My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

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My sincerity?What did I do to make her so happy?

Hmm...oh, I remember changing the sex of the book guest to ♀...

Is it this?

Double open new books, indulge laziness, let's fly together!

Chapter 10 Mr. Police, listen to my explanation

At this time, the two people who were stuck to the saw and couldn't cut it, quarreled again about a little incident.

The boy was speechless, and immediately sneered: "Maybe someone affected me. Oyachiman was so lucky, but this time I got a big murderer."

"What do you mean by yin and yang?"

"I mean, if you don't like listening, you can not listen."

Yukoshita smiled coldly: "Compared to the musty salted fish, I am not unlucky. Last time we went to visit Yui in the New Year with Yui, we got good lots."

Bajiang struck a haha ​​and walked in front: "I told you the luck of an idiot is very good. Otherwise, how could she pass the exam and stay for two years? Our dumplings must not be taken with you. Let the Buddha's grace be less."

"So, look at Xuexia, you must have neutralized the dumpling's luck last time. She definitely didn't draw the best lottery, right?"

Koyuna bulged her cheeks, and suddenly thought of something: "Zhonghe? Hmm... Give me your sign."

The girl took what he had handed over, tied the two gods together, and handed it to him: "Tie this to a tree."

"...Is this damn okay?"

"If you average it like this, there should be Xiaoji on both sides."

"Which formula is used to calculate this? It's obvious that both sides are small culprits!"

Yes, little fierce, little fierce.

very good.

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"It's incredible, why is it..."

They just bought something to eat, and they went to the shops around. After all, there might be some souvenirs that can't be found in other parts of Okinawa.

Xuexia's aura turned his eyes and kept staring at it.

Oh, there is something like Mr. Pan, no wonder she kept watching.

"are you buying?"

The girl nodded: "Um... don't let it go."

Don't nod if you don't buy it. How can you be so honest?

Even though she said that, the little girl still looked restless, looking at him from time to time, with the color of expectation, but Bachan got the accent.

"Come over and sleep with me that night, I can't sleep without a pillow."

Yukoshita just wanted to agree, but he immediately regained his senses, with a cold face: "...Do you want An Lunjun to see that you do trivial things to a child under ten years old."

"Well, the black-rimmed glasses are surnamed An Yi-besides, how am I to you?"

Koyuki flushed with anger, and licked her lips, so angry: "That's it..."

Bajiang saw that she couldn't say it, or she was embarrassed to say it, her attitude was even more arrogant: "What can I do to you? Am I the one who did something? At most, it's like Liumeijiang..."

"Stay in America--"

The blushing Xuexia was still blushing, sometimes staring at Mr. Pan, but was flashed by these words, and suddenly thought of something that he would never think about before, and walked to him solemnly: "Biqigu , To answer honestly, have you done anything strange about studying in the US?"

Biqigu's expression is also weird: "What strange thing?"

"It's—all the things you did to me!"

"What... did I do to you?"

She became more and more suspicious, with a cute little face, and her sweet voice restored Leng Che: "I found out that I seemed to underestimate your abnormality before."

"what……"

"Sure enough, what's the matter?"

Xuexia was about to burst into tears, and Bachan was the first step to realize heartbreakingly: "You actually suspected me——Xuexia! I am still a virgin now!"

This sentence... The voice is a little louder.

The eyes around became very interesting.

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"Mr. Police, let me explain!"

"Explanation? Everyone heard it just now, child molestation!"

"I'm not that I didn't..."

"You, come with us!"

"She is really my sister, we were joking just now-look at our dumb hair, isn't it the same?"

"You dumb hair... why do you look a little bit awkward?"

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After dealing with the police, the two went on shopping with a headache—especially when Xue Baobao’s eyes returned to Mr. Pan on the shelf again...

I had a headache and wanted to chop my head off.

Bajiang can see it. If Mr. Pan Kong didn't get it today, he would not be good.

what can we do about it?

What can we do?

While he was calculating the content of his wallet, Xuexia suddenly whispered: "Hey, this seems to be a non-sale item."