That evening, when Tang Yao was sadly holding a paintbrush bag in one hand and a schoolbag in the other, dragging his tired body into the art classroom, the lights were clearly lit, and there was a lively scene, which did not match Tang Yao's mood at this moment. Why are some people so excited about painting? So much difference with yourself?

Tang Yao's first reaction was that this matter was very abnormal, and then he thought that he was likely to go to the wrong classroom.

Tang Yao took a big step back, raised his head and looked around. The art classroom is located on the first floor of the high school, and is closest to the "Basho Tree" toilet in the middle of the two high school departments. Mr. Lin specially arranged the art classroom in the closest place to the toilet, which is really well-intentioned. Because art students have to wash buckets and paintbrushes after class, they don't have to worry about running to the toilet for ten minutes between classes.

Tang Yao shook his body and glanced at the wall on the left, and a large leaf stretched out from the wall not far away, thinking that it was a banana leaf, so the classroom in front of Tang Yao should indeed be an art classroom, but how to explain this cheerful scene?

Tang Yao was pondering, Si Shen walked up from behind, bumped Tang Yao's right shoulder with his shoulder, and asked, "Chivalrous girl, why don't you just stand and not go in?" ”

"I said Si Shen, on the first day of school, are you so bloody?" Tang Yao was worried that there was no one to explain, and when he saw Si Shen's heart, he felt a little happy and asked.

"What do you think? If you don't practice well, how can you grab a place in the middle of the high school? There are about 40 students in the entire art class, and there are only 10 places. Everyone has been painting for three years, and some people have been painting for a long time, just because this school has painting characteristics, and they can go straight to the middle of the school, and they don't have to compete with those ordinary people outside for a momentary victory in scores. In the future, if we can't get ahead by painting, we must all lay down the mortal world and those who are in parallel classes to fight for results, how can we be embarrassed by the cultural people who play art? Si Shen's eyes were firm, Tang Yao had never seen such a serious Si Shen.

Do cultural people also have times when they are embarrassed?

I never thought that the principal of this morning meeting had just cheered for the graduating students of the third year of junior high school and the third year of high school, and in the evening, there were students who were angry and energetic, and they were full of blood and resurrection to review and prepare for the exam.

Tang Yao was suddenly a little ashamed, he was actually one step slower than others invisibly, everyone was working hard, and he couldn't be left behind. With the stimulation of Si Shen, the leader of the indignant youth team of the art class, Tang Yao cheered up his spirit and waved his hand, "It's very good, today Shen Shao said a word, Tang Yao instantly felt a clarity like an empowerment in front of his brain, and the seven meridians and eight meridians in his body have been completely opened." You are truly the precious man in my life. ”

"It's easy to say, but although I have a good personal relationship, I'll do my best to compete for places."

"Then it's up to each other."

"I said that you are a person, you can obviously eat with your grades, but you want to compete for a place with us literary and artistic people, you are very unkind to do this." Si Shen poked Tang Yao's back with his free hand, "Do you say yes, you can't give us a way to live if you fight so hard, how can you be embarrassed." ”

Si Shen sighed and walked into the classroom with his small bucket, shaking his head as he walked, muttering the words "how can love be embarrassed, how can love be embarrassed".

Indeed, with Tang Yao's results, he should be able to compete for the quota of direct promotion, but who knows that this talented woman who combines study and art will pass by in the end.

There is a kind of pain in the world called "original". You thought you had everything, only to find out that you didn't have anything. You have returned to the original point, and for some reason you have lost your original spirit, your original stubborn self, and your original youthful youth.

At that time, you "grew up" in the eyes of adults, but why don't you like yourself at all?