, although I think there is one more me, there is still not much change.

Biqigu Hachiman, I packed my schoolbags today, and walked out of the classroom with a solemn and rigid face in the beautiful school bell. Then, under the ferocious eyes of Teacher Xiaojing, he poked his lips and walked proudly to the ministry. Department room.

...I'm not afraid of her, Shizuka Hiratsuka is at an absolute disadvantage, whether it is physical skills or ventriloquism.

I just don't want to care about her in general.

Zi said: Gentlemen don't talk to melon women.

"This makes sense!"

As for why Xuexiaxue cares about it, it's because certain actions of this woman are really unsightly.

For example, when sitting, do not straighten your waist.

"I thought you wouldn't come...Are you shaking M? Better than Penguin."

Xuexia Xuena was boringly flipping through the book. Compared with the morning, she was a bit more lazy and lazy. The spring sun lazily spilled on her black hair.

Hachiman-kun frowned unhappy.

"Do you think making fun of other people's surnames wantonly is a behavior that a self-proclaimed top student should do?"

The girl was silent for a while: "I didn't deny that I was shaking M..."

If a woman likes to do something and is in the mood, the best way for you is to let it go. When she feels bored, she will find it not very interesting.

So he didn't bother to correct things about his name, sitting in a chair and going home after reading a book for a while.

Xuexia seemed to be trying to recover the losses he suffered this morning, and then asked faintly: "Or stalker?"

He suddenly sighed heavily: "Do you know that I have a technique called the following?"

"Eh?"

"My housework is done very well, not only can I do the following, but also needlework—"

When I said this, I glanced at the girl and shook her head, feeling very pity: "It seems that you shouldn't..."

For needlework, let alone Japanese girls, the ratio of whether or not Chinese girls will be will be the same as this year's final election in the United States.

Yes, there is, but it smells bad.

There was a little bit of shame on Yukino's face, but his mouth was still stiff: "The men who are not promising do needlework. Are you going to be a tailor?"

Yawata ignored her and said to himself: "My needlework is pretty good. My sister often loses buttons or her clothes come off. I can sew them well."

The young man’s eyes looked at the girl’s cherry lips: "Unfortunately, there is no needle and thread here, otherwise I will sew your machine gun-like mouth..."

Then she stopped talking.

No matter which girl was ridiculed by such a round of ridicule, not only would she not say a word, she probably would never look at him again.

And Yukino still bit her lip.

When a girl bit her lip in front of a man, she either hates to death or loves to death, she wants to slap him or kiss him.

Now, no matter how you look at it, Xuexiaxue is the kind of situation that can't help but rush over and slap him anytime and anywhere.

Therefore, Mr. Biqigu sat far away consciously.

But the girl calmed down, her eyes rolled, and he was happy if she didn't say anything. Then she was happy, so she seemed to be chatting between friends: "It seems you really have no friends."

The teenager closed the book silently.

She continued to talk to herself, in short, she just kept this guy from being quiet: "I am different. I have many friends. I can pass on some experience to you. Well, let's define the word friend first—"

"no need."

Yahata stared at her coldly: "This line is something people who have no friends can say. I can't believe that someone like you is not ugly, has good grades, and talks a lot, how can people without friends?"

The girl Liu's eyebrows frowned, she turned her head slightly, her tone became low and slow: "You won't understand..."

"Then needless to say!"

"No! I just want to say!"

Xuexia, who was inexplicably angry again, closed the book "Well", scrolled through the pages of the book with a "wow", and finally stood up with a "boom"...

"I have been kawaii since a long time ago..."

"Shut up if my sister is not cute."

The girl ignored her and fell into some unbearable memories: "The boys who are close to me generally like the cute me..."

No, no, you are wrong, now many boys like cute boys.

"When I was in elementary school, my slippers were hidden 60 times, 50 of which were made by girls..."

Eh?

Ten more times?

The boys did it?

Are you jealous than they are kawaii?

The girl looked at the clouds in the sky at the window, and finally sat down on the chair again, her expression full of fatigue.

Biqigu exhaled and looked at her again: "It seems that it is not easy for you."

The girl stroked her long hair, two symmetrical red head ropes loomed in the thick black hair, and pride was hidden in the low tone: "It's not easy, because I am very kawaii..."

His brows frowned again.

Flirty woman...

If it's done, you don't want to be here. What's the use?People don’t even think the world’s No. 1 princess, Lady Onion, is so cute. Which onion are you?

"But there is no other way. People are like this. It is very easy to have the ugly emotion of jealousy. The more incredible and the better, the harder it is to survive..."

"Well, this is the truth. A person is a genius, and a group of people is a group of pigs. They will always pull their hind legs in various ways and then make an idiot like'I represent the majority, I am the justice', watching Just nauseous."

The girl looked back at him in surprise, thinking that this person really hit the nail on the head, dare to say anything.