My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Hachiman was unmoved: "Our ideas are too different. You have your position, and I have my ego. Instead of being like you, I would rather live frankly."

Ye Shan curled up a leg and smiled helplessly.

"Of course, I am not saying you are hypocritical."

The teenager patted him on the shoulder, and even with the sexy nipples praised by the wig, his head was exposed in broad daylight: "You are not actually a hypocritical person. I also believe that you are sincere for others, but you are like that. It’s really tired, so I don’t agree."

"So, I said that I can't get along with you anyhow-Mr. Qigu, are we friends now?"

"……friend?"

"friend."

"... Become friends after a fight? This is actually a passionate story, right?"

Ye Shan closed his eyes dejectedly.

Bajiang raised her chin proudly: "But...you can be an enemy."

"……enemy?"

"I don't have many friends and my enemies are almost dead, so you should feel honored. Of course, the premise is that you are not gay."

"I'm not!"

"Like girls whose names start with Y?"

Yashan Hayato looked embarrassed, he was obviously colliding with tit-for-tat ideas, serious and serious, not knowing why he changed to such a strange topic.

"Yunoshita... or Yui?"

Ye Shan stopped talking, and asked, "Why isn't Xuexiaxuenao?"

"Your character will only like to like a weak girl like a small animal, or longing for a gentle and dark-bellied young lady, it cannot be Xuexia."

The blonde big cashmere face was stern: "When I was a child, I was very close to Xue Nao-chan."

Biqigu looked at his face strangely: "Really, let's kill you here!"

Hayama Hayato can only surrender: "I'm kidding..."

He sighed leisurely: "But today is also a good day anyway, not only has an enemy like Bitoriya, Sagami-san also returned to his post..."

Bitori Valley...

Ye Shan is trying to find fault!

"She can't go back."

The words were interrupted again.

It is countless strategy than Qigu patted his pants: "It's useless for Sagami to go back, someone replaced her at the closing ceremony."

Ye Shan asked in astonishment: "Then, there is no statistical result—"

"Do you know that writing with a pen will leave marks on the paper below?"

Blind Fish Eye pointed to his Blind Fish Eye: "It just so happened that I was able to restore her handwriting on the paper, and I happened to e-mail the result to someone I just knew."

"..."

"This person happens to be in the student union, and she has a good relationship with the city tour inspector. The student union will never object to her replacing Sagami Nan."

"The most important thing is that Xuexia and Cheng Wei Xun will not make this out in order to avoid suspicion, and the most suitable person, you just happened to fight with me here."

"...You have counted everything, Mr. Biqigu."

Hachiman looked at his face and laughed again: "Of course, are you embarrassed to go now? Zhutou Yeshan?"

Yashan Hayato froze for a long time, and finally smiled bitterly again.

Can only smile wryly.

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You actually doubt that I will make five shifts?

To be more reasonable, I always say what I mean!

Oh, boring, you guys.

Happiness!

Chapter 63 The Ceremony Ends (End of Volume)

Muffled!

The sound that seems to sneak from the ground probably originated from the bass and drum kit.

However, the swaying vibrations and the reverberations conveyed to the depths of the heart do not only come from them.

There are cheers.

Grand cheers.

The slapped hands and the stomped feet are constantly composing the music score, and a cheerful and intense melody emerges.

Both the students and teachers gathered for the closing ceremony.

The trajectory of the dancing searchlight flew around, and the glass balls hanging above reflected countless light messily and scattered everywhere. In the center of this vortex of light, they stood.

That is the quiet and lovely bass.

The drum set of the student council president.

And the guitar—the black hair dripping under the snow shook back and forth with the guitar.

Plus, a clean and smart singing voice.

The girl standing in the forefront, full of dumplings, looks very vigorous and lively, but at this moment she carefully follows the beat-her stiff body and occasionally trembling body are all telling the tension of Miss dumplings. very nervous.

As if to appease her, the guitarist took a step towards the center of the stage. The two of them didn't know when they changed into the same T-shirts and sang while supporting each other.

The crowd is screaming and shouting frantically, the frantic crowd from right to left, ups and downs, little by little light sticks are like countless scattered stars.

At this time, there was a strong sound that seemed to be climax to tide. The quiet and lovely bass was already wailing, and Yui's singing seemed to be out of rhythm, a little out of the sound, but the audience whose emotions reached the peak did not pay attention.

This means the end of the cultural festival.