My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"I know you either like to scratch people with your claws, or you like to wash the floor with bombs, you really haven't used your fists much."

Bajiang was not in a good mood at first, but when he thought of the heavy pile of money in his pocket, he became happy again, so seeing the handsome face under the long black hair on the opposite side became more unpleasant, and his voice was slightly cold: "Fight. It's shameless, but why do you protect your face every time you fight?"

Gui Huan happily eats the noodles, and the chopsticks holding the noodles put them down awkwardly: "Because... Well, I am not a small person after all, Bajiang."

Hachiman-kun expressed his understanding that the biggest rebel leader in Japan is indeed not a small person.

The wig looked at him and suddenly sighed enviously: "After all, I am a person with a head and a face, so not only IQ is important, but my face is also important."

"So little people like me who just mix at home and school don't have to have a face, right?"

Biqigu sighed faintly: "I find that you are really getting shameless, sometimes even shameless than me... When you faked in the store just now, you actually took advantage of the chaos and smashed the faces of those dead ladyboys. With a slap, he pushed it onto the black pig."

The meaning of this sigh is very complicated. It is not only gratified at the wig’s magical hand speed, but also shocked at the shamelessness of the other party: "And how did you come up with this plan to exploit the spring loopholes?"

Drilling holes...cough, it means the same thing as grasping the handle.

Kotaro Katsura ignored him, or he was unwilling to answer this question, but ate the noodles snoringly, because the facial paralysis and dead fish eyes were not as cute as the soba in the bowl.

The teacher didn’t think the noodles in the bowl were so cute. He looked out the window. There was a loli who seemed to be in the sixth grade of elementary school or just in junior high school...

"so cute?"

The questioning Gui extended his head. He noticed that his companion had been watching the door, so he followed with curiosity.

Then he looked disappointedly on the black long straight loli who was suspected of being a primary school student, and sighed more disappointedly: "What is so good about Bai Si?"

Still on this topic, the teacher gave him a cold look: "Where do people who have never studied in college know the benefits of white silk wrapping their feet?"

The wig that was poked in the pain point raised his eyebrows: "It sounds like you are going to college?"

Bajiang glanced at Lolita who seemed to be walking away outside, lowered her head and ate noodles, and then replied, "No, I don't go to college, I like college to come to me."

"Is there a difference?"

"Yes."

The boy who put down his chopsticks stood up and walked towards the black long straight loli, his voice fell into Katsura Kotaro's ears.

That is a good word.

"The content of going to college is nothing more than three meals a day, and being in college is one day, three meals, there is a big difference..."

………………

It needs to be stated that I am not Lolicon.

Because since I was little, the only loli I came into contact with was Komachi. First of all, Lolicon became a lolicon because he knew the benefits of loli, but I didn’t know anything.

Not to mention the benefits of loli, I don't even know the benefits of men.

So what kind of mentality did he use to help this seemingly separated Hei Changzhi?

I figured out this question many years later.

The reason is very simple, because ah, the white silk under her black skirt and the shape of the calf are awesome!

"Boy, your legs..."

The guy with a pair of dead fish eyes squatted down in front of the little girl. There was no smile on his face. He just stared straight at the girl’s legs, swallowed his saliva, and cleared his throat: "Your legs There seems to be a little bug..."

How do you say this loli in front of her should be twelve or thirteen years old, black and straight. Although her face is panicked, the arrogance between her brows looks extremely funny in her childishness.

She stepped back a little, folded her hands on her chest, and immediately looked down.

By the way, I don't wear the same cute line as the white silk, but a black skirt, which is very different.

So cute.

"Ah-ah!"

The first sound was panic, the second was a sigh of relief.

Hachiman-kun blinked: "Oh, it turned out to be black ink. My brother has a vision problem. I thought it was a bug. I'm really sorry, little sister."

The little girl who was falsely alarmed whispered: "Well, don't buy a pair of glasses, and it's really scary..."

The Bamou, whose complexion turned cold all of a sudden, became annoyed. At this time, Kotaro Katsura settled the bill. He came out from the inside and saw him squatting in front of the other girl with a cold expression. He curiously asked: "You What are you talking about?"

Biqigu stood up and turned around. Just about to talk, he suddenly realized that the kid with an indifferent face was holding his leg tremblingly. He looked terrified, as if he had hit a ghost...

The wig was even more shocked: "What's the situation?"

Biqigu pondered for three seconds, looked at his friend, and it became clear instantly.

Because, Kotaro Katsura didn’t know what kind of mentality he had. He hasn’t removed his makeup until now. He is still in the pink women’s kimono. His handsome face is covered with white flour and the purple lipstick is falling down. Just now, the heat of the noodle soup spread as soon as it was cold.

And the sound is also a standard bass male, so in the eyes of children, it is either a female ghost or a perverted ladyboy.

So Bajiang indifferently took the little girl's hand away from her hip flap... Damn, it hurts!

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Oh ha yo

Rest

Take a break, take a sip of tea, and think about life.

I'm probably going to realize it...

Dirt comes out of my heart

To accept your own destiny

I groaned alone~ for a long time

That foot could have been on the floor

But it's on his face

He groaned alone~ for a long time

In the other half of the dream

We are busy playing with the stones on the ceiling again

The food left by the devil has oil