My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Why do you suddenly ask this... We are from the same elementary school."

In fact, the three of them are all from the same elementary school...

He was full of younger sisters when he was in elementary school, so naturally he would not notice the man in the school—for a kid with an adult mind, all the mess in the school is of no importance.

"...Moreover, both parents know each other. His father is a consultant lawyer for my company--"

"I have a sister!"

"—His mother is a doctor."

"I have a younger sister."

Xuexia held his forehead with his hands, and was really speechless about the perverted madness of this lover.

In fact, she didn't know that Biqigu was also secretly frightened, Yeshan Hayato was like a darling of heaven——

In the future, it will become a great weapon!

"——You missed one. He also has a beautiful childhood sweetheart."

Xue Nao turned his gaze away: "What does this have to do with me? We are not friendly. The so-called childhood sweethearts are just the place where I lived when I was young."

"But I also seem to have a childhood sweetheart."

The frowning young man touched his chin: "The seven-year itch? No, no, the time is wrong, eight years of resistance? Still a little bit wrong...Ah, nine-year compulsory education!"

I slapped it in my palm: "I have a slight impression. It's probably my neighbor who moved away when I was eight years old-forget it, it doesn't matter who it is. What I am curious about now is why you must be so devoted to Xiao Liumei. ?"

He frowned and looked up and down under the snow, and suddenly showed unprecedented contempt: "You guy, wouldn't it be that kind?"

"Hey?"

"A girl who likes girls? And still a perverted lolicon?"

Xue Nai silently picked up the stone...

This kind of reaction is really similar to Liumei.

"Actually, if you want to tell the truth, you probably want to know my sister's mood? If there is a sister who is also alone and doesn't like to deal with other people, what kind of mentality would I have?"

The night wind blew.Shaking the treetops, making a rustle.

Because it was in the silent night, the sound of leaves gradually spread out like water droplets falling on the water.

Amidst this sound, Xuexia's melancholy voice could also be heard clearly.

"And... it's great to be able to come this time, I thought I couldn't come."

"Ok?"

Biqigu didn't know why she sighed like this. She probably heard a trace of grievance and stubbornness. Waiting for the next words, the impatient insect screamed.

Ye Feng also gradually became a little cold, and the girl turned to this side and suddenly smiled.

Hachiman-kun paused his breathing.

"Then it's time to go back and rest, Mr. Biqigu, regarding that child's affairs, I will never give in this time!"

...It sounds like a divorce.

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I have been suffering from dementia recently. I obviously have a lot of thoughts, but I can't remember them after a few seconds.

Is it because of recent malnutrition?

Little North... (with tears)

Chapter 47: What a mess, such a lovely stay in America...

"...Oh oh oh—"

Being free from reality, my dizziness is dizzy and I seem to be immersed in the dream of last night.

Ah, the dream last night was probably the most lively one in history. Although there are still only four people, the cheerful atmosphere has never been before. The reason is that there will be a body in the future, and there is no need to be limited to this monotonous one. Unreal.

Celebrate!

No beer, no big meal, all you can do is to sing and dance with the very happy Miss Diva——

What a shame!

My boss is wet and dancing or something. Although it is just a dream, Gui must have seen it!Dahe saw it too!

Miss Future, who is about to be able to enter and exit the real world, also saw...

Maybe Da Meng Shen will record this scene as a record of group activities...

It's over!

My famous name for Bajiang I!

Rubbing my eyes, I whispered to myself: "——oh hayo..."

The sunlight outside the window came in dazzlingly, and the viewing angle was about eight o'clock.

"Chirp chirp..."

In the silence, the sparrows and skylarks outside the house are singing softly. Generally in literary works, the song of birds outside the window in the early morning alludes to the aftermath. How can I have an afterthought?

There are no girls around, only...

and many more!

My clothes...Why are my clothes rolled up halfway, revealing the whole piece of "Unity and Friendship Eight Pack Abs"?

Unconsciously undress while sleeping?

No, I have no such habit.

"Well……"

I suddenly noticed a problem-my quilt just moved...

"..."

If I read it correctly, there is something living inside my quilt.