My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Megumi Kato, who was pulling his ears, put down the cup, glanced at the silent boy, and then smiled at the girl at the bar: "Two more donuts."

Then turned his head, ignored the silence between them, and poked his hand: "Where are you going in the afternoon, are you going to watch a movie?"

Hachiman pouted strangely: "Did you have already made your itinerary for today?"

So why ask me now?

"Oh, is it?"

Hui smiled apologetically: "Um... next stop, love hotel?"

Bajiang was almost scared to death: "...Nani?"

"Ah, sorry, I got the advertising paper. The next stop is the pet market on the seaside Makuhari."

"Then let's go to the pet market, now, yang milk, then let's go first!"

Yukoshita Yonoi has constipation on his face. "... The name just now seems to be malicious. By the way, the student union election or something, the tour will have to retire?"

"You mean Chengye?"

"It's a tour tour! It's so cute."

The guy chuckled, "Surely she will ask Koyuki to be the president, right?"

"No, how could the minister of the Ministry of Service become the president of the student union?"

"What? It's boring."

Miss Yang Nai stomped her feet with a bit of dissatisfaction: "... Then Xiaoxuna doesn't plan to be the president?"

"If she dares to go, someone will cry and hang herself."

Just as he and Kato stood up, there was a sigh that seemed to be thinking about something.

"Ok……"

"what?"

Miss Yangnai showed the cute smile that she had always had. "Huh? It's nothing, because I didn't become the president of the student council."

Biqigu smiled gloomily, his smile full of pride.

Xuexia is no longer the one who only knows to follow you and wants to knock you over!

If you didn't become the president of the student council, did she have to go?

As if feeling his thoughts, Miss Yang Nai simply smacked her lips nonchalantly: "Student president, because that is troublesome and dirty."

Biqigu smiled and said nothing.

Just find an excuse here, find a reason, your sister has been distorted by me and Tuanzi into another look. Although you want to see your sister change, but after the change, there are some jealous people, ugly... …

"...You laugh so ugly."

After the horrifying, cold voice, Miss Yang Nai lay weakly on the table: "Sure enough... it's better than Mr. Kegu."

"I'm molesting me again!"

Yawata muttered lowly, only to feel the cold on his back, shivering.

It's not the kind of pleasure that is formed in the fear of peeping into the dark and dark caves of the abyss—tsk, the cave is so dirty.

It's not that the charming voice and the perfect curve make him estrus.

But because... a terrible look is staring at him, holding a hatchet while staring at his neck...

What's up?

Xuexia is not here, nor are the black dumplings!

It's even impossible for my sister to come here...

He looked at Xiang Hui subconsciously, and the girl looked at him cutely, not knowing why.

Illusion.

In this way, the boy who comforted him yawned and decided that if he wanted to go to the movies, he would have a good sleep.

"Let's go. By the way, your screen name—yes, just change the name that you send to the Ministry of Service. It's not creative at all."

A woman with short hair lying on her stomach, twisting her head: "The screen name... Then, how about the moon?"

How tacky you are, sister-in-law!

You can just call Auntie!

The boy sighed subtly: "If you are called Moon, I might as well change my name. How do you think of "Bright"?"

This person clearly reveals his heart to the sister-in-law!

…………

"Huh? Biqigu?"

This came from an unexpected place, and the teenager who was about to step away paused.

Looking up, they were two high school girls.

One of them was hot with fluffy short-wave bobs, and there were some dangling faces underneath that looked surprised.

It should be this person who spoke to him.

Dressed in the uniform of a seaside comprehensive college close to home, but carrying a bag is from a private high school in Tokyo.

Who is this guy?

"Wow, I miss it! This is not a rare character!"

The girl wanted to reach out and pat his shoulder refreshingly, but when he stepped back and let go, the boy narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"

He recalled the recent events and found that there was indeed no intersection with the person in front of him, his eyes twitched: "Did you admit the wrong person?"

"No, weird surnames like Biqigu, but I have a deep memory... It's me, my junior high school classmate, remember? Orimoto?"

"Ziben? How does this surname smell like a prodigal wife?"

After a few whispered words, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and there was a sudden expression on his face: "Oh, I remember, you are the eight-cough, you are indeed from a middle school class."