My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Humph!"

Standing still stiff, sweaty on his face, the fat man with his hands on his chest let out a very reluctant laugh: "Speaking of our equal status, how about letting us seek the world again as we did in the past?"

"I am not interested."

"Don't say that, I—"

He saw very obvious expressions of disgust on the faces of the two girls. Sweat dripped from their faces, and their big mouths slumped into an "in" font...

[Picture: This is the fat guy] Link: https://novel-cdn.kuangxiangit.com/uploads/chapterimgs/13844170107/100129-36685.jpg

Xuexia helped him pick up the white paper on the ground and walked over and asked in a low voice, "What the hell is going on? What general is he? Jianhao?"

Yawata put the stack of white paper on the table: "It's just a second illness. You can understand it as acting according to your own settings. That's pretty much it."

His eyes looked at Yukino's face, and the cold expression suddenly thought of Tsurumi Rumi.

"His name is Yoshiki-not Ikki, it has the same name as Ashikaga Yoshiki, the thirteenth general of the Muromachi Shogunate."

The pink hair dumpling hid behind the snow in fear: "Then why are you related to him?"

"Probably because my name can be associated with the martial god of Qinghe Genshi, Hachiman Great Bodhisattva..."

Xue Nao looked at him in surprise: "I didn't expect you to understand quite clearly."

Bachan understood the hidden meaning of her surprise, and glanced at her mockingly: "I am not a second-year illness, and people like him who use past history as a second-year theme are far more than those who always dream of destroying the world. The countless idiots in the harem looked pleasing to the eye."

I am not a secondary disease, at least not now.

...Yes, at a certain time in the past, as a traverser, I once firmly believed that I definitely had some kind of super power or plug-in...

During that time I wrote "Diary of the Divine Realm", "Death Note", and "Government Report"...

Until one day, these eyes were developed, and then in a dream, he was making troubles with the gang of neuroses outside of the world, which made God hate the ghost.

Yes, I used to have a second grade!

However, many of these secondary two have become reality!

Now that it has been realized, it can't be regarded as the second disease, Biqigu thought this way, and when he looked up, he noticed that Xuexia had already stood in front of Zamuza...

The fat man's expression was very cramped, he didn't know where to put his hands, he could only dance in the air.

The girl had a serious look and a serious tone: "Your request is to cure the second illness - no, right?"

"Wow wow wow-"

The fat man turned his head hard to ask for help from the Great Bodhisattva Hachiman who was sitting in a daze. He was already quite stuttered: "We...I followed the oath, and came here all the way from thousands of miles away, that is noble—"

"It's me now talking to you!"

One sentence made this gentleman turn around stiffly, and laughed exaggeratedly after making a slight silence: "Wow ha ha ha ha... you really scared me."

"This way of speaking can be avoided!"

The fat man relaxes his nerves, lowers his head, completely defeated...

"So amazing, Xiaoxue..."

Hachiman looked at the girl in the sunset and looked at the expression on her face, admiring it very much.

He admired her calmness and calmness, which was rare in an impetuous high school student.

She is calm and indifferent. Although many are supported by her own family background, her nature is also proud and strong.

I only know that obedience to other people’s pink hair is not good, Aisaka Dahe is not good, even Komachi is not as good.

Except for the inexplicably confident woman in Haruhi.

"In short, just cure your disease, right?"

"...No."

Yahata patted the stack of paper on the table: "You can't cure the second illness at all. What he asked for should be the manuscript of the novel."

………………

The thing is like this.

Cai Muzuo wants to participate in a novel newcomer award, and he needs to read it in order to modify it.

"But I have no friends!"

The fat man said loudly to Hachiman, "That's it!"

Yukino sighed for a long time, feeling a pain in his head, covering his face to recall the sadness of this person's words: "It feels like you just said something very sad just now."

Yahata leaned in front of the window: "Sit back first and lower the resolution of your face... Isn't there a novel website? Can you just leave it there?"

"That won't work! Those people are too merciless!"

Yes, some people are crying and crying when they write an 800-character essay, but they can easily post a thousand-character long comment on other people’s work. The various pungent satires are analyzed at first glance. It makes sense, but it's all bullshit.

"Your mental endurance is the same as your physical flexibility, both need to be improved, but ah."

Bachan glanced at him pityingly, and met Xuenao's eyes again: "Compared to the nitpicking sprays on the Internet, Xuexia might be more merciless."

………………

In the sunset, he came out of school, and there was a manuscript of the novel written by Timberza in his bag.

One for each of the three—actually, the couple would give it away if they wanted to meet someone, but I guess they were too thin to make it.

The spring sunset is gentle and beautiful.

Biqigu looked at the school building behind him from a distance, and a famous saying emerged in his heart.

Look at a temple from a distance, look closer at the Chief Wu Gao, more than 400 nuns and more than 500 veterans.

A man like a teacher walked by, coughed, spit out sputum to the side of the road, and left casually.

Biqigu secretly rejoices that this society is not going to spit out and is about to be shot. Perhaps from one day onwards, a woman wearing a bra is a crime of mistress, and a man wearing underwear is a crime of harboring guns and ammunition.

The 17-year-old boy walked silently on the street holding a schoolbag, looking at the clouds in the sky.

A Rolls Royce drove in front of him.

In the car, someone silently watched his figure.