My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"There will be no trouble today, so rest assured."

Yawata curled his lips slightly: "Don't, please feel free. I kind of hate the unchanging life."

"Ah, this sentence is really surprising."

"Okay, Ye Shan is here."

After finishing the rope tie and looking around, Ye Shanjun slightly raised his hand and walked towards him.

"Sorry, I was a little late."

"No, just right."

It's only within one or two minutes of error.

Biqigu, who has stricter time requirements, expressed magnanimity.

Then the girl's side...

"Awaited--"

"Sorry for being late..."

Orimoto raised his hand as if carelessly, while her friend Chika Nakamachi lowered his head a little apologetically.

"Three minutes and nineteen seconds."

Blindly glanced at these two people: "Punctuality is a traditional Japanese virtue."

Look!

This is a different treatment!

Say it's not a dead gay!

"Huh, why are you here?"

Orimoto Kaori had an expression of "Why are you here?", rubbing her temples more desperately than Kegu: "I also said who the girl Yeshan invited is, it turns out to be you...Tsk, that woman is really troublesome. ."

The handsome blond guy who secretly gave his acting a thumbs up rounded up: "Go to the movie now?"

"Okay—"

"Go shopping first."

Looking at the phone, Biqigu interrupted Orimoto: "The winter dusk is relatively early. It's only six o'clock, and the movie is just around eight o'clock."

"Then it's up to you."

Hayato Hayama patted the boy's shoulder with a hearty expression: "Hi-Kiguya-san, I will trouble you with today's itinerary!"

"..."

Brother, can you not laugh so ambiguously?

Xianjin adjusted the stride of himself and the two girls, and walked forward while talking.

Biqigu took a step after them.

Because... he couldn't listen to the conversation between those two idiots.

"Is that right?"

"Is it right?"

"That means..."

"Some and some!"

I really want to press their heads on the poles to regroup.

Fifteen minutes later...

Although Hayama Hayato wants to consider his feelings and occasionally asks his opinion, Yahata's answer is mostly such things as "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh andhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhahhahhahhahahahahahahahahahahah and as a pair...

Even fighting games have more voice types than you, better than Qigu!

Twenty minutes later, unexpectedly, Kaori Orimoto was one step behind and walked side by side with him.

"Biqigu, something has changed. It used to be super boring."

The teenager who was texting with the little Liumei bastard glanced at her sideways, and said in a low voice: "I have never changed in terms of strength and lack of strength. The reason why you think I am boring is because I think you are boring. You can even talk. Optional."

"Yes, is it?"

The girl with slightly curly short hair was silent: "If you were like this back then, you should really think that middle school students like us are quite boring."

"What I talk about every day is nothing more than idols and games, who are in love again, and who are dumped again. To be honest, if it's not to prevent my sister from getting too lost, then I can just jump to high school— —Although high school is not interesting."

Orimoto sighed: "I think others are boring, maybe there is a problem on the side of people, they are the so-called colored glasses."

Biqigu was very surprised: "You can actually say such a thing?"

With a bored expression on the girl's face, she looked over carefully:

"But why did you suddenly get angry that day? It's because of your current girlfriend? It's just inexplicable..."

"You are inexplicable, I warned you to shut up."

Orimoto grinned: "It seems that I was really afraid of being heard by my current girlfriend... Alas, I only reacted later. It was really not intentional at the time."

Hachiman waved his hand indifferently: "I'm afraid of her? I'm afraid of being just under the snow? You think too much, I just don't like others to talk about my previous things in front of me, especially personal and emotional issues.

"Ah, it's so proud, Mr. Biqigu."

She suddenly put her smile away and looked at the couple in front of her: "Although there is such an unpleasantness, it should be OK as a friend? After all, it's so funny—"

"But you are not funny at all."

Orimoto tilted his head slightly: "Anything will do!"

She wanted to take a few steps forward, then remembered something and turned back: "If we hold a classmate meeting next time, will Mr. Biqigu come too?"

Hachiman waved his hand in disgust, "No, no, absolutely."

"It's so funny."

"Take you bloody pants!"