In May, the campus of Huai'an Mansion was covered with various shades of green. In a sea of green, the two new bright red good news posted on the bulletin board are particularly eye-catching, the big one is to celebrate the Huai'an Fuzhong debate team to regain the championship after 11 years, and the small one is to announce that the "Phoenix Yu Fei" group won the first place in the whole house singing competition, attracting countless onlookers.

Jiang Shuiyuan just glanced at it from afar, then turned around and continued to comfort Han Yun.

Han Yun has been very distressed recently, because the end of the semester is approaching, and the division of subjects is imminent, and whether to study literature or science has become a major hurdle in front of him. In fact, this question is not a problem for most students, because from the moment they entered Huai'an Mansion, the option of "liberal arts" has never appeared in their world.

The reason for this result has little to do with students' interests and hobbies, but largely depends on parents' understanding and compliance with the real world. In the eyes of parents, Xueli can be promoted to make a fortune and glorify the ancestors, and after graduation, Xueli can only rely on playing tricks and biting the pen to barely eat, and the two are superior to judge, so as long as they can learn science, they will definitely not learn literature. Most of the students who choose to study literature are scumbags whose grades are too poor to study science.

It's just that in the past year, in order to keep up with the teacher's teaching progress, he got up earlier than the chicken, slept later than the dog, fought every three or five times, and never rested on weekends and holidays, and studying has become a painful torture for him. But despite this, the results still did not improve much, and they only barely maintained about 40 in the class. It is conceivable that after the division of arts and sciences, a large number of students with the lowest grades turned to literature, and about 40 students in his class must be at the bottom of the science class, and the pressure can be imagined. And science is very logical, I didn't learn well in the first year of high school, and the content of the second and third years of high school is completely the number of days. Liberal arts is different, even if the foundation of the first year of high school is not solid, it will not affect the second year of high school to start again.

After some painful trade-offs, Han Yun finally decided to study liberal arts.

Who knew that after Han Yun told his parents about this result, he was unanimously opposed by them. In their opinion, entering Huai'an Mansion and studying liberal arts is simply disgrace to their parents. Han Yun's father flatly refused with a blushing face: "No! You must not study literature! What is the future of studying literature? I know that you are studying very hard now, but is there anything that is not hard to study? In order to have a better work and life in the future, you should grit your teeth and persist for a few years. When you graduate from university, you will find that all the effort and effort is worth it!"

Compared with his father's strictness, his mother was moved by emotion: "Yun'er, studying literature and science is a lifelong event, and you must be cautious and cautious, this time you must listen to your father! Your father is a person from the past, has taken the college entrance examination, studied in college, and has been a teacher for so many years, so he has more life experience than you, and his vision is longer than yours." As the saying goes: 'Men are afraid of getting into the wrong business, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man.' 'Studying literature and science is the foundation of entering the industry, and you must not only focus on the present and ignore the future, otherwise there will be nowhere to buy regret medicine in the future!

"I know your grades are not good now, but that's laying the groundwork, and it's inevitable that you will lose sight of one or the other. As long as the foundation is solid, the progress in the future is limitless! Look at the Jiang Shuiyuan of Teacher Jiang's house next door, there were only twenty or thirty students in the class in the third year of junior high school, but he was taken back to his hometown by his father for training for a month, and he was admitted to the top few in the whole province at once! Yun'er, your foundation has always been better than Jiang Shuiyuan, and your father's level is not worse than Jiang Youzhi, I think when Jiang Youzhi was first transferred to Shanyang Junior High School, your father was already the head teacher of the graduating class and the backbone of the school's teaching, and he also came to your father to ask for advice! As long as you two work together, your results will not be worse than Jiang Shuiyuan.

"You may not know, right? Chen Fangyi has been in the top few places in the whole province since Jiang Shuiyuan Middle School, and her whole person has been screaming, walking with her nostrils facing the sky, and talking in the corridor, the whole compound can hear her. Every time I meet with her, within three sentences, she will definitely mention how his son has been doing, what monthly exam and grade first, what debate tournament he has won again, I can only laugh and laugh. You said that if you study literature, how will I raise my head in front of her in the future?"

No matter if you speak harshly or bitterly, in short, it means the same thing: you can't learn literature, you must learn reason.

Jiang Shuiyuan turned his head to look at Han Yun, maybe he slept too late last night, and he didn't sleep well at night, and he got up early today, his pale face was like a tired face like a cigarette addiction, his hair was messy like a chicken nest because he didn't have time to comb it, and his twisted sword eyebrows showed how entangled he was now.

Jiang Shuiyuan suddenly remembered that sometime in April and May last year, Han Yun was also walking in the bright morning light, his hair was also fluffy and messy, but that vigorous youthful spirit made him suddenly jump out of the picture and become the focus of attention of all girls. Only a year has passed, and Han Yun is still the same Han Yun, but he has completely lost the handsome and amazing feeling he used to have, and he can only be roughly seen from the regular thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, and straight nose bridge that he used to be a handsome guy.

Seeing Jiang Shuiyuan looking at him, Han Yun thought that he had some solution, so he hurriedly asked, "Monkey, do you have any good way to convince them?"

Jiang Shuiyuan secretly smiled bitterly, even if he had a lotus tongue, people only needed to say, "Since the liberal arts are so good, why don't you study" can silence himself—— it is strange to say, although Jiang Shuiyuan's articles are outstanding, he is also invincible in the difficult competition of Chinese studies, and finally succeeded in winning the crown, but few people around him persuade him to study liberal arts. Perhaps in everyone's opinion, it is a matter of course to study science in the first grade, and there is no need to say more, not studying science is deviant!

Jiang Shuiyuan can't imagine what his parents would have reacted if he chose to study liberal arts, and it is estimated that his father will respect the choice he made after being silent for a long time, but the huge loss in his heart can be imagined, and his mother Chen Fangyi will definitely be like thunder, and then talk bitterly about the history of the revolutionary, starting from Jiang Shuiyuan not eating well at the age of half a year, sleeping and kicking the quilt at the age of two, until the rain a few days ago did not listen to the dissuasion and had to go out for morning exercises, and the annual tragic drama was freshly baked in an instant.

While it is true that the employment prospects for science are good, there is also a lot of competitive pressure, especially in key high schools such as Huai'an Fuzhong. It's like in a certain book: today is cruel, tomorrow will be beautiful, but most people will die before dawn. Jiang Shuiyuan pondered and replied: "Why don't you communicate with the head teacher and see if he can help you talk about it?" After all, the head teacher's opinion is more convincing. ”

"Well, this is not a bad way, if it doesn't work, I'll ask the old class to come out!" Han Yun is also in a hurry to go to the doctor now.

Jiang Shuiyuan sent away the depressed Han Yun, and as soon as he entered the classroom, he saw Wu Zichen standing awkwardly at the door, and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter, I'm at the door like a door god early in the morning, still crying with a sad face?"

Wu Zichen "poofed" for a while, and immediately asked with a straight face: "Boss, obviously you went to participate in the singing competition after the debate competition, why didn't you sue me?"

"Why do you want to sue you? I'm going to participate in the competition, you want to know what you're doing?" Jiang Shuiyuan's eyes widened.

"I'm going to cheer you on!" Wu Zichen replied confidently, "Also, this is the first time you have performed on stage in public, and you have not left any video materials as a sauvenir, how sorry it will be in retrospect! If you tell me in advance, I can go and take a picture of you, and then they will be able to enjoy your demeanor as the boss." ”

In fact, there is no video data left, and the most regrettable thing is Wu Zichen himself!

"Do you have a camera?" Jiang Shuiyuan glanced at Wu Zichen.

"Of course there is—" Wu Zichen seemed to realize that something was wrong, and immediately changed his words: "Qin Hui still has three friends, I am so much better than Qin Hui, and I have been in Huai'an Mansion for so many years, is it possible that there are not a few friends who are wealthy? Even if you can't make money, it's still no problem to borrow a camera to use!"

Jiang Shuiyuan pursed his lips, ready to go back to his seat and read a book for a while. The Chinese Studies Difficult Trials and the Singing Contest were drawn on the same day, and the two boulders that had been pressing on his shoulders for a long time finally disappeared, and he felt relieved. Taking advantage of his free time, he planned to finish the little book about the interesting things in front of and behind the scenes of the difficult theory of Chinese studies, and then turn a few more pages of the information given by Ge Juntian, so as to save him from scolding people in class. At this moment, I heard a middle-aged man's voice behind me:

"Excuse me, is Jiang Shuiyuan in the class?"