My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Fuck, are you talking about me?"

After warming up, Mr. Cai Muzuo lay on his side, with a jade body (I think I should use this term several times), and suddenly asked this sensitive question.

"I am a liberal arts, how about you?"

The soft fat paper tilted his head: "Am I? I chose science."

"..."

"Science!"

"Nani?"

"...What does this expression mean, what's your dissatisfaction?"

Biqigu thought for a while, still stretched out his hand and patted his face: "Isn't it awake? Isn't your goal to become a light novel writer? This should also be liberal arts."

"Naive, naive! Yawata, you are so sweet!"

It sounds like you have tasted it.

Zamuza slapped his hand away, deliberately making a disgusting ridicule of "hee hee", and she also shook her finger like a girl...

Cai Muzuo sauce, your style is a bit wrong!

Biqigu's baby horrified, and backed a little bit. God knows what kind of abnormality will be caused by the second disease Jiawenqing.

"I will naturally absorb the liberal arts knowledge within the scope of my interest. The problem is that the science knowledge that I am not interested in, unless I have a last resort, I can't remember it."

What this sentence said made the liberal arts students so moved that all their urine came out.

"Of course, I am not good at mathematics and science..."

"Then you naturally have other reasons for choosing science, is it your family's suggestion?"

"Of course...but what's more terrible is that I am even less good at dealing with girls than science exams."

Looking into the distance, Cai Muzuo, who spoke in a calm and enlightened tone, looked so miserable at this moment.

There was something in his voice that he had seen it through, so that Biqigu suddenly discovered that his calmness and calmness was really handsome!

"Think about it, there must be few girls in science classes, and they are comfortable in the classroom, and even the girls who choose science are mostly quiet and honest (Animal Association). The liberal arts are just the opposite."

This is indeed the correct statement.

At least the author, there are only four boys in my university class...

But don't feel happy, because when the number gap is too big, girls stop treating boys as human beings, and add collectivism to them. I can only "fuck you" on them.

"Science looks hard, and—"

The boy increased his tone and his expression became serious: "What about your writer's dream? What about that?"

When asked about dreams and reality, Zamuza looked at the horizon in silence for a while. After finishing the rest of the warm-up exercise, he gave him a thumbs up and pointed at himself forcefully.

"Hachiman, run a lap with me!"

Don't look at the energy that he exploded after the melancholy, after the dream began to collapse, he looked handsome, but after only a few minutes of running, the wood seat began to fail to keep up.

"Woo, the hateful re-acceleration phenomenon... muddy, muddy..."

"Stop using the Kamen Rider stalk! It's so stiff!"

"What, what..."

"Ahem! Listen to me-dreams are important things, even if they are scarred, they must be protected. People who treat dreams as fools are the most annoying!"

"...What is this? Why don't I know?"

"Hehe, daze, the beautiful girl of light!"

"Wow...Hachiman, you are disgusting!"

Biqigu let out a sigh of relief, slowly speeding up to throw away the wood seat and start moving forward: "I'll be waiting for you in front."

In the middle of the run, he decisively betrayed his partner who said he wanted to run together. This is the basic etiquette in long-distance running and the rules of the Olympic Games.

But Biqigu still didn't drop him too much, so he ran in front of him unhurriedly, giving him a back view that he thought could be exceeded.

Dreams are actually the same as running.

He has goals and knows what to do, but many people don’t have perseverance and perseverance. The young man hopes that the guy behind him who is "hehehehehe" gasping can stick to his dreams and practice his dreams instead of being forced by reality. That fat body has become unlovable.

Blind Fisheye turned his head silently, thinking silently in his heart.

"Come on, General Jianhao!"

In the front of the Huhu, they chatted a few words as they ran, sometimes knocking on each other's shoulders or bumping their heads, occasionally sprinting twice with unknown meaning, laughing and playing like this, this is a kind of youth.

But, silently insisting on what you want to insist on, tearing, sweating and even bleeding for this, how can this not be a kind of youth?

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Ah, the wonderful youth, I really miss it.

Yesterday, I made sixty thousand and sixty-not twenty thousand. I regret it, and I will continue to work harder today.

Sudden death...

Chapter 23: Count, how many gays?

If Higiya Hachiman becomes Higiya Hachiko...

If he is still the monitor role with a ponytail...

If she is still blindfolded...

Probably they would warn the Ministry of Households when they were running: "Hey, boys give me a good run!" Then they were mocked and said, "Stop talking nonsense, ugly girl!".

Then Bazijiang burst into tears, and then complained to the teacher when the whole team assembled...

Damn, I feel so cute unexpectedly!

Biqigu didn't want to know if there was such a female version of himself in Parallel World who was about to spend three years in high school with tears and complaints. He just wanted to know where Yeshan Hayato was.

That guy isn't here, but it's okay, he was about to tap something from the mouth of these three people.

Suddenly Chrysanthemum caught a cold in Tobe, and he looked back nervously to see the lingering figure, his face turned pale suddenly, gritted his teeth and suddenly stopped.