My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

The adult man covered his heart in pain: "What should I do, dogs and cats, it's hard to choose between both..."

It's actually very simple, you see where there is more meat!

The cat is not tasty at all, so please don't hurt him.

"There are meat balls on both sides and they are all fluffy, ah, what should I do? No matter which side of the meat balls, I don't want it to disappear!"

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... Meatball, your sister!

Well... it's not bad to say that, the meatballs are really cute, better than the meatballs.

Whether it is Saya in Japan or Tai Sui in China, it is not a comfortable thing.

"...The so-called Bushido is to see through life and death even if you are surrounded by meat balls!"

"If Bushido is such a thing, then I would rather choose to cut my belly and kill myself!"

what!

Who told me about my complaints——ah, it's Dahe. At this moment, she seems to have regained her former vitality and strength, and she is arguing with her wig.

The two men looked at each other tacitly.

"Sister Gui, isn't your hair really a wig?"

Mr. Katsura Kotaro washes his hair every day. He is super baby with long hair, and he never uses conditioner. He is born with good hair. At one time, two people thought it was a wig.

"Not sister, it's Gui!"

The long-haired man corrected it habitually, and then said to the waiter who came by: "A bowl of soba, thank you."

Nima, who completely ignored her face, turned her head and talked to Bachan: "I told you that all people who call me a'wig' are blind. Take a look, which one of such good hair looks like a wig?"

"That, guest..."

The waiter was hesitant to speak, his expression very embarrassed.

Biqigu kicked him: "Hey."

Gui looked back, his face changed, "Don't put mustard, thank you."

"That one……"

The waitress looked at them weirdly: "Um, I'm sorry, we don't sell soba noodles here..."

………………

"Then talk about their respective tasks."

Bajiang elaborated on her mission with a serious expression, and then was despised by the other two.

"Sure enough... damn Lolicon!"

"Ah, Bajiang, you can't have a girlfriend like this."

Speaking of his girlfriend, Yawata didn't care: "It's okay, Komachi is already fourteen..."

"I really want to mess with your sister, you!"

Even the frantic noble son thinks this person is really a ghost, and has been implementing the terrible "sister development plan" since he was a child, and now it seems that it is the harvest season.

"I will call you more than Qigu ghost animal from now on..."

The long-haired man shook his head and looked at Dahe, who was thinking of something, and felt his head was bigger.

"Then, my task is to make more and more boys like women's clothing..."

"..."

One is to make the world a loli, and the other is to make the world a women's dress-this world is really going to end.

Kotaro Katsura said solemnly: "I have considered it, and Da Moe God has given a very high evaluation."

Aizaka Dahe immediately jumped up: "Dameng should be sent to the factory for repairs! How can there be such a task!"

"indeed so."

Hachiman-kun squeezed his chin and frowned in thought: "The difficulty of this task is indeed much easier than mine, and I also have a Totsuka Saika... wig, you have a lot of ideas, please stay in hospital with me."

"Nani! You guys—"

The only normal woman was completely unable to complain. She pouted a little, her eyes were dumb, speechless like a Buddha.

…There are two perverts around her that make her really stressed.

A lolicon, a female fetish...

She didn't know that there was someone who was both a lolicon and a womanish.

If you know it, I guess I will eat two less bowls of rice tonight.

"Now, Dahe, what is your mission?"

The little girl who was suddenly asked was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, like a tiger's tail on her ass being stepped on, she flicked up, her expression panicked: "Uh... Uh, that means, me, you just— —Elegant Butterfly!"

The sword eyebrows that are smoother than Qigu have become Shun Bazi...

The wig also looked on as if seeing the pseudo-mother custom shop closed down, and was unspeakably horrified: "...what's the situation with her?"

"You were bitten by a sow before you came, and you've been in such a state that it will flow out at any time, forget it."

Yawata turned his head boringly: "It must be some boring missions mixed with girls' hearts, and Haruhi has always covered her. There shouldn’t be any major problems. It’s still early, so I suggest you go nearby to play in the afternoon. Play and relax."

Kotaro Katsura took a bowl of soba noodles bought from outside, and whispered to the waiter: "Thank you."

Hachiman stared at the bowl of noodles in front of him and frowned.

The look of the wig changed slightly, and his right hand was guarding the bowl, like a grasshopper protecting food-please forgive me for not being able to find any interesting metaphors.

"I'm not trying to grab your noodles, you know I don't like to eat noodles, whether it's wide or thin..."

If anyone interprets wide noodles and fine noodles as milfs and virgins, I will call the police!

Too bad you guys!

"The color on this side... I'm afraid it has been left for a long time."