My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Yeah hello! Sorry to get up late?"

You, hello, did you copyright Tuanzi?

"This is Miss Yang from today's special lecturer!"

"Hello everyone, this is Xiaoyang..."

Hello everyone, I am a little...

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"Why did you call this person? Don't you know that she is very disruptive?"

"Is there any? It looks super-skilled, doesn't it?"

Isshiki's answer is not wrong, but Xuexia still complained, "Obviously I am enough..."

The boy just wanted to speak for comfort, but found that this sentence seemed a bit wrong.

Xuexia, what are you talking about?

If this is true for cooking, you alone are enough. If it is for H, you can barely make it. After all, the boss is not interested in H, really!

However, if you are talking about feelings...

The three girls lowered their heads to do things silently. Tuanzi probably didn't hear it, but Isshiki couldn't feel this human spirit. She and Yuguang's Yuguang kept staring at the young man, their eyes were open and their mouths were too afraid to speak.

Fortunately, at this time, someone broke the deadlock and rescued him from the upcoming Shura Field.

That's a loli--no, it's a young girl to be precise...

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Ye Shan is getting more and more attractive, do you think?

I'm going to do some extravaganza, although I know no one is watching, but I still have to make up, right?

Do you think I am super conscientious!!

Today is the last day of June, and next month will be the day when new books will be either dying or dying. I am looking forward to the arrival of the bloody storm...This statement is really cool.

Chapter 39 My sister finally couldn't help but want to start with my sister

The long hair was combed into two strands, both being taken care of to the length of shoulders, and wearing a small children's apron. The facial features similar to her sister destined this little guy to be beautiful in the future.

...Of course, don't follow your sister's scary eyes!

Kawasaki Kyoka is the younger sister of Kawasaki.

The girl with a long pony tail neatly helped her sister organize her clothes, and then let out a sigh of satisfaction, and took a photo as if she was going to keep it as a memorial.

"Little Eight, Little Eight!"

Such an immature childlike voice made the teenager overjoyed!

Smiling apologetically at Isshiki and Xuexia, Biqigu immediately walked over and let out a startled cry: "This apron... is kind of cute."

The apron just fitted Kokyo, and the embroidery on it was quite cute. He looked at Kawasaki Saki: "Or, would you help me make this apron?"

"what?"

"Um... the size of a ten-year-old girl."

Shahi Shahi suddenly said, "I thought you were going to wear it yourself..."

Biqigu waved his hand: "I don't need an apron, you might as well design a skirt for me..."

"..."

"Hey, what's the matter with your disgusting and defensive eyes? I'm talking about designing a skirt according to my size, not mine!"

Kawasaki turned around in disbelief and took a picture of his sister wearing an apron. After taking a lot of pictures, he remembered that his mission had not been completed.

"That, that, I have to go over there a little bit to make some preparations."

She seemed a little worried, and persuaded Qigu kindly: "It's okay, I'll take care of the children. Go ahead."

"Then, I will..."

Kawasaki nodded and walked out of the cooking room.

The boy watched her out, then looked at Xiao Jinghua.

smile.

The little girl was probably a little tired by her sister, she looked sleepy, her big eyes couldn't be opened, her fingers were holding his pants, as if she was about to stand and sleep like this.

"Xiao Jing! Xiao Jing!"

"Um... it's Xiao Ba..."

What's the matter, didn't you just ask me to come over? How come it's the way I just saw it now?

The boy squatted down: "Yes, it is Xiaohachi, although it is Yahata to be correct——"

"Ha, Yawata? What a strange name."

Hachiman stretched out his finger and poked the little devil's soft cheek.

Oh oh, great!

I poked me—the young man smiled and poked her face with a finger, Jinghua made a weird whining sound, tilting his head looked very confused.

The face of the young girl is really soft and slippery. It's not good, it's really soft. Although Komachi was like this when she was a child, she definitely doesn't feel this way now. Sure enough, my sister is not as cute as when she grew up.

As far as softness is concerned, the softest he knows should be his childhood sweetheart, especially when poking can also watch her unwilling but unable to get angry and can only puff her face.

Hey, Hui Mingming is so scheming, but sometimes he is actually a very young child.

Thinking like this, he poked Xiao Jinghua's face even more brazenly. Although Jinghua still had a confused expression, he seemed to remember something suddenly, and suddenly stretched out his hand: "Huh!"

The fleshy fingers pierced the boy’s face without any scruples. Fortunately, the fisheye reacted quickly. He tilted his head a little and hid him, but the kid seemed to think it was something like "You poke me, I poke you "Or "I poke you, if I poke you, I will poke you..." game, laughing and sticking out fingers.

It was full of fun while playing, and Kawasaki Saki’s troubled voice came from behind: "Um, you are..."

"I'm playing a game with her."

"It feels... why is it so wretched?"