My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Biqigu looked away from her manuscript again, and glanced at the editor who was about to go out: "Is it going to meet my boyfriend? Or my fiancé?"

The editor lady turned back suddenly.

"...I didn't say anything, please close the door, and put a do not disturb sign outside."

…………

"Really boyfriend?"

Kasumigaoka’s voice is more mature than other high school girls. He is in his grade, but he is physically and psychologically very close to an adult. Biqigu didn’t seem to hear her, so he marked a logical error with a pen. For a moment.

The chair slid over, and the long and straight black girl kicked him from below: "I ask you."

Biqigu looked up helplessly: "Her lips, although very light, are indeed lipstick. Our editor lady rarely wears lipstick."

"anything else?"

"Looking at the movement of time, it is clearly hanging on the wall, but she takes out her phone to take a look from time to time-and if you are not blind, you should notice that her high heels today are different from the past."

The girl put her cheeks in her hands and looked at him quietly: "What else?"

"There are also fashionable clothes under the uniform, there should be a mature sexy or dignified skirt in the handbag-well, don't ask these idiot questions, your manuscript really opened my eyes."

The boy drank a sip of water, and the sunlight by the window came in, adding something called "angled edges" to his face, and threw a stack of manuscripts to her.

"I won't say much about the rhetoric of the novel. This is not the area I am interested in. Let's take a look at the logical problem. Even the love and youth novels should be logical? Look at this actor and the woman in front Engaged—"

Xia Zhiqiu stared.

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"—Okay, I'm in love, so should I send his girlfriend home in this rainy day? Is this common sense?"

"Well……"

"Moreover, his setting is not a serious person like Bajang and me. He will definitely want to take this opportunity to visit his girlfriend's house. Maybe he can develop a late-night plot."

"Well?"

Teacher Xia Zhiqiu, who is determined to write pure love painting style, puffed up her lips.

"Don't deny it, what I'm talking about is the normal psychological reaction of ordinary high school boys."

Biqigu is very picky in this regard, and he is now getting along with this girl with a working adult attitude: "Also, since it is a double heroine, is this the first heroine Sha Youjia the ink? Is it too thick?"

"Ok?"

"If the shaping of the second heroine can't keep pace with her, it will be a poison."

"What about the second heroine..."

"If both are great, you have to go the pure love route-I personally suggest you change the name of the novel."

Biqigu's face showed a smile that would be beaten to death: "What do you think... what about the white album?"

………………

They didn’t have time to rest until around two o’clock in the afternoon. Both of them’s novels are about to be sold this month, but the genres are not the same, there is not much competition, and maybe they can publish the books on the same day.

"How do I feel about "Love Festival"?"

Yahata, who was tastelessly eating pork chop rice (pork chop rice), heard her ask, frowned and thought about it: "It's a traditional romance novel with a very delicate style. I want to find a girlfriend when I see it. One of your favorite sentences is the last sentence of your second volume-"The grievance that can be said is not a grievance; the lover who can be taken away is not a lover.""

"thank you."

"However, when I saw this sentence, I dismissed my plan to fall in love again. The risk was too high and there was no insurance."

Xia Zhiqiu gave a surprised "Yeah" and looked at him pitifully, "You said you don't have a girlfriend?"

After thinking about it for a while, he took it for granted, "Yes, you can tell from your novel that you don’t have any girlfriends. Maybe you have had them before. Did you discover that there is no secret in front of your dead fish eyes? Has disappeared in fear?"

Yawata ignored her, and it was better to eat at this time.

"Let's talk about your romance. It's neither a warm man nor a central air conditioner. Instead, it fits well with the crematorium.

He looked up coldly: "I'll give you another bitch?"

The beautiful girl writer was pierced by his gaze, and stared back without showing any weakness: "To create some romantic topics in your novel, I think it can become a writer's selling point. What do you think?"

"Don't be silly, look at the original Sherlock Holmes. If he gets on the bed with Watson, I believe someone among Sherlock fans will jump into the Thames to commit suicide. Mystery is mixed with love? Is that thing inferring? "

He sneered, but his eyes looked at the white clouds and blue sky outside the window from time to time: "I really hope that there will be a tragic car accident below, then we have reason to leave early."

"Mr Biqigu, you can see what a tragic car accident is when you look in the mirror, just like my first volume."

"Oh, by the way, your first volume should have been published this spring, right? What's the situation?"

The beautiful girl sitting opposite was asked about her sadness and sighed in self-defense: "The situation? It's like a nun who has been raped by a tramp, let alone a man, even God won't want it."

"... It's a great speech, you are not afraid that Freddy will come to you at night? Actually, it is better for you to use the shoes that you wear once?"

The teenager felt a headache for this person’s occasional curious speech, and was very curious: “It doesn’t make sense. Now many girls who like sweet and sour do not like you very much, right?”

"I don't know. When the first episode came out, the editor-in-chief said, "The three volumes will be cut in half." Miss Machida was afraid that I was sad and couldn't say it. In fact, I knew it a long time ago."

The girl smiled calmly and looked at her own manuscript, with a trace of self-deprecating on her face: "Although I have always asked for the best, but others don’t like it, it can’t be helped, ah, ah, do otaku who like light novels like it? Those who sell meat? Disgusting disgusting!"

"Obviously you have to rely on the otaku to do business, but you say this kind of despise."

"No way race! Don't you just like the kind of refreshing novels that punch in a hole in one stroke? I'm so innocent, I'm really sorry for you."

"I'm not a housekeeper, make it clear! Besides, your thoughts that Ichiba Higuchi (character printed on five thousand yen, novelist in Japanese history, female, here refers to money) can't get past it, it's really bad. "

Xia Zhiqiu squinted his eyes, and gave him a disappointed look: "I didn't expect that you are the kind of person who writes for ugly money. You are wrong."

...... Some people dislike money as ugly, no matter what it looks like, I will always love it.

I don't care about its appearance.

I think this is the so-called true love.

... Usually quiet and reluctant to speak, but it is just a troublesome speech, but what comes out of the mouth is all clear-cut derogations and yellow accents.

Wen Qing and Meng Sao.

Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu is such a person.

Regarding the yellow on his mouth, it is probably comparable to him.