My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Tomorrow I'm going to school."

A much better girl came out of the bedroom, walking slowly and lightly, feeling that a gust of wind could blow her away.

The teenager sitting on the sofa was stunned when he heard these words, and then curled his lips disdainfully: "Try it."

"What do you want to do?"

Yukoshita squinted his eyes and stared at him slightly, "What's the point of shutting me up?"

Biqigu sat up straight, his expression serious: "Your purpose of returning to school is nothing more than cultural festival work. What are you for, Xuexia?"

"This is my job and responsibility."

Hachiman didn’t care: “Your work and responsibilities will eventually become someone else’s name, fame and honor—they will only remember the executive chairman, but never remember you! Even if you do many good deeds—Confucius Temple usually They are all majestic, majestic and majestic temples, but Caishen temples are usually very poor temples, poor, broken and small."

The girl turned her head stubbornly: "I don't care!"

"Hey, yes, you only care about your sister! To be precise, you just want to surpass your sister."

His tone was very flat and his tone was very direct: "Then you say, what is the point of such a thing?"

"...There are all excuses in indifferent things, but no reason is found for important things."

The girl sat down blankly on the other side of the sofa, sighing and mourning: "Don't you think you are a bit mean? How do you let your classmates think of me? Give up halfway..."

"You can find an excuse-being sick? That's a valid reason."

"Excuses are completely meaningless. People will only make judgments about important things without authorization."

"Yes, people just want to see what they want to see. What are you expecting from the conventional convention of judging others by first impression?"

"...That's right, it may be true."

She hugged her knees slumped under the snow as if chewing words, she could no longer see the brilliance of the past, only a little bit of unwillingness and deep exhaustion that she was used to.

She, in fact, is the same as ordinary people, she also has her troubles, but these things are usually hidden by the external dazzling brilliance, people can only see her brilliance, they forget that where there is light, there must be shadows.

So when those who are looking forward to approach but get frostbite, the glorious impression will become bad.

A little better than Qigu, he has never been glorious...

No matter what words are used to justify, the bad impression cannot be wiped away. As long as anyone says something casually, others will think that he is a bad person, and as long as he does something casually, others will think that he is doing bad things.

So he never tried to justify, nor did he try to do some good things to reverse the inherent impression of others.

Explanation, meaningless.

Even the explanation itself can leave a bad impression.

"So if you don’t consider your sister’s business, if you are holding the idea of ​​pleasing the majority of people-just like Ye Shan’s idea of'one person for the majority', if you are holding this kind of idea, I will not allow Do it and even look down on you."

As if holding her body tightly, Yukinoshita slowly raised her head, and then slowly shook her head.

"Then, there is only one possibility, do you still want to surpass your sister?"

"is it not OK?"

She rarely yelled with the sound of a broken jar, "Can't it?"

Yahata nodded: "Yes, I want to surpass others, this is fighting spirit, I have no objection."

He suddenly stood up and walked in front of the girl, then squatted down.

"But there is a problem with your method. Xuexiayang has presided over cultural festivals, so you must do the same? Xuexiayang was admitted to the national science department, so you must do the same?"

The young man pursed his lips: "Is it always like this? Then do you want to do breast augmentation? There are no two people in the world who are the same. Everyone has their own advantages, why bother--"

"enough!"

He didn’t care about the girl’s red-eyed violent interruption. He just wrapped his arms around Yukino’s curled up legs and put his forehead against her knees. He hesitated and said slightly shyly: "And, Yukino, who I like, has been They are all the best, whether you can compare to that old woman, I don't care at all."

The girl was silent for a long time before responding, and there was a tremor in her voice: "...but I care."

Those pupils began to bloom his familiar brilliance again, with a strong will that almost contained hostility, beautiful eyes like clear and bright starlight, telling the unwillingness that was deeply buried under the snow.

The boy closed his eyes slowly.

He realized what the pupils were proclaiming.

"Absolutely, I won't admit defeat, so take a good look! Even if it's not the vice chairman, I have to do what the executive committee should do!"

A long way to go...

He sighed in his heart, then let go of his embrace and stood up with a firm expression.

He is ready to confess.

"I--"

But this time the phone rang again.

Hachiman glanced indifferently and hung up, then looked at Yukino who seemed to realize what he was trying to say: "Yukishita, I—"

The ringtones of the cell phone are making noise again.

The girl blushed, trying hard to stay calm, and said, "Someone is looking for you."

Hachiman's lips moved, and he lowered his head again and took out his phone.

But at this moment, his confession object seemed to be a panicked kitten, and fled into his bedroom embarrassedly, with a very loud closing sound echoing in the living room.

"..."

………………

The final cultural festival slogan is such a thing.

"Chiba's famous items, dancing and festivals!The same fools come and dance together, sing a song!

Is this really good...

Ye Shan worked with a strange expression.

Thanks to him, the heat of the meeting has not yet cooled down, and the members of the committee are still talking.

"Sangmi, it's better to change all the slogans."

"Ah, uh...then, please change the slogan you decided."