The summer cicadas were singing lullaby in my ears, and although it was still noon, my upper and lower eyelids were no longer obedient, and finally I lay down on the table and fell asleep peacefully.

"Addison, are you a sophomore in high school?" The squad leader poked Addison with his arm.

"Of course, it's a science, liberal arts still need to be memorized, and science only needs to set the question type up." As a top student, he said this easily.

"But the cut-off score for science is very high......"

"Qi Ji, what do you choose?" He turned around and poked me awake from my sleep.

I reluctantly left my dream, looked at him, and asked with a confused expression, "What, what to choose?" ”

The squad leader looked like he was about to eat me, and replied, "Say that you choose a subject in the second year of high school." ”

It's good if you discuss this kind of advanced question yourself, why do you ask me about this soy sauce maker? Addison is too, the class president asked him this kind of question, he must want to continue to be a classmate in the second year of high school, where is the emotional intelligence?

"I, I don't know, which subject wants me to go where." hurriedly added: "Anyway, I resolutely don't choose science, I'm not still a scumbag if I go like this." ”

The squad leader had a satisfied smile on his face, and I guess I should have said the same.

"The selection of essays is also good, as long as you memorize it." Addison comforted me.

Big brother, are you fixing me, you don't know that the squad leader will want to be crooked, it's very scary for girls to be jealous, not to mention the squad leader who has never been smiling......

My brain was clever, and suddenly my brain burst into blood: "Of course, I studied art to verify the beauty of the universe, and I want to paint this whole beautiful universe in the future!" ”

Unfortunately, the whole class heard what I said, but fortunately the teacher was not there, and the whole class burst into laughter.

"You can't even draw an image, and you still draw the universe, your brain is broken......" Zhao Lin and the others were laughing at me again.

Hmph, how can you vulgar people be compared to people like me who pursue the spiritual world.

Art can cultivate sentiment, although I don't want to be a painter, but it is also an excellent cultivation of my literary sentiment.

"Okay, I look forward to you becoming a great painter in the future, so that people who looked down on you back then will look at you differently." Addison encouraged me.

This sentence awakened the first glimmer of hope that I had been sleeping in paralyzing indifference.

Addison, a freshman in high school, thank you.