My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Tuanzi won't admit to being stupid!

Secret love is the stupidest thing in the world.

She has always been Minglian's alright!

"Youzi called me, small enterprise, see you soon!"

After surreptitiously waving a hand on his chest, Yui ran to Miura.

Although Miura, who is currently one of the center of the group, gave a stunned look, he quickly looked down at the phone.

Don't get me wrong. After the sports festival, Miura and Yawata are still not going to meet each other. There is no possibility that they will be married. The line of sight just now should be about Yui.

Sure enough, Miss Tuanzi is the real winner in life.

After listening to Yui's embarrassment, Yuiko poked her forehead with a bit of hatred, and then glared at the dead fisheye.

"Yui Yi likes you so much, you're not ashamed of this sweet bastard?"

Biqigu understood the look in his eyes and lowered his head in shame.

"Ashamed to say, I am not ashamed at all."

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Oh hoo!

Recently, I have been a little lazy, and I can’t make five changes. Please forgive me.

Ask for a monthly pass!Already eighth...Fall out!

Chapter 12 I mustered up the courage and refused to engage in the foundation...

Five shifts today!

Five more!

………………

Higiya Hachiman, a handsome man who likes to show himself handsome in a mirror...

If the face is so handsome that it can afford dandruff, if it is so handsome that the acne on the face is so handsome, then he is so handsome that Yuyu suicide!

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Someone was spying on him.

A girl is secretly watching him.

Not a dumpling.

Opening his eyelids slightly, his long ponytail shook.

The slightly cyan black hair was tied into a bundle by a hair tie, and he glanced at him gently while smiling and playing with the phone. The teenager who pretended to be dead on the desk opened his eyes and hurriedly changed back to a bored expression.

Saki Kawasaki...what are you doing?

Is it coveting my beauty?

——Mr. Higiya is so suspicious.

Kawasaki was peeking around in a suspicious manner, as if he was caring whether his smiling face was seen.

Biqigu stood up and flexed his muscles, and then met her again.

"Alas!"

A strange cry was made in a low voice, the girl was startled, her face slowly flushed, and she immediately lowered her head and quickly walked towards her seat.

"..."

It’s not that he suspected that this person coveted the beauty of Hachichan for no reason, but after the cultural festival, Kawasaki Saki’s state has remained the same. It feels like he has a conflict with a good friend and wants to get back together, but he can’t put it down. dead child.

"Hachiman!"

A voice diverted his attention, and Totsuka walked up to him, with some beads of sweat on his forehead, as if he had just returned from the tennis club.

"The group of school trips, I heard that it has been decided."

The school trip that comes in one week will be three days and four nights. The first day will be the entire class action, the second day will be the class group, and the third day will be completely free action.

Since only the first day was designated for the destination at the beginning, and free activities after the second day, the topic center of the class was basically all things on the second and third days.

"...Really, have you decided yet?"

"no……"

Not knowing why he suddenly felt ashamed, Totsuka lowered his head and mumbled.

"..."

Biqigu was lost in thought. If he was divided into groups in the class, he seemed to be unable to find anyone. Wait, if Yui doesn't work with Miura and the others, maybe it's okay...

"Hachiman!"

Wei Wei's somewhat sullen voice regained his senses, and Xiao Cai was looking at him angrily: "Again...I'm thinking about other things again."

"Ah, sorry."

"...Do you want a group?"

Totsuka hesitated again and again, and finally asked this sentence, and shyly pointed his fingers and looked up.

Blinky: "..."

Do not!

I never like boys!

Biqigu had the courage to refuse: "...Hmm!"

...

Eh?

Isn't it rejected?

Your courage is a bastard!