My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Will be beaten to death."

The dull hair on the top of the young man's head trembled, and he noticed that the sounds under the stage had disappeared. The eyes of more than a thousand people gathered on the stage and gathered on the executive committee chairman.

Before Sagami reached the marked position on the ground, his feet were so nervous that he had to stop, and the hand holding the wireless microphone was trembling.

Bi Qigu showed a faint sarcasm, and then began to talk to Cai Muzuo again, in order to relieve the pressure of the fat man: "Actually, the question of'the egg or the chicken first' is very simple."

Wen Qing’s Mr. Timberza looked at him suspiciously, and whispered "Kukuku": "I didn't know that the Great Bodhisattva Hachiman would actually understand this kind of thing, then tell me.

"Of course the chicken came first, you fool!"

"Humph, then, as the ancestors asked, how did the world's first chicken appear?"

Biqigu glanced at Sagami who was about to make a sound while holding the microphone, and smiled gently: "It's probably because of life..."

"..."

In the innocent place, Muzuo was speechless for a moment, and at the same time, at this moment.

The moment the executive chairman was about to speak, her microphone rang with a sharp and ear-piercing buzzer.

The people standing alone on the stage were stiff and speechless, as if there was a silent comedy. The buzzing was so coincidental that the audience laughed.

Hachiman muttered to himself, "Although there have been such coincidences before, since Yukoshita Yono's malice has been mixed, it is a different matter. Has the prop group responsible for the sound been infiltrated by her?"

"...Ah, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing, just a conspiracy theory, just like the red and blue teams in the United States."

"What is that, why don't I know?"

"You don’t know maybe it’s because you have a heart and body. Although this word doesn’t mean obesity, but ah, once a person has nothing to care about, no person to worry about, and lives every day comfortably, he will eventually gain weight. ."

Biqigu patted his fleshy shoulder: "This is the author's experience."

The laughter in the audience was not malicious, but Sagami, who had to stand there because of the tension and loneliness on the stage, felt that this might be the lowest point in his life.

She is a current person. She usually talks to her classmates and is not a little nervous, but once on this stage, when the followers who have always catered to her disappear, she will become worse than ordinary people.

Nervous, nervous!

Her ears magnified the laughter from the audience into a world-destroying flood, making her unable to walk and speak in fear, and even if the buzzing stopped, she still stood still on the spot.

Like a fool.

Fortunately, the'Noah's Ark' city tour elder sister held the microphone and rescued her from this dangerous situation.

"...Then everyone, get your spirits up again, Executive Chairman, please go on!"

Cai Muzuo looked at Sagami from a distance, and exclaimed, "How dare you face thousands of troops (he said that there are a thousand people present, this person always likes to come up with some war words), the tough spirit is the Valkyrie! That's your class, tusk, a real woman."

Assuming that Zamuza didn't know what role Sagami was, Biqigu had to roll his eyes and said, "All those who are not inflated are real women!"

well said!Games that do not charge money are good games!

Humph, sword three...

Sagami breathed a sigh of relief in the encouraging eyes of the sister-in-law of the city, and at the same time loosened the cheat sheet that he had always held in his hand...

"Patter!"

The sound of small books landing again drew a roar of laughter from the students below.

"I think she might be pissed off now, this is a fake woman, inflated..."

Sagami squatted down and picked it up with a flushed face.

I don’t know who it is in the front row. I don’t know which wretched guy came out: "Black!"

This is probably the trick of Yukoshita Yono. After all, from the light intensity and visual point of view, no matter what fat Sagami Nan wears or whether he wears fat, people in the audience should not be able to see clearly.

I have never tried to predict Japanese women with the greatest malice.

The executive committee chair immediately pressed down on the short skirt subconsciously, and screamed in disgust-so some bad things in the audience were very happy to see that she had completed what the cheerleader and dance team could only accomplish by herself-fully mobilized everyone Emotions.

"What are they laughing at?"

The two soy sauce gangs standing behind looked at each other, not knowing what had happened.

After the laughter barely subsided, when she was about to regroup and speak again, another "Come on" flew out of the audience...

The voice seemed to be from the household department in the same class... the sloppy and frivolous guy.

However, the cheering of classmates did not encourage her. Saying any comforting or encouraging words to those who are experiencing nervousness and anxiety will only have a counterproductive effect.

She just hopes that you can remain silent like an inorganic substance, yes, just as quiet as a plant.

Or I hope that the students can focus on the snow or Yeshan like the executive committee members.

Sagami Minami, I just want to be a quiet beautiful girl...

However, the executive chairman's congratulatory message must be said. What I can't read is that even with the cheat sheet, because of nervousness and idleness and not doing much training, I am now proceeding in a clumsy speech and slurred speech.

Timber seat was doing her anxiously below: "Oh, I'm going, it's not as good as me."

"Don't talk cold words, if you don't freak out, I'll buy you a book that will make you cry when you read it."

"Oh, is it the most recent "Hundreds of Years When I was a Samurai"?"

"No."

"That's... the classic "Fight and Kill Tokugawa"?"

"Nor."

Yahata smiled at him: "It's a classic introduction to geometry."

General Ti Muzuo hugged his head and squatted for defense. God knows how his belly squatted down: "Please spare me!"

"What's wrong with math?"

Bajiang shook his finger: "It has no roundabouts of Mandarin, no boring English, no political insincere, and even your favorite history is more informative than it. Why don't you like mathematics? You scored nine points in the math test. Timber seat·⑨·Yihui?"

The old man begged for mercy like a collapse: "It can only do, can't do, and can't do it! Hachiman Bodhisattva, you can't do this to me..."

Friends, are you still worrying about not learning mathematics?

My name is Meow Pass, you can ask me some math questions...