When I found out that I was writing novels in class, I suddenly realized that I was a bit addicted. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Things have to go back to almost a month ago, when I was bored at home and turned on the computer and typed a few words.

As everyone knows, the more I write, the more I write, and I type about 20,000 or 30,000 words in a month.

And I began to be content not with just writing novels on the weekends when I was home, but also writing whenever I had free time at school.

"What is Meng doing?" Brother Chao found out that not only did I not read novels in class, but also kept my head down and wrote with an expression like Columbus had discovered a new world.

"Think about life." I answer that every time.

"Mr. Lu Xun's novels often expose the social reality of that era, and such novels are called novels." A Chinese teacher once said, "Nowadays, as long as you can type two lines, you can call yourself a writer, and he doesn't know what he writes." ”

I was surprised, but I still felt that my starting point was fine.

I just want to write something simply, and I don't dare to call myself something.

"Brother Meng, why don't you go out for a walk?" During the big recess, the little trolley came over and talked.

"Okay, go for a walk." I breathed a sigh of relief, put down the pen in my hand, and put on my coat.

Suddenly, someone said that someone was looking for me, and I had some good show who came to me with such idle time, and when I went out with Xiao Tease, my face was a little stiff.

It was a teacher, coming to me.

If I didn't know him, maybe the expression would be a little more natural, but I know this teacher.

My dad and this teacher are old acquaintances, I met him before I came to this school.

And as long as he came to me, it must have been because of studying.

As soon as the results of the midterm exam came down, he came to me.

Seeing someone coming to me, Xiao Tease turned around and went back to the classroom.

"I've seen your midterm results." The teacher said, "How did you get such a low score?" ”

"I'll just write the meeting up." I said helplessly.

"If you go on like this, don't talk about undergraduates, you can't even go to a slightly better junior college." The teacher said.

"I know, but that's it." I was a little angry in my heart, but the deep helplessness under the anger made me feel a little suffocated.

Indeed, if I continue with this grade, I will not go to a good university, and it will be difficult to have a good future.

The teacher also sighed in distress, "You go to study art, if you pass the art school exam, the college entrance examination score is not so important." ”

"Art?" My mind raced, and I realized that I didn't know anything.

"yes, don't you know how to play the violin?" The teacher coughed under his breath, and after walking past some of the students, he said, "You should go to the conservatory." ”

"Which conservatory can recruit me at this level, it's simply taking the wrong medicine." I retorted.

I know how to play the violin, but I am only limited to being able to play the sound, and I can't even play coherent tunes, and even with more training, I can't reach the entrance level.

"Then learn to draw." The teacher thought for a while and said, "Anyway, learning these arts is the only way out for you, and I told your dad about it." You go back and discuss it, if you decide that you don't come to school next semester, you just go straight to art. ”

I didn't say anything because it wasn't what I wanted.

To be precise, I didn't even know what I wanted to do.

But I made a decision that I didn't expect to make.