My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu glanced at the time lazily: "I said, what good is it for a person like you to have a girlfriend?"

"Useful..."

"Nani?"

Bajiang looked up at the ceiling and sighed faintly: "For the birds!"

…………

The sun is slanting west, but the summer heat still feels like it hasn't dissipated.

Their three-day work has been completed, and they are ready to go back to each house now-the teenagers and girls with luggage tacitly bought some water and bread at the station.

"Finally finished."

"Ah... By the way, Mr. Biqigu, when will your new book come out?"

The boy stopped drinking water, and raised his brows: "I don't plan to publish any new books, at least before I graduate from high school, I have no intention of writing."

The girl had expected it, and sighed with regret.

"What are you sighing? You don't like what I wrote."

"It's just a little bit reluctant."

Xia Zhiqiu expressed a little sigh and gentleness: "After all, a good boy like you is still rare."

"..."

The corners of his mouth twitched: "Fresh?"

The black-haired girl patted him on the shoulder, sitting next to him like an old friend, looking up at the burning clouds in the sky, inexplicably sad: "Do you think people are like this? Separated again? After separation, it will be difficult to see each other again, like the cherry blossoms, although beautiful, it always makes people feel sad."

...You can call, send emails, and video chat!

Biqigu didn't say a word.

After Xia Zhiqiu lowered his eyes, he glanced at him again, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his lips: "I thought you were going to call me naive again."

"I'm used to your naivety, I don't bother to say it."

"……call."

Her smile became more obvious: "Really, I'm all the same age, why do you always think of me as a child?"

"You always like to hug something when you sleep. I don't think you are qualified to say that you are a high school student."

Hachiman's gaze suddenly glanced at a strange person: "But it's nothing, I have a lot of experience in coaxing little girls."

Xia Zhiqiu glared at him: "I'm not a kid!"

"Ah, of course, I have a lot of experience in giving birth to little girls... Well, look at that person."

Quietly, he pointed to a strangely dressed guy in the station.

The baggy suspenders are paired with an unpatterned white T-shirt, the tightly tied hair is covered with a large-size hat, and the face is wearing black-framed glasses similar to An Yilun.

"Very sneaky."

"Ok?"

"Looking around, sneaking around, it looks like a thief."

Kasumigaoka shook his head disapprovingly: "Many otakus are like this. They are afraid of being met by acquaintances during the summer fan exhibition. It's normal."

"is it?"

"But this person is a bit wretched to dress like this-I guess he must be a fat man who is not visible."

"Care about body size? I don't think you are qualified to say this."

"My old lady is in good shape!"

When they were muttering, the sneaky fat man who seemed to be an otaku couldn't stand the heat anymore. He took off his large hat in an inconspicuous corner and shed perfect long blond hair, which surprised both of them.

"Female, girl?"

"Huh, classmate Zecun?"

Ok?

Zecun?

Hearing the voice of Kasumigaoka, the beautiful blonde girl turned her head stiffly, and met a pair of malicious blind fish eyes.

"...Oh, blonde and poor breasts, scarce resources."

"?"

"Hehe."

…………

This is hard to say.

The milk volume of Xuexia and Zecun is actually very difficult to compare.

It's like asking "Who is the old Buddha and the Jade Emperor?"-You have to ask Sister Guanyin to find out.

"So, how much do you think she has?"

"Probably...B."

"Girls don't often put B on their mouths—"

"Where to put it... No, I mean 13?"

"This B is still separate..."

Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu decisively refused to send him emails, which was so annoying.

Biqidani sat alone on the train back to Chiba, frowning and wondering if Sawamura, who was in the same school as Kasumigaoka, was the one who painted...

"According to the information I heard, it should be an Englishman-this guy has a very British hair color, but it's hard to say about his body."

Trying to use exaggerated movements in front of people to express a sense of threat, but the development of many petite parts makes her seem to move around frizzily.

Probably not, no matter how you look at it, it's just an arrogant eldest lady, and the shame is just a little girl who buys some books and reads.