My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Fructose or condensed milk?"

"Sugar."

Dressed very elegantly and noblely, the short-haired beauty with a small leather bag frowned unswervingly. When she saw a handsome little brother pushing her away, her expression was a little awkward: "Little friend, do you know what a gentleman is?"

The waiter put a small bottle of sugar in front of him: "Please use it."

Biqigu ignored the woman, but scooped it carefully with a spoon, took another sip, and frowned, "Um... too sweet."

"How about some vinegar?"

"Or salt is also okay... of course, if you can, just have another cup."

The boy seemed to smile embarrassedly: "That's really embarrassing."

The long-haired male waiter wiped the glass and looked at him blankly: "It's okay, anyway, I won't go and pick you up another glass, blindfold."

Standing outside the soft light, the man who carefully wiped the goblet had long hair, and his handsome face like a wealthy man attracted the attention of many women even if he was unsmiling.

Yesterday in the maid cafe, this person wore a maid costume and called out the name "Dog Xiu Jin Sa" to some dead otaku who came to experience without any psychological obstacle.

I am here again today, wearing a white shirt and black waiter's outfit, with a small black bow tie on his chest.

Japan’s biggest rebel, and probably the most abnormal women's clothing lover, Katsura·Sao Man·Kotaro raised his eyebrows: "Why do you always meet you?"

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Today, there are more than nine thousand words, nearly ten thousand. I am like this. What about your sincerity?

Because it's the weekend, and some people say that the style of painting has changed, I have to post an extra chapter to prove it!

I am going to write a small Nagato fan, I don’t know what you suggest

Chapter 83: There must be musical beauty when speaking

"It seems to be Richard's tune, but my love for the piano is like a cat likes chewing bones-ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."

The atmosphere is not harmonious,

The atmosphere was awkward.

He was wiping the glass while telling cold jokes.

He opened his mouth,

I saw the tooth,

Is just such a wig,

Hahaha in the soft lighting and elegant melody.

…………

In this kind of place where the upper-class people often come and go, a long-haired male waiter is mocking his face with a sneer that he thinks is funny and funny, and he just hahas a few times with his own bgm.

Higiya Hachiman is accustomed to such remarks, so it seems natural and grinning in cooperation, but the mature beauty with short hair beside her smiles very reluctantly...

What are they talking about?

Is Richard funny?

Why didn't I see a smile?

She covered her red lips lightly and smiled gracefully and calmly, even though her smile felt reluctant to herself, that she had to take a sip of the snowball gently: "Eh, brother, can you give me a shot? It’s my position."

Higiya Hachiman seemed to have only discovered such a person and looked over in surprise: "Why are you still here?"

"..."

This woman showed an aggrieved look...

Hachiman rubbed his eyes and seemed to see Yukoshita Yukino, whom Ka-kun disliked.

"It's too much..."

Just now, the girl who was a high school girl with a malicious and cute expression sat beside him generously, with her cheek in her hand and looking at him sideways, especially her eyes became like waves: "What do you call it, brother? ."

Biqigu was slightly silent: "My name is Kotaro Katsura...waiter, let's have a cup of Long Island Iced Tea."

"I reject!"

The real Kotaro Katsura remained unmoved, still wiping the cup, which was almost torn by him: "The man actually drinks Long Island iced tea? You still drink milk tea, do you want to add some iodized salt?"

The wig is still unsmiling and looks cool. It seems that only cold jokes in this world can poke this person's smile: "Also, I'm called Katsura Kotaro."

"Hurry up and get the wine, your long hair!"

"The principle of voluntary market, I don't want to sell to you now..."

The conversation between the two caused the woman to chuckle.

There is a kind of woman whose position is called "cute and charming villain", with smooth black hair, fine and transparent snow-white skin, and a correct and delicate appearance.

The dress is based on white, and the fluttering lace trim feels very fluffy, just like her short shoulder-length hair. Although the exposure is not low, the overall feel is incredibly elegant.

The rare appearance that seemed to radiate brilliance showed a sincere smile...

Compared with this woman, Yumiko Miura's current charge is like a kid playing in the mud.

Just like her name, the sun in the sky radiates warm and even scorching radiance around it, but in essence it is looking down at everyone indifferently.

"Are you friends?"

The voice is also of the kind that is crisp and pleasant to the ear, it feels like a middle school student's voice is mature, in the eyes of others, it is incredible perfect, but in the eyes of these two people, they are not in harmony.

"Well, we are friends."

Kotaro Katsura still went to mix drinks obediently. This man's skills are really terrifying. When acting as a nurse or acting as a monk, he knows all kinds of abuses by the gang of beggars. What it looks like, the bartender is of course not a problem.

Hachiman pointed to the long-haired back, and spoke solemnly to the woman beside him: "Are you seducing him?"

The smile that had just gotten up naturally reluctantly and stiffened again: "Wh, what...You are really speechless, little brother, does sister look like that kind of person?"

The temperament has changed again, becoming the kind of big sister next door, who is lightly angry because of your recklessness, but will always be tolerant and gentle in the end.

"I care about who you are..."

Hachiman's expression remained unchanged: "You have been looking at us since we came in. Although you don't know who you are looking at, it won't be a good thing to think about it."