My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Shizuka Hiratsuka desperately wants to study economics.

The most important thing is that she is really not far from thirty.

No matter how you say it now, you can say loudly that you are not thirty, but once you break through...

"Not allowed... not allowed... not allowed!".

"Teacher Hiratsuka...?"

"Step aside!"

Taking advantage of the trend, he attacked Ebina who was watching the script with his hips, walked quickly to the podium, and looked at them with sinister eyes.

"Happiness is not allowed..."

The teacher said to himself what he thought.

She wanted to say something and was forced out of the classroom by the phone's ringing.

"Ah, Yuukishita...what?"

It has always been under the snow, who will come to the meeting room earlier than anyone, not here.

The beautiful figure that made people awe-inspiring did not appear today.

"Student Xuexia, what happened today?"

"I do not know……"

Sagami's face was unusually ugly, and I wonder if anyone thought she was worried for classmate Xuexia.

Hiratsuka stood in the corridor outside, holding a cell phone: "Bikeya?"

The voice on the other side was very calm: "I am here, I have caused you trouble these days."

"Ah, let's talk about that."

Hiratsuka-sensei bit her lip, with a slightly wrong expression: "It's Yukinoshita. She broke down today, so she asked for leave. Would you like to visit, or I will let Yubihama go..."

"no need."

The boy's tone was unpredictable: "I'm in her house..."

About twenty minutes ago, when Yukino called Shizuka Hiratsuka to ask for leave, Hikigaya Hachiman stepped on the stagnant water that had rained last night and returned to Inage.

He rang the doorbell seven times on the first floor of a high-end apartment with a gloomy expression: "I know you are there, and I know you are looking at me, open the door quickly! Otherwise, I will have to come in by my own means."

There was a noise of "sand" from the receiver.

"……I'm here."

Weakness almost disappeared.

"Open the door."

"...Just ten minutes, please wait a moment"

"five minutes!"

"……understood."

For five minutes, he stood sleepily in a doorway on the fifteenth floor, and there was a hard sound of opening the door.

Yukoshita poked his head out slightly.

Seeing his dignified appearance, the temperature in his pupils rose slightly: "Please come in."

The white dazzling knitted sweater looked a size bigger than the slender under the snow, and even the tips of the fingers were hidden in the cuffs, making the girl more petite.

The boy walked in without saying a word, and smelled the scent of shampoo floating.

His face eased, and he asked knowingly, "Are there anyone else here?"

You can also see several doors at the entrance of the entrance.

There are at least three rooms, in addition to the door like bathroom and toilet on the side of the corridor.

In the living room, Biqigu glanced out the window, around eight o'clock in the morning.

On the finely crafted glass table, there is an open notebook computer, with organized files on the side — I was working on my work last night.

The result is that in the wind and rain last night, this guy caught a cold, and now he is still insisting on doing these unnecessary things.

So his face is difficult to look.

The layout of the room is very simple, with only minimal supplies like a business hotel and simple functional furniture. It does not look like a normal girl at all-on the contrary, some cosmic people like Nagato.

The only thing that makes people warm is the cream-colored sofa with armrests. There is a small cabinet in front of the sofa. The drawers below are lined with Disney works led by Mr. Pan.

The fierce panda at the top is the one he helped Yubihama catch from the claw machine...

The girl dragged her tired pace and brought him out a cup of her favorite black tea, but found that the teenager was playing with her mobile phone absent-mindedly. When she came out, her eyes condensed and her complexion also condensed.

"Under the snow."

The girl looked down slightly: "Huh?"

"Why do you exhaust yourself?"

She pointed to the pile of papers and leaned back when she sat on the sofa. She didn't have the same upright posture as before.

She is too tired.

"I don't think that the work of a vice chairman can make you so tired? You are probably the only one in the committee that is tired and sick, right?"

The girl turned her head away in anger and ignored him.

Obviously he didn't help but blamed her...

Who is this!

"It's fine now, even the tea doesn't taste like before."

In fact, the more distressed the boy who didn’t even look at the teacup, the more sarcastically the expression on his face: "Is stimulated by your sister? I don’t think I can compare to her if I don’t work hard? Or do you really think the students will not be able to draw people out? help?"

The girl cheered up: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is very simple, your behavior of comparing everything with your sister is really stupid and hopeless!"