The love in youth, even if it is romantic or beautiful, can not escape the spell of "meeting the right person at the wrong time", and in the end boys and girls will always part ways and be sad for each other.

After the official opening of the school, Tang Yao found that this school was much worse than she imagined.

There is no student union, no club, and what is even more disturbing is that there is no art class.

I didn't have an art class in my three years of high school. How does this school enable students to achieve all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor?

Or there is a junior high school, but the high school just doesn't have a sub-subject of art.

When Tang Yao saw the class schedule, he looked at it three times and asked Si Shen who was separated by a corridor: "Alas, Shen Si Shao, did you copy this class schedule correctly?" ”

"That's right." Si Shen said yes.

"There's geography, there's biology, there's computers, there's music, and there's no art class a week, do you think this schedule is normal?" Tang Yao took Si Shen's class schedule and looked at Si Shen in surprise.

Si Shen looked back at Tang Yao with a disgusted expression, "You haven't painted enough in junior high school?" My chivalrous girl, now in high school. What is high school? In three years, we are going to take the college entrance examination, will the college entrance examination be for art? If you don't take the test, what will you draw if you don't take the test? ”

"Then you don't have a music test, do you? How can I have a music lesson? “

"There are no art classes in the high school of this school. I had already inquired before I came in, so in the next three years, we can finally get rid of the torture of paintbrushes and concentrate on reading only the books of the sages. Si Shen looked extremely excited, got up and stood on the chair as he spoke, holding his pencil case high and pointing to the ceiling of the classroom, and shouted, "Young Master Ben finally doesn't have to hold a paintbrush anymore, oh, yes." “

Si Shen is very right, the college entrance examination does not take the art test, what do you do in art classes, and Tang Yao and Si Shen have painted enough in the three years of junior high school. It's time to give yourself a break. Tang Yao agreed with Si Shen's point of view, but in the past three years, he had long been accustomed to carrying a pen holder to go to high school classes, and he couldn't accept the fact that he didn't have to draw in the following days.

Tang Yao's new tablemate was the newly appointed secretary of the Youth League branch in their class, and Tang Yao sat in front of the health committee and behind was the propaganda committee. Tang Yao was surrounded by class cadres, and for a while she couldn't get used to her current lightness, but fortunately, the head teacher took a fancy to Tang Yao's words and said that Tang Yao's words had the demeanor of an adult, so she recommended her to the Chinese teacher as a representative of the Chinese class.

Chinese homework has always been tedious, and there are many books, and Tang Yao's daily homework has gradually made her accustomed to the life of a civilian boss.

This person, as long as he has a job, life still passes quite quickly.

The Monday morning meeting delayed Tang Yao's time to collect her homework, and by the time Tang Yao finished collecting the book and sending it to the office, the students had already formed a team to go to the playground to exercise. Tang Yao was anxious to catch up with the team that was pre-traveling and pre-far, and was rushing to the end of the corridor at a speed of fifty meters to turn and go downstairs, when suddenly a figure appeared in front of him, Tang Yao didn't have time to react, and hit it head-on, only to hear a "poof", Tang Yao's forehead had more than three days of acne and died heroically, and suddenly the pain swept through the whole body, Tang Yao cat got down, covered his forehead, and frowned.

"Classmate, are you alright?"

A boy came from the top of Tang Yao's head, Tang Yao couldn't stand up in pain, but he grabbed the man's trouser leg and didn't let him leave, Tang Yao not only felt pain in his mind, but also had a belief: he couldn't let go of this acne murderer.