My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

There was no timidity under the gaze of the spectators. It seemed that he should be used to this gaze.

This habit, the woman beside me also has.

"That... Hachiman-kun, thank you."

Totsuka stood opposite me and looked away as if shy...

You shy ass!

Although I said to myself more than once in my heart: this guy is a man, this guy is a man...this guy takes it!Put!

But every time I saw him, I would subconsciously forget his gender.

This is not my romantic comedy!

Such a romantic comedy is absolutely cheating.

Totsuka Ayaka's gender is really pitted.

Fortunately, there is a beautiful girl beside me who can temporarily drag me out of Lucifer's embrace.

Thank you Xuexia.

Thank you for being sure to be a girl under the snow.

If she is also a long and straight cute and arrogant boy, then the world really has too much malice towards me.

"You made the ball just now on purpose?"

Yukoshita stood beside Higiya Hachiman, looking at him in surprise, "How accurate?"

The gangster threw the racket to Totsuka Ayaka and sneered: "So what I said, we can't lose at all..."

Yukino's expression is subtle: "I don't know at all, but what I know is that you have offended most people in the school."

"Are they human?"

"And you should be famous again in your class-after all, you humiliate a girl in this way."

The young man suddenly laughed and looked at Xuexia strangely: "What's the matter with your condescending kindness? I know that your kindness is when I am about to starve to death. You can't chew on the ribs by the side. ——Why, what do you think I did just now?"

Without waiting for Xuexia to speak, he said to himself: "First of all, it is possible to wipe the tennis ball anywhere during the game. I have not violated school rules and laws, and the word humiliation is impossible to talk about."

Xue Na frowned, this guy felt as if he would dare to commit as long as it wasn't a crime.

"Secondly."

Yahata took a deep breath and stood up straight. He was looking at her face: "As for the classmate problem you mentioned, there is actually no need to think about it. Not to mention that I have never had any desire to deal with people in my class before and now, even if I get along. Yes, who will remember who after the end of high school? Besides, you are also a lonely one. What kind of garlic do you put here?"

Yubihama moaned the corners of his lips as if he wanted to say something, but never spoke.

Totsuka Ayaka mustered up the courage: "Hachiman, you are like this... you will be isolated like this."

Both turned their heads and glanced at Totsuka at the same time.

The two raised eyebrows at the same time.

The silver-haired beautiful boy shivered like a frightened little rabbit, and even his legs and feet trembled.

"..."

I went to your uncle who looks so cute!

I'm not the only one who thinks this way. Many girls shout "Prince" or "Little Cai" on the outer edge of the tennis court.

Before I bend down, I will definitely force you this guy~ a hundred times a day!

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The old Gao with raised eyebrows under Xuexia, with an unexplained smile on his lips, said in a cold tone, "Prince?"

Xiao Cai, who was quite embarrassed by these words, shuddered even more...

Hachiman shrugged funnyly: "I just told a primary school student not long ago that isolation is relative. They isolate me, I naturally isolate them, and you have to make friends with the group of people who are still underage. I really can't do it without the handkerchief."

Yubihama suddenly looked at him sinisterly: "We are really sorry for you, autistic man, who are still in the underage thinking."

The big guy smiled at the girl wet, her face flushed with laughter: "No, you are different."

Yui's expression of "Ahhhhh, you have eyes" like this, and his face was darkened in the next sentence with a smile on his face.

"You are special in Yui. You are still in childhood and your brain is not fully developed yet."

At this moment, the beautiful boy with silver hair pouted and stood in front of him again, lowered his head and looked up-I beg you to stop such expressions and eyes from Totsuka!

Why does the heart suddenly beat so fast...

"that……"

This cute guy had two index fingers on his chest right, blushing: "You just said-talking about making friends, we... are we not friends?"

There was a terrible expression on his face, "If you dare to say it's not, I will cry for you."

What can he say?

What the fuck can you say?

Fortunately, Xuexia helped out.

The four of them were sitting on the benches next to the playground to rest and rest. Yukino kept frowning, not only disapproving of his adultism, but also uncomfortable with the result of today's game.

"Why do I feel like I won the game but actually lost?"

"Uninteresting statement."

The boy who handed the mineral water to Yubihama restored the former Furui Bubo between his eyes, solemnly rigid: "What is our goal? One hundred million this year? No, we are helping Totsuka improve his skills, as long as he improves. Yes, we even win."

Yui and Xiao Caijia didn't know what they were talking about. They just couldn't understand the conversation between the two men anyway, so they just said differently.

Xuexia glanced at him: "Only consequence?"

Mr. Lu Xun said: “China has always had very few failed heroes, few tough confrontations, few warriors who dare to fight alone, and few hangers who dare to cry traitors; exile."

In fact, my husband was not right. There have been many failed heroes in Chinese history, such as Xiang Yuran and Min Yuefei. Who wouldn't say that they are first-class heroes?

The warriors who dare to fight alone and overwhelm a country by one person have a lot of starting points in Feilu, as much as they need.

The sling of the crying traitor—except for the traitor’s relatives and friends, there is probably none.