My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"It's you first..."

Such eye contact...

The sours and sweets that are more silent than the sound are so bright that Miura can't stand it anymore.

She quietly complained to Ebina, extremely uncomfortable: "Is it really good for them to show affection like this? Yui is really too much to consider how we people feel?"

The corrupt woman’s Ebina changed her mania in the past, and she seemed to sigh in sympathy: "Now, you can understand that my sexual orientation is'male male'."

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When you think that the true author of "Snake Catcher" is not Liu Zongyuan but Fahai, I suddenly feel that some science students are too abnormal.

How can you become cute about math formulas, and want to motherly math formulas?

Goldbach wondered if he was going to become a goth loli?

I winked at the naughty dumpling while thinking about what Yi Hueiyu said when he was leaving at the school gate this morning.

"Since I don't accept the appointment of the vice chairman, I must not refuse the next request, otherwise I will be angry...Senior, don't be surprised by that time!"

What does that guy want to do?

In my mind, I calculated the possibility of Huoyu's request, and found that I really couldn't find any clues to speculate on her next move.

Next request?

Is it to confess to me Ohachiman?

Mouth...

See her sincerity...

Before the class, I used my hand to make a gun at my temple and made a "bang", and then I slept on the desk for three classes...

Until Jing Shuai asked me to get up and answer questions.

Trying to maintain a sober consciousness, seeing that quiet and cute gnashing teeth, and then looking at a few options on the blackboard, his lips moved: "Huh?"

"...Hmph, the answer is correct, I did choose A, next time I remember the standard pronunciation of English letters."

"..."

what happened?

On the table were a Scottish lattice coaster, fried snacks and chocolate made by mother dumplings, and three steaming cups.

It seems that because of the warm heat from the cup, the room of the ministry seems very warm, and the air is still floating with the aroma of high-end black tea.

It's as sweet as snow.

Well, I like this sweet analogy.

"...Small enterprises are watching Xiaoxue again."

Dumpling grumbled and awkwardly wrote something on the paper. I put down the teacup and tilted my head curiously, resting my chin on Yui's soft and fragrant shoulders...

I can't see it, part of the curve of her chest is blocked...

The neck was stiff, and I finally saw clearly what she was writing.

It seems to be the same thing as the regimental diary—"Well, today the department is still as harmonious as before. The small business did not say those things that would always make Xiaoxue's mood worse."

She is not happy so she blames me?

My eyes continued to chase the text line, leaning my body lazily on her, and my shoulders loosely letting go, as if this soft girl was a pillow.

The snow-white cheeks in front of her were blushing, and her hand holding the pen was trembling slightly. The hand that was empty on the table was also scratching unconsciously, and there was a lovely voice in her throat. .

It's like a puppy.

In this era, whether it is cats with the strongest hunting instincts and skills, or canines with the strongest team hunting awareness, they are all selling cute animals for a living...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh.

What happened to this world?

In the Ministry of Service, there are such two cute creatures. I always feel that the only one who can do real things is myself!

"Obviously it is a dead fish, but the tone is not small!"

Such a voice resounded in the quiet silence.

Who's coughing, whose clothes are rubbing, who is shaking his legs, and the shyness and joy of the pen drawing on the paper, Yukoshita poked out his face from the heat of black tea: "You still think about it. Teacher Xiaojing’s troubles."

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Reality is strong ~ violent ideals, the age has passed through the years, so the older leftover women are reproduced.

"She needs a man, what can I do?"

Yuyu, who was holding the dumplings and coquettishly, rolled his eyes: "Should I give myself to her? Are you willing?"

Xuexia: "...I am willing."

"scare!"

Biqigu put on a face of Yang Er's sister-in-law: "Ahhhh, did you put the Daotai? Even if you are willing, my family tuan will definitely not agree, right, Xiao Tuantuan?"

Yubihama, who was embarrassed by the name "my family dumpling", moved his gaze at his grandma's house, just not wanting to meet Koyuki's stern and helpless eyes.

The helpless girl stretched out her hand to the teacup: "I met you again today with a thick skin."

"You seem to know me the first day."

"Even if we have known each other for a long time, whether we can understand it is another matter."

After taking a sip of black tea, Yukino placed it on the coaster cautiously: "Just like you said,'Others are hell', people can't know anything other than themselves, so even if they are close to them, It can only be an outsider."

Thinking that it was still some time in early summer, the boy smiled with emotion: "You can be a wife."

"It's really in line with your daily speech, Biqigu Estrus."

With a new title, the dead fish eyes lazily can't lift the spirit. In the early winter when the cold wind is gradually rising, the mellow black tea aftertaste ends, and you can experience a trace of human warmth in Yui's body temperature.

This statement is good... great!

"...Yes, that's normal for you, Xuexiayou should be used to it."