My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

And the childhood sweetheart and bamboo horse at the cultural festival the next day still had nothing to do. Biqigu, who was still arrested by the young man, raised his eyes from a magazine: "Is it going to panic, or do you want me to help find the so-called chairman?"

Yishi smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "Just as if I didn't say anything-hey, wait, wait, wait a while."

The school girl who had known her when she was in middle school stared at the magazine on his knees, her voice trembling slightly.

"What is the problem?"

Isshiki's fingertips trembled, and his hands gestured like epilepsy: "Look at this! This!"

Isshiki pointed to the magazine where he wrote reviews and work information of a certain publishing house staff. It summarized the university from which he was born and the current work content, working hours per week, and approximate schedule of the day.

Of course, this is not the point.

The point is..."Twenty-five-year-old collects 10 million a year?"

"Awesome, really amazing! Leading Publishing House is so amazing... You can earn so much after three years of graduation? And there will be a salary increase every year after that?"

The boy was amazed, and the childhood sweetheart who was playing with his mobile phone also looked over with a surprised look. Ms. Kato Megumi probably also exclaimed at this kind of thing.

"Huha!"

In the voice of taking a deep breath, Yishi held his left hand on his face, revealing a swollen bun-like cute smile: "I want to marry the editor."

"Calm down! Calm down! I think I should marry the editor!"

"Senior, you should calm down..."

"But Caiyu is really going to be an editor...well, is it a job as an editor?"

"Well……"

Seeing her hesitant appearance, the teenager encouraged her: "If there is a goal, there is motivation. Isn't it good to work hard towards the goal every day?"

Yishi nodded in agreement: "Yes, work hard, I work hard!"

"What about it?"

"Of course I did a few years of clerical work, married and retired!"

With a straightforward answer, Hachiman sighed helplessly: "I feel like you will be more useless than me in the future..."

"How can it be!"

Hui looked at him quietly: "Do you really want to be an editor?"

"Don't go or go!"

"Why?"

"A good family cook..."

Miss Kato was speechless about his ambitions, and Yishi secretly whispered in his ear: "Senior, I recommend being an editor, editor!"

"No! I'm not working, nor looking for a job."

He frowned, couldn't get used to the fragrance of cosmetics on the girl's body and the warm exhalation, and tilted his head to one side: "I have asked Zai Muzuo. Originally, it was not easy to become an editor..."

"Well, this profession, anyway, you have to work hard for many years from now... It's quite hard."

He was also arrested as a young man—to be precise because he was too abnormal in his behavior in the gym yesterday and was forbidden to enter today. The idle Mr. Takizuo had been tapping his notebook with his mechanical pencil until just now, but he stopped at any time. Down.

Jun Zuo, who had been stunned for a while, seemed to have burnt out in the sun and said, "Sure enough, even if I become a light novel writer, there is nothing I can do?"

"what?"

"...I can't marry the voice actress."

The other three people were obviously choked by this sentence. Biqigu still kindly patted people's head, like a watermelon, and the shot was banging loudly: "Recognize the reality, Lumuzuo! If the condition is necessary, it is and If the seiyuu gets married, then most of the professions are out... the editor is the same."

"Eight. Yawata! In other words, is it the age of supervision? The person who made the animation must have a good relationship with the voice actors!

I know a female supervisor from Utsunomiya, maybe she has experience!

The young man stretched his hands helplessly: "Forget it...well, you can be happy if you are."

This sentence means the same thing as "you are happy". However, the thinking circuit of this person is a bit strange: "Eight, Hachiman! What is going on with this line that seems to be an ex-boyfriend... Hey, don't be like this, we don't , Isn't it this kind of relationship..."

"..."

"Wowo is wrong! Don't slap your face! My glasses..."

…………

"Are you going to be an editor?"

This is what the girl who was making curry asked at night.

She was wearing a white apron, her not-too-long black hair dangling with her shaking left and right, quietly and very naughty.

"Well, that career can actually be considered, but..."

He didn't express his concerns, but leaned against the kitchen door and sighed: "There are still five years left, why are you worried?"

There are still five years to graduate from university. We are still very young.

I don’t know if she understands the meaning of this sentence. Anyway, she is still facing him and busy in her apron. It’s really cute. Although she’s seen this look many times, it’s just that every time she sees it, his heart is Will be more like it.

This may be like growing up with my sister and staying together.

There is always a bumpy heart thrilling in the gentle stream, bumping and bumping, slowly flowing.

Especially when he realizes that he is probably used to getting along with her in the future, and when he realizes that he probably likes this girl, the feeling is like a river bursting, although his face I can’t see what is there, but in behavior, I don’t want to separate for a moment...

"what?"

His little white hand shook in front of his eyes, and Hachiman suddenly recovered. Kato Kei was holding a small spoon and stood in front of him: "What are you thinking about? I keep asking you not to agree."

"Sorry, I was distracted just now."

The girl didn't delve into it, just let him open her mouth.

"what?"

She stuffed a spoonful of curry into his mouth, smiling like an orchid: "How does it taste? Is it delicious?"

The fish-eyed Biqigu is an honest person who likes to tell the truth: "Well, how do I put it...this is the best curry I have ever eaten."

Society, society!