My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

Isshi knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Boy, there is confidence in his voice, and the ending is crisp and clear.

Biqigu cheered up and walked in with Yishi.

Pushing open the door, the roar of noise came oncoming, and there were tables and chairs in the room, which looked no different from the school classroom.

Two people walked in with the cold wind, but the noise showed no signs of abating, and there was no sight to them.

Are you immersed in your own topic?

A boy in the uniform of the Haibin Comprehensive High School raised his hand: "Little Caiyu, this way."

So Isshiki is used to gaining the sympathy of others by relying on her young age, and she will naturally be taken advantage of by others. The second-year guys call her like that, but Biqigu glanced at the girl and she didn't move at all. In the chest, will this guy be called "Little Caiyu, Little Caiyu", getting smaller and smaller, I said...

"Ah, good afternoon."

The boy who said hello looked at the dead fish eyes behind her with surprise, and raised his eyebrows slightly. This was a subconscious action that wanted to attract attention.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm--"

"It's a senior in a society."

Isshiki quietly pulled his sleeves, with a lovely smile: "By the way, I'm still a prospective boyfriend!"

...Isn't it an ex-boyfriend?

"Eh...that's it."

The other party re-faced Biqigu with emotion: "I am Yusheng, the president of the Haibin Comprehensive Student Union, please advise!"

The teenager looked at his outstretched hand. He was tall and thin, with a white shirt, neat and symmetrical lapels, and meticulous. It was just a meeting between students. Even the suit was worn and the tie was very beautifully taken care of-he Frowning slightly, how do you feel that this person is a bit rigid?

Although the meticulous attraction of a man is second only to the nakedness of a woman, it is another matter if it is rigid and meticulous.

Eyes, slightly short-sighted, will unconsciously squint when speaking.

Nose, when I saw him, the wings of his nose were slightly open, and he spoke with a slight nasal sound, which was a vigilant manifestation of dealing with strangers.

The palm of the hand, after slowly rubbing it, reached out to him... there was a problem.

In behavioral research, palm friction is divided into two types: fast and slow. If the speed is fast, it means that you have an urgent mood for something, or that you have high expectations for something, but if it is very slow friction It shows that it is in a state of depression, what is it worrying about?

"What are you worried about?"

Biqigu didn't touch his hand, but asked such a sentence coldly. The president of Haibin High School suddenly stiffened, but he immediately returned to normal: "...ah, hello."

Yu Sheng didn't seem to care about his plan, but seemed to continue the conversation just now.

However, he was blocked again before speaking, "Hachigaya Hachiman, please take care of me."

Biqigu had a fisheye, and slowly stretched out his hand with a kind of charity...

"..."

After disrupting the opponent's rhythm, the first step in the initiative to speak lies in who will act first.

Yu Sheng frowned and shook hands with him, and felt his head hurt in an instant. This person is not very good...

………………

"I have been thinking, can we achieve synergy (cooperation and win-win) for both parties by building a mutual respect (respect) partnership (cooperative relationship)?"

...

"Humph..."

"senior?"

Sitting next to Isshiki-to be precise, being pulled by Isshiqiang sitting next to her, Biqigu looked at the opposite president from a distance while talking to his subordinates while making strange movements with his right hand.

It's a bit like... the posture of a ghost animal in another world that really used his wretched ability.

"What is he doing? Is he kneading the dough or the balls?"

Yahata probably understood it after reading it for a few minutes. The student council president opposite did not know what related books he had read, and learned some stream of consciousness behavior induction. Whether it was gestures or standing postures that changed from time to time, they were all attracting attention—— It's a pity that I learned half a bucket of water. The English words that popped up when I spoke seemed to the students to be very tall, but to the dead fisheye, these were all imaginary.

Logically speaking, Isshiki's cold reading is also a half bucket of water. Half a bucket of water and half a bucket of water should be matched, but Isshiki seems to have been suppressed miserably. It seems that the reason should be the other people on Zong Wu Gao. Body.

When he thought this way, someone walked up to him.

"Eh? Biqigu?"

"Ok?"

The girl in the uniform of the seaside comprehensive high school that was a little messy was combing her shaggy black hair with her hands.

"Folding wood?"

"It's a discount!"

Orimoto Kaori.

Junior high school students.

Speaking of it, Orimoto is indeed Haibin Comprehensive High School, and I don't know how her friend and Yeshan developed last time.

"Is Biqigu from the Student Union?"

"No, I'm here to help."

"Ah, this is the same for me, and my friend invited me over..."

"I can see that only you among you are interested in snacks. You speak the loudest and laugh the most times, and the members of the student union are busy with their boring and empty topics..."

"Well."

Orimoto pouted while looking at Isshishi who turned his head back: "My girlfriend is the president of the student council..."

Caiyu, who was just about to turn around to write something, immediately showed a happy smile, shyly scratching her cheek: "No..."

The teenager didn't care what the two girls were talking about. Instead, he looked at the four men on the opposite side except Yu Sheng, and laughed mockingly: "How would the students in your school look like a gangster organization."

A non-mainstream glasses with sleeves rolled up and seeming to be ready to fight at any time, a Chinese face with arms around his chest in a suit, and a jeans girl with his hands in his pockets...there is also no characteristic.