My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Yes, not because of the shame, but the difficulty of what I am doing now.

Mother Sang!How to dance this dance!

Because the wig's face value is too high and is faintly excluded by other pseudo-girls, it is easier to hypnotize the guests than the voice of Kegu Hachiman, so the two can't do the work of chatting and cleaning, and mother San had to arrange for them to dance on the stage.

"Stop complaining, what kind of man is a man who cares about such trivial matters?"

Gui, who is familiar with such things, has a calm face.

"Honestly, wig, what was your mood when you first dressed in women's clothing?"

"Not a wig, but a wig!"

The habitually corrected Kotaro Katsura fell into contemplation or memory, and then the white face fell off.

Bajiang turned his head and saw that the plain facial paralysis could not help showing a hint of surprise.

His partner now has a terrifying grim look...

"Bageya Road! Thinking of what happened back then, I can’t wait to pull out my katana and hack that bastard to death!"

The long eyelashes on his squinted eyes trembled in the scattered seas. The lips covered by purple lipstick are now gritting their teeth. On the pointed chin, the muscles are twitching. It is conceivable that his first experience in women's clothing gave him It left a bitter impression.

So that it completely aroused the curiosity of the white-haired dead fish-eye around him: "Is that serious?"

In front of the huge orange screen, a few men who can be regarded as post-doctoral students are sitting on the ground seriously, playing three strings, flutes, and gongs-shit, that trumpet player who has nothing to do is really enough!

In short, this area is very lively.

There were only two men in kimonos on the stage, one long and straight black, and one white-haired double ponytail, both of them twisting their hips with fans in both hands.

The wig suddenly snapped the fan in his right hand and hit Bachan's butt: "Hey! Twist me! Use a little force!"

Someone who was thinking about things didn't avoid it, nothing could be seen on his face, but a cold light appeared in the eyes of the dead fish: "Wig, let's talk about your first experience!"

"Ah, ah, it's actually nothing. The first time I went to women's clothing, the reason was to go to a hospital to get news, so I had to dress up as a nurse..."

"Can't the doctor work?"

"Well-winded! Do you want to listen?"

"OK! Watch me turn around..."

The white-haired double ponytails, who turned around in a coquettish place, made a respectful look.

"Ah, that bastard bought me a pair of white silk!"

Kotaro Katsura is still worried about it, with a grinning face: "I obviously like black silk the most, but he took a pair of white..."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the twitching Bachan suddenly opposed, and sternly opposed: "Is the white silk bad? Black silk is the evil way!"

"what?"

The wig looked at the mentally retarded expression, and curled his lips disdainfully: "Are you a man? Black stockings must be the best! Not only can the male legs be covered perfectly, but because of visual errors, how black is it? You have to look thin too, you idiot!"

"Do you have a problem with your brain?"

Being scolded as an idiot, Bajiang said that he couldn't accept it. His eyes were staring, and he didn't smile: "Black stockings make people think of dirty breasts and plump buns at a glance. This is vulgar. , Shameless, something that should be sold to Africa! How good and pure the white silk is, especially the little girl—"

"Lolicon?"

The violent Bachan threw away the folding fan in his hand. It seemed that the folding fan that was hitting the wig was because he had no correct head. It flew towards the shaggy fake lady who was still scratching her head and smiling. The face of the bastard playing the trumpet.

I saw him rolling up his sleeves, looking angrily, but in fact he still walked towards the gloomy wig blankly: "I think you have watched too many small movies like Yujie! You have been vulgar. Cultural pollution!"

The unwilling wig also rolled up his sleeves and sneered: "What a joke, I am shouldering the heavy responsibility of saving the country. There are many lolicons in this country! Many damn lolicons! I'm saving the country! "

"I would rather Japan be occupied by Taiwan than to be saved by you, a heresy who can jump!"

"Say I can dance? Look at yourself. You don't even have the most basic spirit. How do you look at your listless picture like a dead fish eye from the aquatic market? Knowing what is meant by not showing up in a house, how can you show the world? ?"

"You know an egg! Listlessness and dead fish eyes are my cuteness and selling point..."

The two of them fought and even got off the stage.

Bajiang stepped on the gong that hit the gong, and the flying gong instantly "clammed" and kissed the face of a security guard who heard the sound.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

It was still a smooth and gentle voice than Qigu's style.

The wig looked very angry, holding his sleeve and not letting go, while pulling back, the center of gravity was unstable and tripped on a wire, and the microphone on the shelf flew to another hole like eyes. Protected by powerful sunglasses... below.

"Patter..."

Xuexia Xuena, who was frying eggs at home, smashed an egg and put it in a pan...

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Reasonable bastard, if you don't complain, I have no motivation. You are so lazy, it will make me lazy.

The seventeenth chapter dare to catch Lao Tzu's crack!

Okay, let’s talk about the situation. We fought at the pseudo-mother custom shop.

It's nothing more than a fight between two people. The problem is that they fight and leave, roll and roll, and involve other people in the shop. Whether it is a colleague or a guest, they are inexplicably confused when they persuade or pass by. But I couldn't find who did it, so everyone scuffled into a ball...

Poke your eyes, poke your nostrils, pull your mouth...

In short, most people seemed to have been infected by a virus called anger, and rolled up their sleeves.

The scene was chaotic for a while and couldn't be controlled.

If quarreling is based on text skills, lung capacity, and shamelessness, then a scuffle like this kind of disheveled depends on the shamelessness of the vagina and the sharpness of the nails. In short, whether it is a quarrel or a fight, it is common. The point is that you can’t have a face.

"What is the face?"

In the noodle restaurant next to the custom shop, Higiya and Katsura Kotaro sat opposite each other.

Hachiman-kun covered his face with his right hand and kept rubbing, because he didn't know who was punched by him, and he was a little swollen.

At this moment, he still has a solemn and serious face. He has taken off his kimono and changed back to casual clothes, looking like a high school student with a staid life.

A staid high school student who just had a fight with a bad boy.

He looked at Kotaro Katsura who was eating noodles indifferently: "I don't think the face is any important thing. Even if I get beaten into a pig's head, it doesn't mean that I am a pig, so I don't care about the swollen face. "

Gui "sucked" and took a sip of the soba noodles. It felt great. It was strange to hear his companion say: "You don't care about it. What are you staring at me for? I didn't do it."