My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Although it's the details, you still have to pay attention, especially if the lettuce hasn't been exposed to cold water first, it will become soft and rotten, which is not delicious."

"Bad sister..."

"Ok?"

Ms. Kawashima Ami looked at her suspiciously, not knowing why this guy used this name, but the dead fish eye suddenly looked over and made her a little fidgety.

"Yami is a bad sister who covers the sky! Don't let her sister have a say in the house, and don't let people use the kitchen! Only let the frail sister clean the toilet, mop the floor and chop wood, it is really bad..."

"When did I want you to clean the toilet? Chopping wood? What do you do with wood chopping in this era?"

Did not deny that she is her sister...

Hachiman smiled and watched them like a pair of sisters arguing, thinking that Dahe would not call in the middle of the night to say that he could not sleep...

(Friends, I can delete everything, right?)

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If someone reports it, this chapter may be deleted. In fact, I don't really understand the bottom line.

Yesterday, a reader said that the plot was boring. It looked like a fanci in the early starting point. It was a bit angry at first, but when I thought about it, it was clearly complimenting me. The quality of the humanities in the early starting point was not bad. Thank you for your praise.

I forgot to ask for a ticket yesterday, and the recommendation was reduced by half in an instant. Can I remember today, how about the recommendation?Yes?

Chapter 17 The main mission is opened-stay in the US and stay in the US!

Perhaps this is Mr. Biqigu's biggest embarrassment in more than ten years.

It was even more embarrassing than putting on a dress for the first time to accept the amazement of a group of dead houses at the Tokyo Summer Comic.

It was even more embarrassing than when I took off my pants and was hit by my sister when I first watched a small movie.

Embarrassment is a thing that accompanies us throughout our lives, only more embarrassing, not the most embarrassing.

Fortunately, he has a strong psychological quality, finished the meal calmly, and then sprinkled fish soup on his pants under the pretext of going into the bathroom again logically.

Miss Kawashima was sulking (who knows), she ran into her bedroom after eating, leaving only a table of dishes.

Dahe smiled sweetly at him, and then sneaked into his bedroom.

...

Do the dishes...

The lonely man washed the dishes and pots, cleaned the kitchen, went to the bedroom Dahe had prepared for him when he had nothing to do, and pushed open the balcony.

When I opened the balcony, I saw a somewhat dilapidated two-story residential building opposite. Someone also opened the window on the second floor of the residential building.

This is a south-facing two-story wooden building with windows facing south, that is to say, it is directly facing this building.

A high school boy with ferocious eyes was hanging clothes here, and his mouth was still muttering: "Damn the building, there is no sun..."

——There is indeed such a trouble. The sunlight is blocked, the washed clothes cannot be dried, and they become damp.

The most critical!

From then on, the smell of sunlight was no longer on the clothes.

How about my Wenqing sentence?

"……Yo?"

Out of courtesy, Higiya Hachiman still greeted each other in a friendly way. Although it looked like a bad look, it was as gentle as yourself, but it couldn't be fake at all!

...Look at you!

The teenager who was hanging clothes on the opposite side was looking up in surprise.

He saw a dumb-haired boy in pajamas greeting him...

That dead fish eye is an eyesore.

"Ouch."

The vicious high school student stammered and greeted him, feeling embarrassed. He said it was rare. Someone took the initiative to greet him, but he didn't expect the other party to say a word.

Hachiman-kun pondered slightly: "Your bangs... are so handsome."

"Ok……"

The boy with ferocious eyes seemed to turn his head shyly, the night wind blew the smooth bangs, his sharp eyes were full of panic, and his face was suspiciously blush...

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Early in the morning, sunny.

Today’s weather is pretty good. There is not the unbearable heat in the morning, and there is a cool breeze running through the streets.

Higiya Hachiman, standing in another high-end apartment near Shuangqiao Elementary School, looked at the electronic lock in front of the door, scratched his face in trouble, and was about to take out the wire.

A familiar voice made him look back.

"Sneaky blind fisheye, what are you doing?"

The boy looked back and found no one.

"Who is calling me?"

He turned around and muttered to himself: "Is it hell in the daytime?"

"Hi, you bully me as soon as you come!"

This time I heard it clearly, it was a little girl's voice, and it was very clear and crisp, very dissatisfied.

He looked back again this time, and then looked down.

Yes!

That is a little girl in a white gothic dress.

About twelve years old, the black is long and straight, and the front of the forehead is gathered in the sea. It looks more vigorous and vigorous than the neat bangs of the Ji style hairstyle.

The energetic Tsurumi Liumei is like this, like a white lilac that has not yet bloomed, standing in front of him with his hands on his back, his small chin raised proudly...

It feels like a little princess.

Just as Mr. Biqigu wanted to say hello to her, he suddenly heard such an inorganic voice in his mind.