Tang Yu resumed his life of running to the art museum all day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The info assessment is getting closer and closer, and she has stopped a lot of things now, and she doesn't play badminton anymore and doesn't watch hip-hop・・・・・・

Gu Yuanfeng was not in the mood for Xiao Ziang every time he played badminton, and the more he missed the days when he played with Tang Yu, the more depressed he became, and he didn't go to the badminton hall so often. Since that time, I thought that the relationship between the two had gotten closer, but there was still no progress, and Tang Yu didn't remember who he was when he got busy!

The effort is effective, before the liberal arts and sciences division, Tang Yu passed the assessment of the school's art group and obtained the qualification certificate of an art student.

When the class wanted to fill in the arts and sciences subject form, Tang Yu didn't fill in any of the options, so he told Mr. Lin the facts.

Mr. Lin felt that it was a pity, "With your current grades, if you continue to maintain it, it will not be a problem to be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University." I don't know how your art subject is, but your culture subject is your forte, and if you choose an art student, you are likely to miss out on the opportunity to go to higher education, and you will no longer think about it carefully? ”

Tsinghua University and Peking University, the ideal that many students dream of, but it is not hers. Maybe it's really risky to change art students, so what, how do you know if you can't do it without trying?

Teacher Lin's suggestion to her was also out of kindness, Tang Yu thought about it and said sincerely, "Teacher, thank you, I have thought it through clearly. The procedures for changing majors are already being processed, and I will try my best to get into a good university anyway. ”

The formalities have already been completed, it seems that it is really decided, and Mr. Lin originally wanted to persuade Tang Yu to say a few words, so he could only bless her when he heard this.

There were more than 60 people in ten classes, most of them chose science, and only a few chose liberal arts, but Tang Yu didn't expect to find another way and go to the art department.

There are two kinds of art students, one is because they are interested, and the other is because they are not good at cultural subjects. Most of the art students embarked on the path of art students because they failed in cultural subjects, so many people think that art students are almost equal to poor cultural students, and cultural students can be admitted to good schools based on cultural subjects alone, and no one will look for trouble to be art students.

However, Tang Yu is the one who is asking for trouble. The students of class ten really couldn't figure it out, and even some people came to ask Tang Yu if she wanted to be the first art student because she couldn't keep the first cultural student, and then let her think about it clearly, she can be the first art subject of art students in Chinese and chemistry but may not be able to compete for others, so this first is still not guaranteed.

Tang Yu really wanted to slap it with a palm, was she like such a brainless person? No matter who asks why, Tang Yu only has one answer: interest. She didn't even tell her family about this matter, whether she said it or not, the ending would be the same, and if she said it, it would cause her trouble, Tang's father and Tang's mother would definitely listen to and believe it, and then tell her a lot of words about how good it is to work hard to get admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University.

Gu Yuanfeng was very melancholy, he knew that Tang Yu didn't go to play badminton with him because he was going to the art museum, and he also knew that she was learning to paint. But just like Tang Yu said about interest, he always thought that she was learning purely as an interest. Although Tang Yu didn't have time to play with him, he thought that as long as this period of heat was over, everything would return to normal, and Tang Yu couldn't do anything else for the sake of painting.

Now that it is back to normal, Tang Yu had already played a game with him last weekend, and when the news came out, he couldn't help but feel a faint sadness in his heart. Judging from Tang Yu's grades and her hate of memorization, liberal arts are basically excluded, and it is most likely that she chooses science like him. The sophomore liberal arts and sciences class will be divided into ordinary classes and special classes according to grades, and he is likely to be in the same class as Tang Yu, even if he doesn't have him, he can find a relationship to make the two together. He had already thought that when the two of them were still classmates, he could still transfer with the others unconsciously and sit next to Tang Yu, and they would be inseparable. But Tang Yu went to become an art student, and all those beautiful ideas became bubbles・・・・・・

It took some time for Gu Yuanfeng to recover from his faint sadness. He thought about it, what Tang Yu liked was what he liked, he would support her interest in her choice, and if this was what she wanted, he would try to help her complete it together.

Tang Yu didn't know what **** luck he had taken recently, but an art master offered to take her as an apprentice. She remembered that when the art teacher in her art gallery mentioned the name of the master, his eyes were adoring, the tone was envious, and there was a faint sense of unattainable loss. The art teacher is very motivated and has been working hard to improve her painting skills, she really hopes to get a little mention from the master, but she is a master and she is a little shrimp, and the two have never intersected to talk about mentioning points. When the art teacher knew that the master took the initiative to accept Tang Yu as an apprentice, Tang Yu felt that the art teacher's eyes made her feel creepy, what kind of envy, jealousy, hatred, and grief that she couldn't ask for!

Tang Yu naturally couldn't easily believe that the cake had smashed on her like this. At first, she narcissistically thought that she was also a bit of a posture, could it be that the master was actually a sanctimonious hypocrite who wanted to do mischief against her in the name of accepting apprentices. But the master's reputation has been very good, and his wife has been in a relationship for more than 20 years, and has always been praised, with her brief observation, the master can indeed be said to be gentle and elegant, and he is a very decent gentleman, and people still go to the art museum to teach her in a more public place. Tang Yu felt that he really had nothing to make people want, and if he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to. She thought optimistically that maybe it was like a martial arts master who couldn't help but take her as an apprentice when he encountered a person who was surprised by bones but had not developed it at all, and the master might have seen her talent from her inconspicuous paintings, and couldn't bear to bury her talent before accepting her as an apprentice. Tang Yu felt guilty for his previous thoughts about the master for a few minutes, and in the blink of an eye, he gained a little more confidence in painting because of the talent theory he had imagined.

The flatbread naturally did not come out of nowhere, it was won by Gu Yuanfeng through his friendship with the master at home. It's not enough to have friendship, if you want to get something, you naturally have to hand over something, he sent the pair of Ming Yongle blue and white porcelain vases at home, and his grandfather stared at him for several days. However, seeing Tang Yu's good mood as winning the jackpot in the past few days, and his smile like a flower, he felt that everything was worth it.

The reason why a master is called a master is that he must have something special. Tang Yu felt that under his suggestion, his painting skills had improved by leaps and bounds, and he was not the same as before, although there was still a long way to go, at least he was going faster. (To be continued.) )