My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

After avoiding that ecstasy kick, Hachiman-kun clapped this hand and stood up with a cool gesture: "Don't bother if you are still practicing."

The student named Xiao Cai waved his hand quickly: "It's okay, I just take a break now, and I will continue to practice later."

Yubihama was a little worried: "You practice tennis every day like this, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's something I like after all!"

Xiao Cai laughed very well, at least Bajiang glanced more.

"My sister also likes baseball very much. She always tells me that you have to stick to what you like-Oh, by the way, Bi Qigu's tennis is pretty good."

Hachiman frowned slightly, why did this man open his eyes and talk nonsense?

I said that I have no affection for the ball!

And it seems to be familiar to me.

He spoke slowly: "Friend, who are you?"

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I am preparing the first copy.

How about Fate's Sora?

Is it very interesting?

Chapter 32 I tried the feel and it feels pretty good

So embarrassing!

It's really embarrassing.

I saw a cute guy, a sports girl with short silver hair, big eyes when talking, and a pink cheek on both cheeks. If I didn't have a sister, I might confess to her on the spot.

——Don’t think that an upright and serious high school student like me doesn’t want to fall in love, or go on a trip that just says nothing!

What is love for?

To get married!

What is the purpose of getting married?

Succession?

——This is an important purpose, other than that?

"Find someone who likes you, and then slowly fall in love with her in the days to come-in fact, the so-called marriage is to find a solace in the soul and the body, not how sacred."

Of course, the best candidate is still in junior high school and will have a long time in Japan.

Ah, speaking of it, Komachi is in a bad mood recently. Is it the aunt?

No, there are still a few days to say...

Turning that thought in his heart, Higiya looked at Saika Totsuka in front of him, his rigid face was not concealed with embarrassment: "You--are you in the same class as me?"

Xiao Caijia touched her right cheek, seemingly shy: "Well, just sit in front of Mr. Biqigu..."

Shonen Lang, who opened his mouth to hold a cherry, was surprised and speechless, and it took a long time to recover.

Eh?

Simada?

There is still this number in the class?

It doesn't make sense, I don't know what to say!

I am dead fisheye but not glaucoma!

"what--"

Even if Biqigu didn't pay attention to the whole school's teachers and students, it was a little bit awkward at this time: "Ah, ah, I don't have much communication with the girls in my class."

Yubihama opened his mouth to speak.

Xiao Caijia's eyes wandered, and she covered half of her face with a towel, her voice still soft: "Um...well, I'm a boy."

"..."

A gust of wind blew the hair of the three of them, and the silence was also blown away.

Biqigu wiped his face, feeling that today’s wind is a bit arrogant, he stood up, stretched out his sinful hands in the surprised eyes of the two people, touched Totsuka Saika’s chest, and squeezed it twice. He rubbed it again, glanced at the other's crotch from top to bottom, and moved his fingers.

...It's better to resist the urge to touch the third one.

"I believe it."

He turned around and left here, leaving a desolate and lonely back for the two who were still in shock...

It's too embarrassing.

He was really a boy.

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"Euni...sauce?"

Komachi fell into a troubled situation as soon as he returned home tonight.

She was hugged.

She was hugged tightly by her Ernie sauce.

The high school student who usually has a dead face is now speaking incoherently: "You know what I met a cute boy today..."

The girl arched her round head in his arms: "That's great, did you finally become friends?"

"No, I never want to see him again!"

The spirit was hurt, and the dead fish who was almost brought into the pit by Lucifer shook his head with lingering fear: "Damn..."

Komachi didn't know what was going on, but he didn't ask too much, let him hold it, and the warmth in O'Neill's arms was already very comfortable.

I got the physical and mental comfort from my sister, and I felt that Bajang, who was energetic again, volunteered to cook, saying that I bought a fish tonight and wanted to make a golden fried fish for a full feast of the Han and the Chinese — and fooled the Japanese.

But after a while, his humming sounded in the kitchen.