My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Your mother's brokerage company is not a good thing either. Instead of trying to find a way to stop this behavior, it lets you, the victim, hide away."

Yamei laughed at herself: "How did you know the distress of being a model and being a public figure? My mother would never offend the agency for such small things for work."

"You may need a enthusiastic agent..."

"But... I never thought he would follow this side..."

She hugged her knees and whimpered, her usual stability and pride shattered like glass, turning into drops of tears: "...I'm so scared! Leave your parents and stop working until the matter is over. I stayed overnight at my relatives’ house without anyone protecting me. I can only buy a lot of things to eat every day. You see, the fat on my stomach..."

The boss damply stopped her wanting to expose her belly, and listened to her continuing to say: "If it weren't for pressure reduction in those days, Ami would be crazy...If it wasn't for Aisaka, if it wasn't for Dahe— —"

There was a slight smile on her sad face: "I really, really look forward to relying on that palm tiger."

The boy did not speak, but rubbed her hair, and the damp hair gradually became messy like a chicken coop in the palm of her hand.

"Don't call the police?"

"It's useless, there is no evidence that the police would not care about this kind of thing..."

Kawashima Ami glanced outside in fear. The man was still wandering there, not knowing whether he was hiding from the rain or continuing to look for Ami: "Let's... wait a little longer, Aye!"

The little sneeze was filled with a sense of loss for the future, and even a hint of despair, it seemed that as long as the man was in one day, she could not live a normal life.

This Kawashima Ami... is not the Ami I know.

"I'm not interested in spending time with you here."

The boy stood up in her astonished gaze, with some pity and sarcasm: "A mere stalker makes you so neurotic, Ami Kawashima, to be honest, your courage is so small that it surprises me, my parents? Parents? Relatives? The police? The best thing you should do when those are unreliable is to be ready to fight anytime, anywhere!"

The young man's voice gradually agitated, and the stalker's gaze came over.

"What's the use of escaping? Don't think that I can't stand talking. Everyone has failures and setbacks in their lives. You have to compromise, but you can't escape! People who evade reality will end up in false fantasy... …"

He lowered his eyes, as if he didn't want to look at her such a shameless look again: "If it were Dahe, she would definitely pounce on it recklessly now. A few pieces of meat from that man!"

"I have a good friend who said that no matter how weak a person is, if he is forced to go nowhere, he will either choose to destroy himself or silently take out a sharp blade and arm it into the sharpest fangs. Human beings are This creature."

He touched Ameimei’s wet head again, as if he was touching the Kajun at home: “When you encounter painful things, you can only deceive your feelings to live. It’s like you fart cleverly in class without being caught by your classmates. It’s the same, even if others don’t know, but you feel embarrassed!"

"Chihuahua, you have no other way. The last way is the best way. So either just squat here and be a counselor for a lifetime, or you rush over. No matter what the result is, you can get out of your breath."

After saying this, he rushed into the rain and walked straight to the man who was still looking for something. The other party seemed to notice him.

Kawashima Ami across the rain curtain, saw Yahata and the other party seem to say a few words, and then punched them in the face without saying anything...

Ami stared at the young boy's figure in a daze, her tears blurred, and the air was full of depressive odors, and then she started crying pitifully, her voice trembling.

"I've had enough……!"

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Sunchang thanked the origami boss for his great reward, I feel a little bit embarrassed if I don't increase it.

Then, I try to add one more?

They are all ordered so fast...

Ah, I will skip back to the next chapter of staying in the United States, first ask for a wave and recommend a monthly pass for the blade, that's right!One wave is a noun...

Chapter 33 After the storm, there must be a plot that you like to hear

Later, I finally realized in tears that some people will not come back to white once it gets dark.

--Inscription

"What is Kung Fu?"

One after another, round water drops fell from the sky, and burst into tens of thousands of tiny water droplets when they landed.

The wet seventeen-year-old hit the opponent's cheek with a punch.

"Oh--"

The stalker screamed sternly, and stumbled back, covering his face.

Biqigu, who succeeded in one blow, took advantage of his body and kicked the opponent's abdomen.

"Woo-"

The man in extreme pain groaned in disbelief, still holding the camera tightly with his right hand, and running into the rain with his left hand covering his face.

"Kung Fu, two words, one horizontal and one vertical. Wrong, fall down; right, stand. Are you right?"

Physical skills can bully the so-called "trained" like Hiratsuka Shizuka, and it is even more so that a weak chicken like a stalker who is in his twenties but looks like a bean sprouts.

Yawata looked back at Ami Kawashima, who was still standing still, sighed inwardly, and then pursued the man who had fled in a hurry.

Inside the bicycle shed, Ami Kawashima, who was holding her hair tightly, bit her lip, and muttered in a tone of crying.

"Why do I have to be treated like this? It's all that guy's fault! Make everything mess up!"

There was no one to comfort her, not even anyone who ridiculed her. If Aizaka was here, she would laugh loudly at her weakness and incompetence, and then drag her to find each other for a fight.

"Because of that inexplicable guy, I have to suspend work, have to move, or even transfer... It's not the same in the end! What is this? No matter where I escape, he will chase after... What is he going to do!"

Yameimei’s voice became louder and louder, and her tone of voice became sharper and sharper. It was clearly audible even in the sound of rain, and she did not know when only anger was left in her fuzzy tears.

The tearful side face, the blood vessels in the temple twitched, and the blue veins on his forehead were full of anger. It was like a Chihuahua with fangs exposed.

"Asshole... asshole... What to escape? I won't lose to that pervert! Being looked down upon by someone like him... It's so maddening!"

"No! No! Yameimei don't play anymore!"

She held her head, like a schizophrenic female neuropathy, sullenly roaring: "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it for me! All angels, Yameimei, go to hell! I will use this Go on with this ugly posture!"

"Hmph, I really dare to say it! Aisaka can do all the little things, why can't Ami? Don't be bullied by that guy, Ami! Give me all who want to bully Ami Wait! Don't underestimate the daughters of actresses, bastards!"

She suddenly rushed out of the bicycle shed, chased in their direction, and dubbed herself like a cheer when she ran.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

At full speed, Kawashima Ami caught up with Biqigu within a minute. The boy looked at her like a ghost, her beautiful face twisted like a ghost.

"...Fuck! You from the track and field club?!"

The teenager who was overtaken exploded with a swear word, and then laughed in relief, dumbfounded, a bit faster.

The stalker who was fleeing hastily looked back, surprised "What?" and then escaped faster.