My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

This is a career woman.

Behind her needs to stand a man who silently supports.

"If the students in the class do something special, it is very troublesome, because it is an incident of the local government, so many powerful and powerful will come..."

A sneer appeared on Bajiang's face: "The powerful?"

Teacher Xiaojing nodded, snoring happily eating noodles, and replied vaguely: "It's like the Xuexia family...their family should also come."

Xuexia's home is like the four major families near Kinabalu High School. It is the home of local celebrities in Chiba, the prefectural assembly, and local enterprises, and perhaps one of the sponsors of Sou Wu Gao.

"Speaking of Xuexiayang, shouldn't he be more enthusiastic about participating in such activities?"

"Huh? Yes, you have met Yang Nai-she is a graduate of the previous two terms."

The boy showed a disgusting smile: "That is to say, I am three years older? That woman is really 20 years old. I also said that she just seems to be mature."

"Can you not say age?"

The thoughtful boyfriend shrugged helplessly and continued to listen to her: "Top-notch grades, omnipotent, and beautiful and beautiful, boys almost treat her as a goddess..."

"Not as pretty as you."

Biqigu's casual sentence made people blush again.

Shizuka continued with an awkward (shameful) look: "She is not a top student."

Hachiman silently stopped his chopsticks.

"The excellent Xuexiayang is just excellent in grades. It is noisy in class and wears out of uniform uniforms. It can be said that he likes to go idle the most, but he also has many friends."

"Indeed, the traditional good girl or eldest lady will not have that kind of temperament."

Always looking sincere and cheerful, that unrestrained and unfettered attracting others all the time.

"Huh? Oh?"

Teacher Xiaojing smiled as if jealous: "Have you seen a lot of girls of the eldest lady type?"

Hachiman smiled: "Jealous Jing and cute are like Yukoshita Yono who shows his true face. It's really rare."

"How can I be jealous!"

Xiao Jing yelled, and then noticed that the other people in the noodle shop looked over, and quickly lowered her voice: "Did you notice?"

"I'm not blind? If I can't control the micro expression, I can't hide it from my eyes."

Biqigu pointed to her own dead fisheye with complacency: "Her disguise is not only clumsy but also uninspiring, but she is too lazy to expose it.

"Amazing eyesight—I thought Yukoshita told you."

Of course she refers to sister Xuexia.

"But this kind of ostentation is also Yono's charm. People who notice the appearance of disguise will start to like her black belly."

"That's pure shaking M."

Jing cutie nodded as expected: "A aggressive black-bellied boy like you shouldn't like the same type of noodles, just like this ramen. When you are young, pork bones are the highest, and fat is delicious. I don’t accept it except thick soup. After I grow up, I can accept light salt and soy sauce."

Hearing what she seemed to be sighing, Hachiman whispered: "It's just that she is not young anymore..."

Jing cutie smiled grimly, and clenched her fist in her left hand: "What did you just say?"

Biqigu graciously pointed to a plate of things on the table: "I'm saying pickles are very good..."

Well, yes.

The pickles are good.

He still remembers that when he was in Gunma, the girl gave him some pickles, and they ate several bowls of white rice with that order, which made them think they were a chef with superb cooking skills, Mr. Shizuka Hiratsuka. Triumphant for a long time.

The feeling of longing was again in his eyes, but it was caught by the girl who was eating.

Silence followed.

"Ok?"

Biqigu frowned and raised her head. When her eyes met, Xiao Jing hurriedly took a sip of water in a panic.

Then under his even stranger gaze, a chopstick stuck into his bowl: "Um... I'll give you the barbecued pork."

He opened his mouth to speak, but finally a smile appeared: "Thank you, then I will give you a face (dry bamboo shoots)."

…………

If you don’t change, sadness won’t occur. If you don’t grow up, you will always be ignorantly happy?

When I wrote this sentence, at this moment, I thought of Conan-kun again, he should be the happiest person.

Because compared to all the fucking undercover and potential undercover organizations in black, growth itself is the most terrifying thing!

Biqigu looked at the river embankment where he usually walked. The left side of the embankment was covered with grassy slopes and the river, and the right side was a green field.

This kind of topic, in the past, I feel very early, he and Xuexia had such an argument.

Regarding what she thought was necessary to maintain the relationship between classmates, Biqigu summarized the so-called relationship between classmates who would separate things after entering school as follows:

Are you there?What are you doing?how are things?

Yeah, nothing.I'm fine, and you?

Horizontal batch: sow calling

The small town next to him was pulling Sabre, lest the stupid dog ran into the field without paying attention.

"Hey, car, car!"

Sabre snorted, sniffed the grass, and chewed hard—dogs and cats would eat grass like this and spit out furballs.

The two brothers and sisters stopped on the road, Biqigu looked at the slope on the other side of the river, and found a girl with long hair in school uniform, who seemed to be sitting on the slope and reading.

"This wind..."

"It's been a long time since I walked with my brother last time."

Indeed, because the dead fisheye does not like summer, just as the fish in the water hate to go ashore, he likes to stay at home instead of going out with Komachi often.

The sunset in the western sky, the river in the late twilight, and the evening breeze inexplicably brings a trace of nostalgia and warmth.