My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

——What a coincidence your sister!

Yawata stared at his head blankly: "What the hell, if it's not interesting enough, I'm not interested in listening!"

"Huh! Isn't the purpose here to help?"

"Ah, it will probably change after this year. The Ministry of Service will become a subordinate organization of an evil organization that spans the multiverse! Yes, our Minister Yukoshita will rule this earth..."

Mr. Woodzuo in the second middle school was defeated by the bigger middle second: "Ahem, what? I have a little headache..."

The boy in Class C of the second year had a solemn tone, and his fat body was sitting upright. Even the minister of minister who pretended to be indifferent couldn't help straightening his back.

However, Biqigu interrupted his speech apologetically, and Zamuza, who had finally gotten serious, was beaten back to his original form: "What, Yawata?"

The young man swept him from head to toe, and pointed to the other person's forehead with a weird expression: "You sweated a lot when you came in just now. Did you go to the playground to be practiced again?"

"No no no!"

Cai Muzuo sighed: "I still think there should be a relatively easy way to lose weight in the world, so I don't go there anymore... Ah, because the members of the student union just now seemed to be packing something and rushed into the corridor Squeezed me out of sweat—"

He also lowered his voice, but his tone was a little triumphant: "At that time, I suffocated two farts abruptly and went back. If you think about so many people present, if one can't control it, you will lose your head. "

"..."

Blinky don't know what to say.

Then, Mr. Timberza suddenly frowned, opened his mouth and hiccup...

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Why should I go to the Internet cafe codeword?Because this is really a hell of a place, one small stop for three days and one big stop for five days will be quite troublesome for me if there is a power outage. The signal base station is out of power and even the traffic is useless, so I have to go to an Internet cafe a few kilometers away...

Last night, I saw the group discussing the plot of the novel for the first time. Hey, I thought I was dazzled after taking the wrong medicine, and I was so excited that I haven't slept well.

Chapter 3 Don't worry about getting married with a voice actor anymore!Old thief!

"After all, what is it with you?"

"Ah, didn't I say that I was worrying about whether I could become an editor?"

Biqigu stared at the fat man in front of him, and sighed for a long time: "I don't think there is any need to worry, Cai Muzuo, have confidence in yourself."

General Jianhao looked at his close friend with emotion, tears in his eyes: "Hachiman, I will definitely..."

The Great Bodhisattva Hachiman gave him the compassionate smile of a Great Bodhisattva: "You must be confident that you are not an editor!"

The touched expression froze on his face: "..."

"Either you, or us, are very confident!"

"Woohoo..."

This guy is starting to do something irrelevant again...

Just when Mr. Timberza was in despair, the dumpling who was listening to the side muttered softly: "Editor, isn't it light or something..."

Yuihama Yui is so nice, he is a good person.

Compared to the other two, it seems that she is the real bodhisattva-until Xuexia, who was still a little concerned about it just now, maybe because of the answer of Zamuzuo, she felt that there was no value in listening, and turned her head down and turned the pages of the library.

And the color feather, whose original interest is zero, is dignified with eyelash curlers.

However, Zaokiza just wanted to say something to Yui, but before he said anything, Dumpling sat back again and started playing with the phone.

"..."

[Picture: How miserable] Link: http://novel-cdn.kuangxiangit.com/uploads/chapterimgs/13844170512/084508-10051.jpg

This Bodhisattva is probably a wicked eye...

Although he was used to being alone, the feeling of loneliness emanating from General Yoshiki at that moment made Yawata feel a little sad.

So he kindly continued the topic: "So what, editor?"

"Ah! Hmm! Compared to light novelists, editors are very stylish! In addition to a stable life, they are creative professions, ah, they will be close to the animation production scene, and the most important thing is It's possible for a seiyuu to get married! Wow ha ha ha!"

Hey, old thief!

Is it so good to marry a seiyuu?

It's no different except for the sound of ecstasy!

Cai Muzuo's thinking is very bad!

(In the final analysis, the ultimate goal is to marry a seiyuu, which is super bad. The marriage rate in this era is very low. How can a light novel writer marry a seiyuu? Give me almost a little!)

Oh, how much sadness and grievance the old thief expressed through his self-inflicted words through the wood seat, come to comfort him personally!

[Picture: Laughing and crying] Link: http://novel-cdn.kuangxiangit.com/uploads/chapterimgs/13844170512/084158-59658.jpg

"Wood Block."

"What, what..."

Because Dead Fish Eye slowly lowered his voice and leaned forward, the discouraged Zao Mu Zuo had to correct his bloated sitting posture and met the gloomy Dead Fish Eyes straight.

Looking at his expression, Yahata suddenly showed a mischievous smile: "Did you have this kind of thought when you were in middle school-I can have a girlfriend when I go to high school."

"bawl!"

Bachan happily again saw Mr. Zamuza's face covering his heart in pain, with grease and sweat on his wide greasy forehead and fell into a pitiful silence. Thinking about it, it feels quite interesting, better than Qigu. The remaining brave chased the poor, so he attacked again: "Sa! You should think the same way now-I will be able to have a girlfriend when I go to college! Right? Right? Oh, what are you nervous about? "

"Hey! Why, why would you know!!"

The boy patted his thick shoulder empathetically, and sighed: "Mr. Caimu, after all, everyone came here like this..."

He let out a sigh of emotion when he didn't pay attention.

Yes, I-to be precise, no matter who it is, there has been such a period. After all, when I was young, I didn't know the depth.

When we are staring at society...

When I was in elementary school, I thought that when I went to middle school, I would be very full. When I went to the middle school, I felt that college life is the focus of youth... Until I was in college, maybe some people have the illusion that they can get married at about 25?

Too sweet, too sweet.

Neither you nor me are too sweet.

In fact, the author, when I was in high school, gradually witnessed the initial operation of the real world from the increasingly stereotyped interpersonal relationships, and silently overturned the inexplicable self-confidence of "Which is better at Tsinghua University and Peking University" and "Which is better between Xiaohong and Xiaoxue". Reconciledly reduce the dream within the scope of possible realization, and continuously lower the lower limit, whether it is appeals or ethics, it is lowering, so that it is not clear whether it is still there.