The time on campus is like a slow song.

When the lights are on, the hustle and bustle falls silent.

All the teachers in the school were called to hold an assembly, so the classes were almost in a state of laissez-faire, which was called self-study.

However, the class has not yet started, what are you learning?

So most of the students in the classroom were chatting with Kan Dashan, and even the class leader Li Chengcheng couldn't control the scene.

Yang Zili ignored Sun Xiaoyu, pulled the two classmates in the front row, and chatted vigorously about the new game console in the game hall.

Wu Tao held the book of industrial design and watched it attentively.

Next to her, Zhao Li was pulled by Sun Xiaoyu and complained to each other. Most of the time, it was Sun Xiaoyu who said, and Zhao Li listened.

And the things that Zhao Li encountered during the winter vacation didn't seem to mean to share with Sun Xiaoyu.

After two classes in this way, Zhao Lifang was free, took out a delicate picture book from the drawer, and pushed it forward to Wu Tao.

Wu Tao turned around, "What is this?"

"Look, I just finished drawing the first sentence, and I don't know if it's okay?" Zhao Li said with both anticipation and nervousness.

Wu Tao couldn't help but be stunned, "The first sentence is at least forty or fifty pages, and you finished drawing it so quickly?"

"Is this fast?" Zhao Li involuntarily rubbed her hand, in fact, she had already drawn more than ten pages of the second story.

casually flipped through the painting book, and Wu Tao immediately noticed that Zhao Li's fingers had a thick layer of calluses.

sighed in his heart: "Actually, you don't have to fight so hard, it's almost enough to draw twenty or thirty pages a month." ”

Feeling Wu Tao's concern, Zhao Li's heart warmed, but she said arrogantly: "It's okay, sometimes when you start painting, you can't stop at all." My right hand was sore, so I drew with my left hand, and now I'm proficient with both hands......"

Wu Tao grabbed the other party's hands and looked at them, isn't it? The first joint of the middle finger of the left hand and right hand has been ground out of calluses, and it is hard when touched, and he can't help but feel sore.

"It's hard enough! Don't do that in the future!"

Wu Tao's voice was unquestionable, but Zhao Li listened to it without being annoyed, just with a sweet smile.

He held up the picture book and shook it, stuffed it into a drawer, and said, "I'll take it back and read it later." ”

Returning to the residence of the rich home, Wu Tao opened Zhao Li's comic book as soon as possible.

Although there are some traces of Japanese comics on the character design, some elements of Chinese classics are integrated and enhanced, and they suddenly have recognizability.

In terms of the storyline and exercise system, it is even more perfect and reasonable, impeccable.

Compared with the last impromptu work "Confessions of a Sven Scum", Zhao Li's brushstrokes are expressive, which is obviously more commercialized, and it is easier for people to have a sense of substitution and expectation.

Even Wu Tao, the story and system setter, can't help but read it.

It can be seen that the attraction of this work is great.

If this level can be maintained, then this work can carry greater expectations, such as the pioneering work of Guoman's works......

After reading it, Wu Tao couldn't help but be excited, and directly dialed Wang Yongsheng's phone.

The call was quickly connected, and it seemed that the other party was not sleeping.

"Elder Wang, when will our comic club be opened, I can't wait, there are works to be published!"

Wang Yongsheng's tone was also unkind to the boss, through the exchanges of these days, the old and the young both figured out each other's temperament.

"Hmph, don't rush me, I have old arms and legs, I haven't been idle during the New Year, am I easy?"

Wu Tao immediately softened and said: "Hey, Elder Wang, how dare I? Count me wrong, I just came across a good work, and I'm a little anxious?"

"What kind of work, as for you like this?" Wang Yongsheng's tone softened slightly, and he couldn't help but doubt: "Besides, can you do it with that vision?"

"Elder Wang, if you say that, you will doubt my connoisseurship!" Wu Tao's tone also changed sharply, "Ming'er, I'll send you a copy of this work, if you don't think it's good, I promise not to interfere with your preparation of a comic club in the future, how about it?"

"Cheng, you can send it!"

Early the next morning, Wu Tao made a copy of the hand-painted book and sent it out.

It took at least two or three days on the road, so after sending it, he forgot about it.

As for Zhao Li's side, he briefly put forward some comments and returned it to her for revision.

The life of the new semester has begun, and the days of this semester are slightly shorter than in previous years, and the courses are inevitably a little tight.

Not only that, but more importantly, the academic performance of this semester will be used as an important basis for the placement of arts and sciences in the second year of high school.

This is a new opportunity to shuffle.

So everyone feels a sense of urgency, a heavy responsibility, and takes it very seriously.

Wu Tao still followed his own pace, unhurried or slow.

The two big exams in the first half of the year have already established his status as the king, and the pressure will naturally be less in the future.

Yang Zili was also unhurried, and when Sun Xiaoyu asked him about his wishes, he said without thinking: "Like me, of course, choose science, liberal arts, those memories of politics and history, it's better to kill me!"

Sun Xiaoyu twisted his head, snorted, and didn't speak.

Yang Zili looked inexplicable, but Wu Tao saw it clearly.

Sun Xiaoyu's science is a mess, and he can only choose liberal arts, and there is still a glimmer of life. As a result, this old tablemate seemed to be incomprehensible, and his answers were not reliable, which made people very disliking to listen.

Zhao Li also shook her head with a smile, her beautiful eyes blinked, and she looked at Wu Tao fixedly and said, "Anyway, whatever subject you apply for, I will apply for whatever subject." We have to keep doing it at the same table!"

Wu Tao raised his eyebrows, indicating that it didn't matter.

On the way back, An Rong also talked about this issue.

"I'm going to report to the liberal arts ......"

"Why?"

Wu Tao was stunned, and he had the impression that An Rong's science grades were also good.

"Don't you want to be in the same class as me anymore?" Wu Tao's tone was a little resentful, of course, half of it was pretended.

An Rong hugged his waist and said, "I've thought about it, only by reporting for liberal arts can I have the opportunity to be admitted to the same university with you." ”

In An Rong's view, the university that Wu Tao can apply for in the future must be one of the two in Qingbei.

Otherwise, with his grades, it would be a waste to apply for other schools.

But Wu Tao didn't think so, he was a human being in two lives, and he looked down on this, just to learn some knowledge.

So he didn't care and said: "Don't think about it so much, I think Jinling University is very good, and the relationship between my grandfather and the professor is close to home......"

"No!" An Rong replied unusually categorically, "I usually can't help you, and I must not hold you back in the future." So you must not give in to me and destroy your future. ”

After speaking, he added, "I will try, believe me." ”

How can I tell her this? Wu Tao pondered and did not answer.

In An Rong's eyes, he thought he was unhappy, so he put his pretty face on Wu Tao's back and said leisurely: "We are temporarily separated now so that we can get together in the future." ”

“...... Besides, even if I choose science, I may not be able to get in the same class as you. ”