4 January 2005.

Early morning.

Instant opening of the eyes.

Unfamiliar.

Phew.

is familiar with the ceiling, Wu Zairong said that he is not a joker.

I was woken up coldly.

Although the temperature of the air conditioner was not very low, the quilt was brought under the bed by itself.

Yes, the bed. That's right, air conditioning.

This is his new dormitory.

There was no such thing as a bed in that little dormitory before.

It's also his own house.

Through an intermediary, Wu Zairong successfully rented his house to himself.

From a certain point of view, the company still values itself.

If it weren't for this, the rent of 2 million per month would not be so refreshing.

I should have made extra money.

Fold the quilt, grab the glass from the book on the bedside table, and start the day.

Draw the curtains and let the sunlight into the room.

Wu Zairong touched the wall, every morning.

The ink lotus flower painted on the wall is his favorite, and he deliberately made it when he renovated it.

I took the song I had written yesterday and put it in the safe.

Oh Jae-young walked out of his room.

The living room is designed with the same philosophy as the room, simple.

Brushing his teeth, humming another unfinished song, mouth full of foam.

After washing my face so-so, I'm going to go to the beauty salon anyway.

The whole house is in two colors, black and white.

The walls are white, the curtains are black, the sofas are black, and the chairs are white.

It's monotonous.

That's right.

Wu Jae-young just likes this feeling.

Opening the brand new refrigerator, bread and yogurt, Wu Zairong started breakfast.

Next to the dining table, there is the shoe cabinet, and the shoes in it are scattered inside.

That shoe cabinet was used before, and I got it when I moved to the dormitory last time.

Said that it was to move the dormitory, Wu Zairong smiled, of course, he didn't do it himself, but the moving company helped.

Quickly ended breakfast and looked at the alarm clock placed on the piano, hasn't Brother Cheng Hao come yet?

It seems that there is no hurry, Wu Zairong took a geography textbook from the bookshelf and looked at it.

Wu Zairong frowned.

Because it's really annoying.

Geography, he is really weak.

Especially when it comes to the name of the country and the name of the capital, no matter how many times you memorize it, you will make a mistake.

But it still depends on the time when I have to learn.

In addition to being an artist, he is also a senior in high school.

Liberal Arts students.

The college entrance examination after five months is an inescapable problem.

The promotion period of his album has ended, and most of the variety show schedules have ended, leaving only commercial performances and CF.

A lot of time is also free.

If relaxed, he'll have a late '04 like a holiday.

But he didn't.

The tutoring books stacked into a hill on the table are the result of his time.

What is learning for?

In order to fight for what position?

To sprint to a prestigious school?

Are you kidding.

He's not a genius.

With just a few months, scattered efforts, to trample on the dreams that others have insisted on for years.

With a few hours a day, I challenge others to study 5-to-1.

Hehe.

Anyway, Wu Jae-young didn't think about it that way.

Oh Jae-young's grades are very poor, and practicing every day is a reason.

And for a big reason.

He's a partial person.

Korean, English, that's his forte.

In good condition, you can even get full marks in these two subjects.

Mathematics, geography, history, this is his weakness.

You can only wander around the passing line.

Working hard in the short term, if you want to get not too ugly results, Wu Zairong can only work hard in this regard.

No matter how many headaches there are.

Oh Jae-young has always felt that he is a principled person.

Not giving up on your studies is one of your principles.

No matter how he develops on the road of being an artist, Wu Zairong doesn't want to give up his studies without doing anything.

In order to make better use of his daily time, Wu Jae-young even formulated a plan of '8+8+7+1'.

Eight hours of schedule, eight hours of study, seven hours of sleep, plus one hour of exercise, this is Wu Zairong's whole day.

Eight hours of undivided attention and all-out effort.

Certainly not just studying textbooks.

The piano I just placed is what I have been learning recently.

The room full of computer books was also self-studied.

The famous book at the bedside, Wu Zairong also insists on reading it before going to bed.

Tick tock.

Time is ticking.

Plop plop.

The heart is beating.

Every time there is a change, Wu Zairong feels it clearly.

It's like there's something chasing you forward.

Once stopped, it will be eaten by a bottomless black hole.

The body is not tired, it is the heart that is tired.

But Wu Zairong felt it was worth it.

With each second shift, he felt like he was growing.

With every heartbeat, Wu Jaerong felt that he was getting stronger.

PS (No. 2 Middle School is a pure science student, high school science, and university is also science, and I really don't know much about what liberal arts students learn, so I just write it casually.) ）