My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

There will be no students wandering in the corridors at this time. There will be no health care rooms that seem unusually quiet, and the surrounding air is probably the coldest in Zou Wu Gao.

After tapping, the door was opened from the front, and the smell of disinfectant came out. A female classmate happened to be chatting with the teacher in the health room.

"Oh oh oh, isn't this the kid from Xiao Jing?"

For a young woman in white, the teacher in the health room looked at his face while smiling: "What's the matter? Her complexion is not very good."

He seemed to be a quiet and lovely friend, and he barely squeezed out a smile: "I feel, I have a cold."

"The judgment of a layman is dangerous, let me see."

The health care teacher touched his forehead, looked in his eyes, took out the thermometer and handed it to him: "It doesn't seem to be pretending..."

"..."

Bajiang took it over silently.

It is indeed a well-trained health care teacher who has competed against a large number of students who skipped classes under the pretext of being sick.

If he hadn't really caught a cold, he would probably be seen through at a glance!

No matter what time it is, the female teacher cannot be underestimated!

"That... where is it stuffed?"

Biqigu held up the thermometer and asked nasty questions...

But the teacher didn't seem to hear the staleness of this stuff, and pointed to his chest: "The armpits are just fine."

Five minutes later, he sighed regretfully, seemingly want to try to insert ~ into the anus ~ door Biqigu handed the thermometer to him.

"...This is a bad cold."

"The diagnosis is so fast..."

"Kidding……"

The female teacher seemed to want to tease him very much, probably because she often heard Xiaojing complain about this little bastard, so she was very curious about him.

"But, your eyes are so cloudy, you must be sick, um, for sure!"

If this theory can be established, wouldn't the fisheyes be sick all day long?

How does one party pass?

What about Sakata Ginshi?

This teacher is too sloppy!

"Do you want to rest here?"

"...Why does it always feel like one link is missing-teacher! Do you have medicine?"

"Ah, it's actually not a trouble, just go home and get a good night's sleep, so be it."

The female teacher opened the pink ambiguous curtain, revealing the bed inside...

A smile on his face: "Go to bed..."

"..."

This bridge...

A bit familiar!

Well, here I seriously cast aside those who like to follow suit, whether it is novel creation or film and television creation!

There are just a few stories that come and go. What is the point?

Like A~V in Japan, it’s either a water delivery or a widow, a female teacher or a search officer—interesting?

(TRP-036, this is the office number of Mr. Tachibana.)

I don't know TMA!

(I haven't seen any TMA, really, everyone!)

Bajiang climbed onto the bed honestly. There was a beautifully folded towel on the bed. He slept like a civet cat in a peculiar sleeping position and nestled inside.

"Remember to call me, teacher! If you forget me here and lock the door, I will freeze to death."

"Ah, it doesn't matter, what are you afraid of if there is heating?"

There was another conversation across the pink curtain.

As I gradually fell into sleep, I seemed to smell a quiet and lovely fragrance on the quilt...

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Thank you for Zhibao's⑨——You also said that you are not supporting me?

Thanks to Remilia of the Red Devil Mansion (this is my copy), Satila, the blade of the Shiba Inu... the data is terrible.

Well, for the sake of such a miserable situation, I will watch three more today!(Desperate and polite smile)

Hello everyone, I am salted fish...

Xianyu asks for support!

Chapter 14 Girls' Hearts Are Very Heavy

"Smile is an advertisement, happiness is a popular tune."

"What about sadness?"

"... Is that a poem?"

"Are you going to cry? Cry, it's okay, I can cry for you, we have to help each other..."

"This is a trick, not worth mentioning."

"Anyway, senior, you isolated yourself..."

Most of the people in this city are mediocre, with only the bustling streets and shops, cars coming and going.

Standing in the center of a crowded street, staring indifferently or ignoring everything.

His eyes seemed to be staring at the distant horizon.