It's much better to be ignored than to be ignored everywhere. After I was promoted to the third year of high school, I gradually changed from a weirdo in the eyes of everyone to a person who penetrated the yin. Despite the twists and turns, I was able to achieve the goal I set before I transferred to another school. I was used to being reticent, and over time I felt awkward even to greet the teacher, let alone ask the teacher for advice. Without the help of my teachers and cram school references, I could no longer keep up with the pace of teaching. Fortunately, there were few new knowledge points in the senior high school course, which did not further widen the gap between me and my classmates, and I had nothing to worry about except for the college entrance examination, so after several weeks of hard study, I finally got out of the ranks of the bottom of the whole level. My parents were probably so innocent that this little bit of progress was already my limit, so when I handed them the midterm exam papers to sign, they changed their harsh attitude and just told me to do it with a calm face. Everything seemed to be back on track and going in a good direction, except that I was depressed all day long, and I was not interested in anything. It's not that I don't try to find ways to make myself happy, for example, I save money for breakfast to buy myself cakes to eat and milk tea to drink, and for example, I find time to watch all kinds of funny videos every weekend. However, all these things that used to bring me joy in the past are invalid, and none of them can stir up the slightest ripple in my heart. One night, the soundtrack of an amusement park advertisement came from the neighbor's TV. That's when I remembered that I hadn't redeemed the rabbit keychain I'd been thinking about for a long time. After many days, I finally tasted the sweetness of anticipation. After school the next day, I rushed to the redemption office of the amusement park as fast as I could, unexpectedly told that each keychain was limited in the season, and there would be no more of it when I was done.

"To redeem the keychain for the latest season, you need to take a new photo. The lighting effects of the Ferris wheel are redesigned every quarter, and what you shot before is useless. The staff at the exchange office patiently explained to me.

Looking at the new keychain, which is not very good-looking, my heart is full of unspeakable loss. I wandered gloomily until the lights of the amusement park came on, and then I reluctantly left. That night, I hid under the covers, crying for a long time for what I had missed, for what I had never had.

The first semester of my junior year of high school passed in a blink of an eye, and I felt neither pity nor regret for not being able to leave any unforgettable and beautiful memories during such an important time, because from this experience, I learned to resign myself to fate. I no longer have extravagant expectations for anything or anyone, which makes me more comfortable accepting the fact that I might not be able to get into college. In the first week of the winter vacation, the school held a consultation activity for senior high school graduates. Admissions offices from dozens of universities have been invited to our playground booths to answer students' questions, and the most popular consultation project is to preliminarily assess the probability of admission to the school based on their grade ranking and mock test results. Since my grades were not enough for me to choose the school I had previously set, I had to use this activity to find a school with a lower admission score to fill the vacancy. Although the school's original intention was for us to bring our parents to learn about the situation of each school, my parents were too ashamed to walk with me, and I couldn't do it to beg them in a low voice, so I had to go alone.

To say that I don't envy my classmates who can be accompanied and supported by their parents will only make me seem more pitiful. But then again, shopping alone also has its benefits. First, I don't need to look at my parents' faces, I can walk and stop as I want, and I am very free, and second, I will not be the object of attention of the staff when I am alone. After silently flipping through the admissions brochure on my desk, I was able to leave quietly without feeling embarrassed that I didn't make a purchase. In the middle of the morning, I had seen all the stalls on the 400-meter track. It was frustrating that I couldn't find a single one out of so many schools that was a good fit for me. I lit listlessly to the commissary, intending to take a good rest and then finish the stalls scattered around the corner of the playground. With a bottle of iced drink in hand, I walked slowly to the tree next to the kiosk, trying to find a place to sit for a while, when my eyes were drawn to a splash of color in the shade of the tree. I saw a silver easel standing near the trunk of a tree, and on the shelf was a landscape painting, which showed a field of colorful flowers. I stared at the painting blankly, unaware of what was going on, as I got closer and closer, completely oblivious to what was going on around me.

"Beware!"

As the voice sounded, a pair of warm hands held me on the shoulders so that I would not trip over the roots that crawled all over the ground.

"Thank you......" I thanked with a winch.

"You're welcome...... Are you interested in watercolor painting? ”

I bowed my head weakly and didn't reply. Actually, I don't know anything about art.

"Are you a senior in high school? Come on, just in time for me to give you a brief introduction to our school. ”

I looked at each other hesitantly, and then realized that the good-looking girl was smiling brightly at me. The girl was about the same height as me, medium to short, and very slender. However, the confidence and strength in her eyes made her seem extraordinarily reliable. She put her painting tools on the table and wiped her hands haphazardly on her apron before going to fetch me the brochure on the table.

"Take a look, if you want to know anything, just ask." She couldn't help but pull me to her booth and insisted that I sit down.

"Actually...... "I didn't know what to do."

"Why don't you take out your transcript and I'll look at it for you."

In the face of the long-lost kindness and concern, I was a little overwhelmed for a while, and I handed her my unsightly report card in a daze.

"Uh...... This ......" The girl frowned, and stopped talking.

"I know it's ......bad," I said, frustrated, shoving my report card back into my bag.

"You're thinking too much...... If you try harder, you won't get into our school......" the girl sighed sadly.

"What?" I looked at her in amazement, thinking I had misheard.

"Our school is an art school, and according to the standards of a school like yours with a high admission rate, the admission score is not high at all." After speaking, the girl opened the enrollment book and pointed out to me last year's admission score. "You can use our school as a guarantee, so at least you don't have to worry about not getting into college."

"Yes...... But...... I've never learned to draw......" I said with a sad face, carefully placing the booklet back on the table.

"It's okay, as long as you're interested, it's not difficult to learn." The girl patted me on the back and continued earnestly, "The biggest problem is the tuition and fees......

"Does it cost a lot of money to learn to draw?" I was so scared that I almost choked on my drink.

"Art school tuition is more expensive than ordinary universities, but it's the painting materials that really burn money. Paper, pens, paints, and all kinds of money...... Ay...... Don't say it......" The girl glanced at the drawing tools on the table and said with a wry smile.

"That'...... Then I'll forget it......" I stammered back the girl's offer and prepared to leave.

"Don't be anxious to retreat." The girl pushed me back into the chair and said seriously: "In short, there is nothing wrong with reporting to our school, so you should buy a peace of mind...... Maybe you'll get into another school? As for money, it's never too late to worry about it when you really get in......"

"Uh......"

"Come on, let's add a friend first. You can come to me at any time if you have any questions in the future, I'm a sophomore now, and I'm quite idle. The girl gently pinched my cheek and said kindly.

"Thank you...... Senior sister ......, "At that time, I was only moved by my sister's unconditional kindness, and I didn't think about why she was so good to me.