My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"But, but hard work is hard work~..."

Isshi licked her lips and glanced at the cup on the table. She seemed to be thirsty and her shoulders began to tremble. This was a subconscious reaction that she resisted very much. Biqigu knew that she would say the most fundamental thing next. The reason, so she didn't let her drink water.

Because, from the conclusion of criminal psychology, let her drink water at this time, and the truth that is about to be exported will be swallowed back by her with the water.

"Hard work is not a big problem, so what other reasons are there?"

Under the eyes of those very oppressive dead fish, the girl lowered her head slightly and reluctantly said: "In that case... Isn't it a puppet?"

As she said, if Isshiki fulfilled his obligations as the student president in that way, the president's decision regardless of the matter would be emptied by the people below, and he would become a puppet.

The boy touched his chin and smiled: "This...should be your purpose, right?"

If that happens, she will definitely come to him often for help, or shelter, which is what she is best at.

Not only does she spend time at home, she also wants to occupy his time at school, such as asking him to eat with him on the excuse of "rejected by them", or "discussing things by the way" to go home with him, maybe even he is serving The time to hide in leisure will be taken away justifiably...

This man is too cunning in terms of human relations.

A little carelessness will be calculated by her.

Cunningly opened her big cute eyes and acted innocently: "...what are you talking about?"

"Pretend you less."

"Hey, senior looks so handsome today, handsome!"

Change the subject casually.

"Right."

Bi Qigu tilted his chin back slightly proudly: "Don't think that you can change the subject by complimenting me. Anyway, you should cheer up. It's not the color feather I know to be so decadent all the time!"

So I said that it is important to learn a foreign language, and to use it flexibly is more important.

Bajiang's English test score is very high, but he doesn't use it often, so he doesn't know that the so-called "handsome" is generally not used to describe handsome people.

(In the process of language and text interaction between the extensive and profound Chinese and the world-wide English, the idiom "two-pronged approach", its professional term is called 3P, translated into English is threesome.

By analogy, 4P is foursome. It can be seen that some also means "xx", so don't say handsome...

That's not handsome, that's called .)

With a "huh", Isshiki sighed like a wry smile and a smile: "Well...Since the predecessors have said this, there is no way~"

"Hey, don't push me everything, I am correcting your character."

Yishi ignored him, curled his legs habitually, but didn't notice that he was sitting on the table, under the short skirt of his uniform, showing a large pink and white face: "And...in addition, he was mocked by his classmates behind the scenes. It's also annoying."

The words were interrupted here, and his upper body was leaning forward, his head pressed against his chest, and then he raised his small face cutely, and suddenly revealed a wicked smile: "The most important thing is that seniors feel serious. Yujiang is cute, right?"

How can one say that he is Caiyujiang?

The face is not necessarily thinner than him.

Yawata nodded slightly: "If you really can't find the reason, or you don't want to tell the real reason, then it's not impossible to take'effort to become the president of the student council' as a response to my expectations."

"So, how to solve it now, vote of confidence?"

Biqigu picked up a pile of lists that had been written earlier on the table, muttered to himself, or just said to someone hiding outside the door: "Isse didn't want to be the president of the student council. The initial negative factors were not It’s not that I’m worried about losing in the vote of confidence, but I hate it when I participate in a vote of confidence that I’m going to win, and become a student president miserably.

What everyone doesn't want, she will have a feeling of being given away.

"Then it is because the situation has deteriorated further, the vote of confidence may not necessarily be passed-of course, it may also be -"

The boy lowered his voice: "You tell me honestly, did you deliberately spread those rumors?"

"Ah...huh?"

He analyzed the expression on this guy’s face and took a deep breath: “I want to use this matter to get everyone to focus on the student union election, and then he won the final victory with the assistance of many parties, which not only aggravated this The weight of this election also shows one's personal connections from the side..."

To others who don’t know the truth, this year’s election is an inspirational story about a candidate who was slandered by rumors, but has always persisted. It not only showed his will, but also gained the pity and praise of most people.

What a perfect script.

"What a great scheming!"

"What? Why do I do this kind of thing? The senior said it is so strange, it must be spraying people in the hole again."

Caiyu bulged her cheeks, she didn't know if she was really unclear or she was pretending. Bi Qigu didn't want to delve into this issue at all, but sighed: "In the future, you must let Yui, this fool, stay away from you. Count the money—"

Yingying smiles filled his big eyes: "So~ what should I do now? Senior~"

Pass the list in her hand to her: "This is your support group, which has exceeded one-third of the support rate."

He took it blankly, with a look of confusion.

"Yeshan, there are some real chargers from Totsuka who helped you handle them."

The girl looked at him tearfully, as if she wanted to agree.

He walked to the door and waved indifferently: "I'm just helping you build momentum on the Internet. Let me sort it out now. I'll go out and get some air."

The boy who opened the door saw the very familiar pink at the corner of the corridor, and smiled slightly: "By the way, Isshi, I have to praise you, the white matches you well."

"Eh?"

"Fat times are exposed..."

"Wow--"

The boy closed the door smartly and left the room.

By the way, Kawasaki Saki’s fat time is black...

…………

Before him, it was the period of high school life before Yui brought him lunch every day. He would often sit on the steps below the special building with bread and milk at noon.

While eating to fill your stomach, you feel the wind between the sea and land.

The first time I was approached by a girl, it seemed to be here.

"Don't sit on the ground, it's cold."

The young man stood lightly beside Yui without incident, reaching out to pull her up, but the girl shook her head slightly: "Just sit for a while."

"...I really can't do anything with you."