The day went by in a hurry.

What would have been a tricky assistant job was done step by step, because it wasn't difficult in itself, and the result was deserved.

At night, Liang Yu, who was lying on the bed, stared at the ceiling, and his heart was overwhelmed.

Liang Yu, who would have fallen asleep at 10 o'clock, fell into insomnia at this moment.

She couldn't help but think of the conversation with that girl during the day, and saw those who worked hard as idols, not only those idol interns in the training class, but also those girls who were invited to dance, Zeng Yue who sang, and so on, like an interwoven net, wrapped into this society, but Liang Yu felt that he was excluded.

If you think about it, I don't think I've ever had such an idea about my dreams.

No, I must have had it when I was a child, but I was lost in some bits and pieces because of the precipitation of time.

Looking back on his life, Liang Yu feels that it has been smooth sailing, since elementary school, he has shown a superior IQ, he learns things very fast, he always wins awards when he participates in the Mathematics Olympiad, and his language is a little worse, but he can also rank in the top three in the class. Because the family is a restaurant, so I have to help at home on days off, although I am reluctant, but also because of my easy-going temperament (or when I was a child, I was still relatively cowardly, and I didn't dare to disobey adults), adults did what they said, and they were regarded as obedient good children, and the circle of friends has always been very stable.

Then I entered junior high school, and my brain and academic ability began to work hard at this time, unlike elementary school, where everyone's level is not too different, the curriculum in junior high school has obviously begun to become difficult, and English or something will make those playful boys depressed and want to hit the wall, sighing why there is such an awkward language in this world.

Ah, wouldn't it be good if the whole world used Chinese, maybe one day it will give birth to a certain future independence. The cutter may not be able to say. But this is not a matter for him, he memorized the pronunciation, structure, and grammar of English after reading it, and he really didn't understand why anyone couldn't remember it, but at this time, Liang Yu had already begun to become very smart.

He gradually learned to analyze and observe others, the structure of this group, the composition of junior high school students is not as simple as that of primary school students, often because of the interests of the group derived from some marginalized, disliked, or bullied characters, which is not only because of fat, poor grades of students, on the contrary, it may also be the kind of pretentious, too good grades of students.

Liang Yu didn't want to cause trouble for himself, and he didn't want his parents and the school to place too much on him, so he deliberately suppressed his grades at a slightly higher average line, so Liang Yu just looked like an ordinary middle school student who was slightly better than the average person.

Except for his occasional mistakes, he scored a few super high scores, but everyone has had this kind of test, and others will not think much about it, because Liang Yu's next exam will inevitably come out with another super low score.

It's all logical, in the past three years, he has a good popularity, and he has even dated two girls, but it's too boring.

A depressed and depressed life in the system.

In the last year of junior high school, Liang Yu broke out, and everyone thought that he was the result of sudden diligence, but only Liang Yu himself knew, no, he was tired of pretending.

In the high school entrance examination, a super high score answer sheet allowed him to enter a key high school, and he also bid farewell to those boring daily routines.

He thought he would be better off when he entered high school......

As a result, schools with high admission rates are more boring and less indifferent than public schools, and in their dead eyes, there is only a future instilled by teachers and parents.

Boring, boring.

Although there is such an impression in his mind, Liang Yu is already in this system, he is just a mortal, he has no courage to break the stereotype, he can only use self-abandonment to protest silently. The family actually thought that this was too depressed for the child, but in fact, they didn't care much about him, one was busy at home, and the second was that he was very conscious, so he didn't need to be taken care of.

The father, who has always followed the crowd, rarely talked to himself at the urging of his mother, it was about the school, he said, since he doesn't want to study, it's nothing, although Miaozi is so good that it is indeed a pity not to read, but he himself is a high Chinese certificate, or the kind that is sandwiched in the door panel to pass the test, since he doesn't want to study, come back to help.

Although Liang Yu is dissatisfied with the school system, he is not afraid of studying, he feels that it is better to continue studying than serving oil pots in the kitchen all day long. Therefore, if the next story is written, it will be very inspiring, because Liang Yu slapped the faces of those excellent students who chattered endlessly, saying that if they did not advance against the current, they would retreat to sarcastically mock him, and the top students who were going to show off their grades in front of him if they had nothing to do, and they were ruthlessly and mercilessly crushed to the ground, it is said that there was a student who had been the first in the grade all the year round and had anxiety disorders because of this and wanted to jump off the building, so he corrected it for a year before taking the college entrance examination, maybe he just didn't want to be with him.

After graduating, Liang Yu went to the best medical university.

This resume can be linked to the fact that he was later assigned to the best hospital in Qiunan, and he was able to operate as an attending doctor in just two years with an internship, and it should be noted that he has no nepotistic background.

Such a life is estimated to be said by many people to be a winner in life, and it is smooth sailing, but for Liang Yu, this is a choice of life, a choice of society, not his own.

I went to study medicine just because the job seemed easier and it was an iron job, and the place where I worked was closer to my hometown, so it was easier to find a job, and that's it.

Liang Yu carefully looked through his life, he never seemed to have done anything for himself, and he never particularly wanted to do anything.

It is because of this that perhaps she feels that people who keep practicing and working hard for their dreams will look so dazzling.

"Did I ever have any dreams?"

Lying on the bed, she couldn't help but ask herself softly.

Turn to your side and rub the side of your face into the pillow.

Does it count to draw manga and become a manga artist?

But that's not my dream......]

No, no, why me.

Liang Yu grabbed the edge of the pillow with his fingers and buried his whole face deeply.

She's been avoiding the question all along.

It's not that she can't think of it, it's not that she doesn't understand, it's that she knows she can't give herself a complete answer.

That's-

What is his mission, is it to realize her dream in the future instead of that thin-lived girl, and to become that cartoonist for her?

But what is this definition, just like there will be obvious scores on the exam paper to see the merits and disadvantages, just like a doctor who performs surgery on a patient will have two obvious results, success and failure, but the answer in front of her is vague.

If you insist on talking about cartoonists, if she asks 100 people about her current identity, 99 people will tell her that she is, the popularity of "Chess Soul", how many people look forward to the single book, radio dramas, animations, peripherals, games, she has all accounted for it, so she has realized Liang Yu's dream?

Or is it that in order to achieve the last 1%, she must draw a popular work herself, but after the painting, what attitude and purpose will she have in the future, and will she be able to return her body and life to the other party, or will she ......

Every time Liang Yu thought about this, she would forcibly interrupt herself and stop herself from thinking, because she knew that the answer was not what she wanted.

"People, can't you not do without dreams?"