My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

But, this life is in Japan...

Tell me, the Japanese don't see the fantasy fairy with a strong Chinese style?Can't see the romance of the Qin and Han Dynasties, Wei and Jin?

Okay, you said that Japanese teenagers love the Three Kingdoms deeply, but wait for them to open the book and read-eh?Shouldn't Zhang Xi be a sissy...

Don’t mention any ghost light novels, traditional literati don’t know what it is—plus in the middle of the middle school era, when I wanted to write a mystery novel that Japanese people would love to see, I met Haruhi in a dream. ...

So, don't mention everything.

(Actually, I want to use this section to open the Xiazhiqiu Shiyu Line. After all, I write novels. Maybe I can put it together... Believe it or not?)

I say this for only one purpose, and that is not to be lower than Kegu Hachiman’s literary literacy (nonsense, can be a good car — no, the old imam who can pass the scriptures is naturally not so low), so he is now It's a headache to see Mr. Timberza's set.

This guy, how can I say, the set collection is done a lot, the characters are very detailed, but the plot is really hard to say.

Speaking of Chiba’s black cat, it seems to be the same problem. There is also a male dead house who only likes to draw cute girls, do games and make music.

Oh, what are you looking at!I am talking about you!

Give me a good oriental novel!

Or another animation of several hundred episodes...

"...The secret sword'Nothingness' that ends the war can destroy the opponent's skills and spells, and the opponent will die?"

Biqigu's eyes moved: "I said, is this the setting of my Hachiman Great Bodhisattva?"

Cai Muzuo looked smug: "Thank me, you can let your name appear on this..."

"Zhong Er disease just likes this kind of inexplicable and unreasonable ability. It's not as good as the big cracking technique named Deng..."

"...?"

It looks like behind the glasses of presbyopic glasses, the white-haired fat man no longer has any proud eyes, he can only press his lips tightly, and his eyes seem to be crying...

Hachiman patted this guy on the shoulder, and suddenly looked at Yukinoshita: "Hey, that one over there!"

After being fought in the cold by Yukoshita for several days, he was also a little temperamental. Instead of calling his name, he called "Hey", "this one" and "that one". Xuexia didn't know how to deal with it, so he was silent. Pretend to be deaf.

Just like now, Yui caught in the middle was embarrassed, and gently grabbed his friend's sleeve and shook it: "Koyuki?"

Her Koyuki only answered with her eyes, but she didn't speak, and her frowning brows were never loosened, causing Yui to rub her hands away: "What's wrong with you, Koyuki?"

"No, there are some things that I care a little bit about."

Yukoshita whispered, "I am not the first in this exam..."

"Eh?"

Tuanzi cried out in surprise, she knew she was a good friend.

Except for the chest, the deviation value is the first in the school. Such a powerful student was overturned this time. She curiously asked, "Do you know who is the first?"

"I do not know now."

Xuexia faintly stroked her long hair: "I'll check it out."

The demeanor of being the daughter of a parliamentarian was so naturally revealed.

Yawata, who was looking at her lips, smiled, and then the volume increased a little: "Hey, that minister, the old man is going to write you as a snow girl..."

The Minister turned his head and scanned the two boys coldly and stopped moving...

"Well, I think the setting of Xue Nu is quite reasonable, no matter how much better than the female ghost hanging around the toilet..."

Zamuzu, who didn't know anything, looked innocent.

"... As for the character of the Snow Girl, I tell you it is actually a pure and cold appearance, but actually a charming stunner."

"Patter!"

The Minister had no expression on his face, but the end of the pencil in his hand was broken...

"...Think about it, old man, do the snowman get more water as he flies?"

Ti Muzuo blushed, and he kept showing the innocence that belongs to a fat man: "...Whoever it is, there is more and more water, right?"

——Innocent your grandma!

In the increasingly cold atmosphere, Yahata changed the subject wittily: "Let’s talk about the plot, then, the plot you just mentioned is very thin, too thin, you can watch it in just a few minutes."

"Then what to do?"

Zamuza angrily twisted his over-large body on the stool: "If it's the plot, I can only think of this."

Biqigu's tone of the person who came over was serious and earnest: "I said, do you know the memory killing of the water plot?"

"……That is?"

"For example, in this paragraph, I took two watermelon knives from Nantianmen to Penglai 3rd Road. Just before I was about to smash this Xue Girl, I suddenly remembered her benefits..."

The barren chest of the snow girl sitting in the ministry began to fluctuate violently...

"At this time, you can recall one or two chapters-no, four or five chapters! Although skipping over and not watching it will not affect the plot at all, but everyone says that the plot needs this matter, not water..."

Please raise your hand if you are not wanted by Naruto...

After talking about the novel, they still have business in the afternoon.

Today is not just a day to learn about the results of the exam, but also a day of shelved projects and workplace apprenticeships started early.

After the lunch break, the students went to their desired workplace internship.

He doesn't need to go with Hayama Totsuka.

Hayama and the others went to Seaside Makuhari Station. There was a big central street and many company headquarters were there.

This full-fledged vision was as old and spicy as before, taking Totsuka and the jumbled things around him, heading toward there mightily.

It is unnecessary than Keiya Hachiman.

In the staff room, this guy was laughing thiefly, and he knew that he was stealing amusement at a glance. When Hiratsuka-sensei came in, the boy had recovered from his usual life.

Teacher Xiaojing is still as cute as ever. When sitting, she habitually cocked her legs. The young man wrinkled his nose and seemed to be able to smell the fragrance.

Jing Kao glared at him when she saw this action.

The standing Hachiman-kun was much taller than the seated Shizuka Hiratsuka, and his gaze followed the collar of the white shirt-but it was impossible. Xiaojing teacher was still unexpectedly conservative.