My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Beware of sudden death, busy people..."

"Hi, come! Your chicken..."

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In the afternoon, I went to Shuangqiao Elementary School and greeted the teacher Dabo named Baoyuan Jingzi. The other party warmly received him and gave him a quick talk about the general work content of the week.

It's nothing more than making up for the little devil with poor grades. Of course, he needs his dead fish eyes to deter those thorns.

Work is easy. The teachers in the staff room look pretty good, and some uncles also invited him to drink wine in the evening...

"Yeah!"

Yawata calmly and solemnly agreed: "Although I don't know what it means to drink flower wine, but since everyone is so enthusiastic, I must be okay with my girlfriends, right?"

"..."

The uncles remembered that there was still something to do at home at night, so they declined...

Teacher Kyoko, who was watching, smiled and said nothing.

After doing this, he walked slowly towards the Aisaka family.

Superior apartment-not a base apartment. Thank you, you need a special key for entering and exiting. Bajiang stood outside the gate and smiled coldly.

"None of these...I don't."

Yes, yes, although they have been to Tiger's house many times, it is equivalent to a stronghold of the SOS group in Chiba-but after all, it is a girl's home. It is still a bit unreasonable to give two big men keys or something.

The entrance to the first floor made of white marble is filled with silence that makes people quiet without knowing it.

On the right is the administrator room, but it seems that no one is there now.

The boy was standing outside the gate, looking at the automatic lock that needed a key, tilted his head for a moment, and skillfully took out a wire from his sleeve.

A young woman was ten steps behind him. Mr. Biqigu seemed to have not noticed at all. Just like opening the door, he inserted the wire into the keyhole and turned...

Then, the door opened so easily.

He just opened it unscientifically...

...I think the door lock manufacturing industry in Japan needs self-examination.

The young woman didn't see the wire in his hand, but was a little puzzled that the man was so good-natured: "Classmate, are you new here?"

The boy pushed the door open and smiled cordially...

If several people in the ministry saw this smile, they would definitely think they were either stupid or blind.

"No, my girlfriend lives here."

They greeted a few words, and the boy walked into the elevator in a familiar way and stopped on the second floor. The big red carpet in a big hotel was visible.

At the end of the corridor, there is only one door...

In other words, the second floor of this Bourgeois building is the Aizaka family.

All are the territory of the cute tiger in the palm of the hand alone!

"Every time I come here, I am deeply shocked by the little tyrant's aura. Even the Maybach of the Xuexia family can't do that."

He rang the doorbell, but no one opened the door. He remembered that Dahe should be boring to spend time at school now.

Once again, the teenager who opened the door in an abnormal way entered the room and looked at the decorations that he had seen several times. Whether it was white wallpaper, primary color wood floors, or indirect lighting, they were all tasteful.

But this is not what he paid attention to. He stared at the foggy glass door with solemn eyes.

Behind this door is the weight of life that was once impossible for him and Kotaro Katsura to face...

Yawata took a deep breath, then held his breath and opened the door...

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Collection is plummeting in an avalanche!

I'll go to see Moban to comfort myself, it's so sad!

Fanwai-a day to ward off barbarians

——I am as lonely as a stray dog.

Edo-Well, it's called Tokyo in current terms.

What attracts me most in Tokyo is not Shibuya and Akihabara, but Kabukicho.

——I have always suspected that Kabukicho in Japan is actually the place where men look for flowers and ask willows. In fact, Kabukicho is just a place name.

Kabukicho, Shinjuku District.

There are many karaokes, game halls, DVD stores, small movie theaters, specialty bars, exciting nightclubs, as well as love hotels, sex shops, and adult products daily use...

After all, isn't this the fucking place to find flowers and ask Liu?

A long-haired monk in a gray cloth monk robe walks on the street with a Zen stick in his hand, wearing a hat on his head.

It is about seven o'clock in the morning.

When a monk hits a bell one day, and a prostitute hits a monk one day, Japanese monks with wine and meat abound, but at this time it is unique to start prostitutes.

The girls, all of them blonde, don't know if they are dyed or born, they are graceful, with smiles wandering in the streets of Kabukicho, light or dark.

It is said that that is a very famous street girl.

The beautiful young girls scratch their heads and pose, of course you can understand that they are doing morning exercises...

According to the regulations of the local city office, in fact, most of them can only perform art but not sell themselves. They can only accompany the guests to drink, sing, and drink tea. They can only escort, but in the process, there is no lack of taking the opportunity to wipe oil and lift the skirt to touch the tender thighs. .

There are also women who sell themselves. They are in certain red-light districts and are strictly managed. This kind of store is called a shop-it is said that most of them are controlled by the local "company"... It is said that gangsters are suspected of being involved in the crime.

The money earned by the sleeping ladies is usually divided between 82% in the store, while the book guest and I are divided between 64%...

At this time, another girl ran from a distance. She was carrying a few food boxes and seemed to bring breakfast for everyone.

"Ah, it's so slow, you go to seduce those hangover drunks again?"

"Sorry sorry!"

The girl who brought the breakfast folded her hands to apologize, and smiled: "Because I was helping my grandmother across the street when I went, I was a little delayed-although the reason is very old-fashioned, but you look at my expression and the sweat on my forehead, quite convincing. Power!"