Because of Meng Qing's hostility towards Song Jiawen, the four people in the dormitory quickly divided into two factions, Song Jiawen, Zhu Jin, and Wang Xiaole, yes, Meng Qing.

However, Meng Qing didn't care about this, although she was in the first class, she never took the classmates in the first class seriously.

She has a lot of contacts with Class 6 people, especially with Deng Tao.

Before Song Jiawen came, Deng Tao was a figure of the year in No. 1 Middle School, and the top ten grades of the school flower plus grade made her well-known in No. 1 Middle School.

But since Song Jiawen turned around, no one has mentioned the school flower for a long time.

As for the results, although it was just a simple test last time, and there were many people who questioned Song Jiawen, but in view of her unnatural scores, even if someone said something sour and weird, but in the face of strength, these words are not fart.

If you don't believe it, we'll see if you take the monthly exam.

There are already many students who are betting on who will be the first in the grade in the monthly exam.

However, in general, there are more pressures on Zhu Zhen, after all, Song Jiawen has just arrived, and she has only taken an exam, and everyone doesn't know much about her, and she is not confident, which is normal.

But even so, she is now a topic of grades, and in comparison, Deng Tao's top ten grades are not so good.

"Xiao Tao, you haven't contacted Teacher Song yet?"

After eating, a few people walked back to the classroom, Meng Qing said to Deng Tao, "The Chinese painting competition in Kyoto in May must be recommended by someone to participate, you have to find him as soon as possible, otherwise you won't be able to apply for Kyoto University." ”

Deng Tao wants to be admitted to Kyoto University by his grades, but it is impossible at present, and Yunzhou No. 1 Middle School can be admitted to Kyoto University every year.

So she wanted to go down the path of art.

However, those who are qualified and powerful to recommend teachers in Yunzhou can only be Mr. Song, the president of the Chinese Painting Association.

Deng Tao wants to participate in this nationally famous Chinese painting competition, mainly because its organizer is Beijing University, and every year the Chinese painting major of the Beijing University School of Art selects award-winning and nominated students from it.

I don't dare to say that she won the award, but she is still very confident that she will be nominated.

In fact, she was already preparing to participate in this competition last year, but unfortunately every time she sent a painting to Mr. Song, he was not satisfied.

If he is not satisfied, then it means that she is not eligible to participate in the competition.

It's almost April now, and the registration is almost over, does she really have no chance this time?

"I heard that Mr. Song went to the provincial capital, and he hasn't come back yet."

Deng Tao was upset, obviously she drew very well, but Teacher Song was so picky that she could find a bunch of faults for her every time.

In a word, her level is not enough to participate in the competition, and she must continue to work hard.

Work hard, there is nothing else but this sentence?

Her father tried to get money for Teacher Song to recommend her, but it didn't work, but Teacher Song avoided her now and didn't want to see her again.

This man really ...... It's too rigid.

A few people said as they walked, and after a while, they went back to their classrooms.

........

On the other side, Song Jiawen and his party also came out of the cafeteria just after eating.

Song Jiawen thought about her current savings, and planned whether she could find that Teacher Song before the college entrance examination and ask him to help sell a few paintings?

She has to eat, and she has to scrape together enough money to live on.

Back in the classroom, Zhu Zhen followed her to her place.

Song Jiawen gave him the notes, and showed them a few of the two exercise materials, and Xiao Qi and Yu Hang volunteered to make copies.

A few people moved a lot, and others who saw it also came to ask, and when they heard that there was good information, they hurriedly joined in.

Meng Qing sat on the far right of the front row against the wall, far away from a few people, and only vaguely heard them rushing to copy Song Jiawen's review materials.

She snorted softly, what good information can a person from the countryside have?

Deng Tao's father is in business, the family has money, and he has found a lot of good information for Deng Tao, and Meng Qing, who is a good friend, is fortunate to get two or three copies from it.

So she has no shortage of review materials.

Therefore, when her table mate asked her if she needed a photocopy, she shook her head decisively and refused.

In the afternoon physical education class, Song Jiawen asked Wang Xiaole to take her to the art room for a spin.

Wang Xiaole was stunned, "It's all places where art students paint, what's better?" Visiting here? ”

Song Jiawen: .......

She asked, "Can't you go?" ”

"That's not it, it's mainly because those people are weird, they don't let people see them drawing, thinking that it will affect their mood, and thus the quality of the painting. What, when someone hasn't ever painted. ”

Wang Xiaole dismisses this, she also took art classes all the way from elementary school to high school, and it's not that she can't draw, but it's just not as good as them.

What's the big deal.

She took Song Jiawen out of the teaching building, turned right to a comprehensive building, and in a large classroom at the far edge of the first floor, there were more than a dozen art students painting.

are basically high school juniors, and there is a girl in their class, but Song Jiawen doesn't remember her name, she just looks familiar.

The girl saw Song Jiawen and Wang Xiaole through the window, because everyone was painting quietly, she couldn't ask them out loud what was wrong, so she only gestured with her eyes.

If it's okay to leave, or someone will have to say something nasty later. The point is that the art teacher is also here, and she doesn't like to be disturbed.

Wang Xiaole looked at Song Jiawen, "Let's go." ”

Song Jiawen said to Wang Xiaole, "Can you let this classmate in our class come out?" I want her to help ask the teacher if you can let me go in and draw a sub-picture? ”

Wang Xiaole was surprised, "You can still paint?" ”

Oh no, you can't ask that, who wouldn't be able to draw? It just depends on the quality of the painting.

Song Jiawen only said, "It's a little bit, my hands are itchy, and I want to draw a picture to play." ”

The girl came out quickly, and then went in to find the teacher, and after a while, she came out again and brought Song Jiawen in, and Wang Xiaole went back to the classroom alone.

The girl's name is Xu Yan, she settled Song Jiawen in front of the easel next to her, and introduced her paints and pens to her in a low voice.

Every art student here has their own painting tools and materials, and Song Jiawen can only use someone else's if she wants to paint.

Xu Yan had just gotten Song Jiawen's photocopy materials in the morning, so she didn't mind letting her use her own at all. She thought that Song Jiawen was just curious and came to play casually.

So she put things between the two of them, and after introducing her, she concentrated on her paintings and stopped looking at her.

The art teacher is instructing a student, and when he is done, he gets up to see how the others are drawing.

She walked slowly, her eyes swept over the paintings in front of each student, her eyebrows were slightly twisted, there were still a few months to take the college entrance examination, and now everyone's painting mentality is unstable and too impetuous.

It wasn't until she came to Xu Yan that her brows relaxed, and she had made great progress during this time.

His eyes staggered, and Teacher Fang saw a sketch next to Xu Yan that was about to be completed, and his eyes widened suddenly......