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Chapter 483 Crayon Xiaoliang

From playing a supporting role to a leading role in a dream concert, the entire Kpop circle in the southern peninsula seems to be going crazy for a penguin trainee named "Jiang Fatxiu".

In the end, the seniors of Xiao Qi, who were completely fans, were as childish as a group of juniors who were "crying" and pestering Jiang Pangxiu to take off the penguin head, and then were run onto the stage by the junior sister - IZ*ONE

The girls laughed and protected.

The funniest thing was that the penguin trainee spread his hands, showing his helplessness at being vying for favor.

It caused the whole audience to burst into laughter.

In fact, some fans have boldly guessed his identity.

With such contrasting and cute personalities, a unique and ethereal voice, an impressive stage charm, a surname Jiang, and a quirky personality, plus the closeness of the ball girls, the answer is easy to come out, and there is only one that can stir people's hearts - the national ball head.

As a result, the scene became even crazier.

If Wan Zi Tou hadn't run so fast, the concert scene would have been really out of control.

"Ryoko, get up and eat."

Xianyu turned over, and Jiang Xiaoliang, with messy hair, sat on the bed, dazed for a long time.

Those light blue eyes blinked, cute and dazed.

Running around from winter to spring, the paper man feels exhausted and completely out of battery, which is so fatal.

"Hmm~"

Human beings are all born towards the sun.

So she stretched first and then subconsciously turned her head to look for the sunshine she should have.

Looking out the window, there are beautiful handmade flowers made of paper and rope. Kim Min-joo learned this from Cui Yami, who is allergic to pollen but loves flowers.

The tuition fee was for Min Zhou to shout "Little Liang Oupa" for three days.

Not to mention, Miss Minzu, who closed her eyes shyly and angrily, and whispered "Liangduba" in a low voice like a confession, was so cute.

After all, who in Aiziwan doesn’t know that Xiaoliang is a craftsman who loves to bully and make pills.

His eyes glanced towards the flowers.

The clouds outside the window seemed to be in a good mood, and after drinking a little wine, they turned into sunset glow when I was slightly drunk and blushing.

Well, just like the pure lady in front of me.

"What are you looking at? Ryoko."

"Sunset glow, belated moon."

"Look, I think you are going to lose weight!" Jiang Huiyuan tied up the buns, leaned over slightly, scratched Xiaoliang's chin with his hand, and continued to smile: "Ah, when I first met you,

You can still see the neck, but now it’s almost gone and it’s about to turn into a double-decker tower.”

The moon shines on more than one person.

But there was only a white moonlight in Guangbei's eyes.

Jiang Xiaoliang, who had slept for almost a day and a night, still hadn't woken up. At this moment, she was still a soft "little Liangmei", squinting her eyes like a cat when someone scratched her chin, feeling dazed.

Words spoken inadvertently can make people want to say something.

“I’m thinking, I’m watching, Father Sun, who is off work, has lost all the setting sun to pick up...”

"Haha, Pabu Ryoko."

The gentle laughter ripples in my heart.

In the cozy dormitory bed, Jiang Xiaoliang turned his head slightly to look at Jiang Huiyuan's delicate profile, and quietly watched the girl's smile.

Appreciating the pure frown and smile alone makes people want to taste the warm and charming red lips alone...

Looking at Miss Beizi, who was kneeling on the bed and piercing her hair with a sincere and doting look on her face, Jiang Xiaoliang couldn't help but purse her lips.

It seemed that he was stunned by the girl's innocence.

Ryoko’s little voice when she wakes up a little bit is very cute:

"Jiang Beizi, I'll leave it at that. When you get married, I will never follow your family's money."

"Get out!"

Brother Beizi was embarrassed by the people in front of him.

Jiang Xiaoliang's stomach growled, and her heart was pounding.

She couldn't say bad words to Xiao Liangmei, so she could only push her head down with a small pink punch.

"Jiang Xiaoliang! Let you talk nonsense, let you talk nonsense~"

"Oh!!"

Fighting room.

Beizi's retro floral skirt rests on Ryoko's waist.

Slightly trembling and messy, revealing the delicate collarbone, a drop of sweat slid along the pink and white neck, thin but well-proportioned, and slid into a more imaginative place.

Guangbei's hairband had already struggled and flew to the ground.

The hair that should have been neatly combed back has become messy. A pair of hands of the lead singer gently inserted into the pure girl's hair, revealing a white forehead and shy eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

Those light blue eyes reflected the pure and charming Miss Beizi, and her words were panicked and shy.

"Hey... Just now, Enfei Ernie bought oranges."

"You won't ask me to make up the money, right? I know the AA system is popular in your southern peninsula, but this is too much. I haven't even eaten it yet!"

"Puch, I don't like eating it."

"Oh, what's the reason?"

"The taste is sometimes sweet and sometimes bitter, and it is out of season, just like someone else."

The girl's mouth, which was never forgiving of meatballs, had also lowered its guard at this moment, and the girl's slightly opened lips seemed to be breathing slightly.

Black straight socks wrap around slender ankles and round ankles, and a pair of white straight long legs are fascinating. The slightly dim light of the bedside lamp in the room evenly shines on Miss Beiko's beautiful body.

.

Half white and half dark.

There is seriousness hidden in all the jokes.

Jiang Xiaoliang avoided the other party's sight. After thinking about it, he felt intimidated, so he looked at Beizi's sad, shy and bright eyes and grinned.

"Hey, Beizi, I've been eating figs lately."

"Say it again!"

Can't get the answer I want to hear.

Angry and angry, Jiang Huiyuan bit Jiang Xiaoliang's hand, leaving a deep mark.

But this time, Brother Liang just endured it silently, with gentle eyes.

The ambiguous atmosphere makes people eager to move.

Without his "butterfly", would Beizi live a normal and better life?

The answer to many questions is actually time, time will dilute everything.

After a while of fun, there was silence.

Jiang Xiaoliang was so hungry that he remembered that he was growing taller and instantly transformed into a rice cook.

In his arms was Jiang Huiyuan who didn't want to move at all.

She pushed.

"Get up."

Jiang Huiyuan shook his head.

It was obvious that she just wanted to hang around, but her elusive fourth-dimensional temperament began to speak romantic "Northern language" again.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Jiang Liangzi, I waved my wings and bumped into your fig branch. Can I stay here for a long, long time because the bee is lost?"

A gentle voice and a calm tone, full of entanglements and hints, are the contradictions of falling in love with someone.

"When did you change your career to be a flower picker and part-time gangster poet? Brother Beizi."

"Puch, the sunset...isn't it beautiful? You looked at it for so long."

"Why don't you just ask me directly whether the sunset is beautiful, or you? Then my answer must be that the sunset is beautiful -"

Miss Beiko's little fist was just raised.

I heard Liangzi's unfinished words:

"But not as good-looking as you."

"whee."

Xiaoliang's lazy, milky voice when she woke up teased Jiang Huiyuan's slightly red earlobes, and also teased the heartstrings.

Wanzitou is really hungry.

Expectantly, I asked who cooked dinner and what dishes were served.

Mitsukita, who was in a good mood, said: "Nako's tuna chazuke, Kura's kimbap."

"Yoshi, very good."

Looking down at the messages that kept popping up on Kakao on her phone, and listening to her roommate yelling in the kitchen outside the door, Ryoko always knew the priorities.

Decisively, a salted fish lay dead, and ordered takeout first!

Take the Nabe brand sashimi chazuke rice or the Sakura brand plum kimbap. Whoever eats it will know!!

Jiang Huiyuan was extremely amused by Xiaoliang's reaction.

She tried really hard to keep the corners of her mouth down.

"Xiao Liang."

"Um?"

"Well, it's nothing, just shout."

"Mo!"

Once, on IZ*ONE’s debut radio station.

Because I broke my leg while jumping into the street, and burned my hand while picking up sweet potatoes, I missed team activities, so MC guests always asked the members:

"In IZ*ONE, what kind of existence is Jiang Xiaoliang to the members?"

There was a brief silence.

The Maru girls who look back seriously at the past, recalling the Maru Tou when they first met, always have an indescribable smile and tenderness on their faces, and no one can describe that feeling.

Finally, all the girls looked at Jiang Huiyuan.

They knew that Guangbei would tell the answer in their hearts.

Pure as it was then, at this moment, as tender and doting as it was at this moment.

Those are words that the host MC, the national fans who listened, and the members will never forget.

"She's like my blue crayon."

"A crayon that I can never use up, but I can't bear to use it."

"A crayon for coloring my world."

"A little crayon that never grows up..."


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