My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Next, there are two more people, what should we do? Shall we call Mr. Zamuzuo together?"

"No, this is a group in the class. Besides, don't you think he takes up a lot of space?"

This person, when he says "I want to have more space for myself", you don't know whether he is talking about spiritual or physical.

"I'll ask Yui later, if she joins, I need one more."

Before the Chinese language class, he was resting on his arm and lying on the table, and inadvertently saw a rare combination.

Hayama and Ebina returned to the classroom together.

It is true that they have not seen much of the situation of the two of them talking about something separately.

Isn't it the rotten girl doing Yeshan's job?

Want Yeshan Hayabusa to attack him?

too horrible!

Sneakingly, Ye Shan and Ebina talked for a couple of sentences, then separated again and walked into the classroom.

Biqigu glanced at his old name, and found nothing wrong, but Yeshan Hayato...

Ye Shan was expressionless.

Very rarely showed a bitter smile.

It seems to be self-deprecating, but the details are somewhat different.

This expression was the strange expression Ye Shan occasionally showed when the two of them talked about Xuexia in private.

………………

The boiling kettle screamed.

Xuexia noticed that the water had boiled, carefully folded a corner of the magazine, put the magazine on the table, got up and walked towards the kettle.

Yubihama, who has been fiddling with her phone absentmindedly, gleams under the snow, looking forward to it for a long time: "It's finally all right! Have a snack!"

While the black long straight girl quietly prepared tea cups and tea leaves, the pet lady in the ministry also turned her schoolbag and took out the snacks with tea.

If she made her own snack...

Isn't this ruining tea?

It's a bit mild to say that, I heard that once Sabre Sauce went to the hospital because he ate the biscuits made by this guy...

She has always been unable to learn how to make cakes, no matter how Xuexia teaches, it is useless. Maybe she should be allowed to learn from Isshi. It is estimated that the teacher is different, the teaching method is different, and the effect may be different.

Intricate tea cups and saucers, and mugs printed with unmotivated dogs.

"Snoring..."

The sound of tea pouring into the cup is often heard in the department when the autumn is strong and gradually passes into the winter.

"Snapped!"

The white chess pieces were lightly pressed on the board, light and crisp. When Xuexia was making tea, he silently glanced at the boy who was bored playing chess.

He is playing Go, playing with himself.

In the swelling heat, tea leaves slowly danced in the water.

After pouring the black tea in the teacup and the mug, Yukoshita held the teapot in one hand and stopped.

Yui looked at her, then looked at the serious teenager who seemed fascinated by the chess game. Le Taotao took the white porcelain cup in front of him, handed it to Xiaoxue, and whispered: "Don't hide it again, Xiao It's scary to get angry."

"Humph!"

The girl made tea for him. For some reason, she glared at the porcelain cup with an unacceptable expression, and then closed the lid.

Biqigu, who seemed to have figured out something, instantly relieved his complexion.

"Black tea...it's going to be cold."

Xue Nao gently reminded her with a reluctant, unspeakable cuteness.

"...Ice tea tastes good too."

He stretched out his hand to Yui, and he was holding a mug of cow chewing peony dumpling and quickly handed it to him: "Small enterprise, what are you playing? I don't understand Go."

Hachiman took a sip, and his eyes fell on the chessboard again: "It's normal for you to not understand."

"Mm~"

Tuanzi showed an unhappy expression, and then went to pull her Xiaoxue: "Xiaoxue go and defeat him, this guy is crazy!"

Xuexia scratched his head in embarrassment, and admitted honestly: "That...I'm just an amateur, and I really don't understand the game he presents now."

Yahata looked over with interest: "What do you understand?"

The girl pondered her words: "I always feel...a bit fierce."

The young man was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed: "This description is really...appropriate."

He slowly put away the chess pieces: "This is the score of someone who swept the Japanese chess scene. You should have heard of it. Jubanqi-I prefer to call it Liuheqi."

Yukoshita's brows frowned: "Showa Gosei?"

When there were only five pieces on the chessboard, he nodded: "Although a Chinese is called a Showa chess sage, he always feels a bit inconsistent, but it is him. You see, Xing, Sansan, Tianyuan."

Xuexia waved his hand: "Not much interest."

Biqigu sighed: "I'm not very interested, but a friend likes to play chess when laying out the yin people. I think it's very high, so I also try it."

"..."

"Don't you think our ministry should have more high-level activities?"

Yui had a headache: "Play chess... forgive me."

"The tea ceremony is also good, your Xiaoxue is great."

He took a sip and suggested to her: "You can try the flower arrangement, my dumpling girl..."

Holding the mug in both hands, Yubihama shook his head while screaming, "I'll talk about that later, now I'll talk about this-it's a school trip soon!"

"Have you decided where to go?"