Chapter 2151 Talent and Willfulness

Zhou Yao felt exhausted.

His paintings...are they really that bad?
The sound of teachers talking came from the door.

After a moment of stunned silence, he subconsciously held his breath.

……

"Xiao Lin, is that student's drawing bad?"

"This is the first time I've seen you suggest that a student transfer to a regular class."

“…He doesn’t draw well, but he’s not bad either.”

"then you?"

"…He started learning painting in junior high school…"

"You've only studied for three years and you've been admitted to our school?"

“Then he’s quite talented.”

"Ah."

“Although the painting he drew for the entrance exam had many problems, it opened my eyes.”

"Because I can see his spirit from that painting."

“See his potential.”

"I thought I had found a good seedling..."

"But……"

A sigh sounded.

"I was wrong."

"The painting he drew for the entrance exam is the best painting of his I have ever seen."

“That painting I thought was his starting point.”

"I didn't expect... that this was his peak."

……

"He's in a lot of pain himself."

"I talked to him many times, but to little avail."

"I don't think he can go on like this."

“Painting is not the only way out.”

"Since painting makes him so miserable, then he shouldn't paint anymore."

"In fact, it's because his academic performance is good. I think it would be better for him to transfer to a regular class..."

"That's what I suggested."

"Of course, in the end it all depends on what he thinks."

……

“You have good intentions.”

"But it's a pity for him."

"After all, I don't have enough talent..."

……

Zhou Yao didn't listen any further.

He held onto the wall and staggered away.

Not enough talent...

what.

Not enough talent...

The teacher's comment completely shattered his confidence.

Even though he has suffered many setbacks since entering high school, he has always been confident in his heart.

He just started later than others.

But he was in the same classroom with them.

He is on the same starting line as them.

So, as long as he works hard and is given more time, he will catch up with others.

As a result, he became self-righteous.

……

"Zhou Yao..."

Zhao Luzheng spoke with some concern.

"I am fine."

Zhou Yao shook his head.

He patted his face and said, "It was so long ago..."

He smiled.

Zhao Lu was looking at the bitterness between Zhou Yao's eyebrows and didn't say anything.

……

"I was a bit confused that week..."

Zhou Yao pinched the bridge of his nose.

He had the idea of ​​immediately going to the teacher to agree to the change of class.

But every time I missed the opportunity because of hesitation.

He still couldn't make up his mind.

He was...very confused.

……

That week was exceptionally long.

After class on Friday, he returned to his grandfather's house.

……

The two old people were a little surprised to see their grandson coming back.

"Why are you back so late at night?"

"Have you eaten?"

The old lady asked with concern, then frowned, "What's wrong?"

She noticed that something was wrong with her grandson's mood.

"Yaoyao?"

……

"grandmother."

Zhou Yao forced a smile and said, "I'm hungry."

"I haven't had dinner yet."

The old lady was immediately anxious, "What time is it? You haven't had dinner yet?"

"Wait a moment, grandma will help you do it right away."

"There's some leftovers from dinner, let's make some fried rice."

The old man suggested.

"That's fast." "I'll take another bath."

The two old people walked towards the kitchen while discussing their grandson's dinner.

There was a hint of softness in Zhou Yao's eyes and brows.

……

But soon, he restrained his expression.

Taking a deep breath, he pursed his lips and walked towards the warehouse.

……

Pushing open the door of the warehouse, he saw the drawing board not far away without having to look far away.

And the painting on the drawing board.

……

Moonlight streamed in through the small window above.

The sea of ​​flowers in the painting is bathed in the bright moonlight, adding a touch of dreamy color.

……

He was stunned for a moment.

Then he slowly walked to the front of the drawing board.

He stretched out his hand.

Touch the paper with your fingertips.

This is the only painting his teacher left him.

Adapted from his random doodles.

This was also the beginning of his interest in painting.

……

Even after so many years, the painting in front of him still amazed him.

This is just a teacher's doodle.

He suddenly thought so.

It is completely different from his casual doodles.

In his opinion, the paintings of the art teacher in school...are not as good as those of his mysterious teacher.

He has kept this painting here ever since.

Every time I come to the warehouse, I spend a lot of time looking around.

Every time he watched it, he would feel that... he was really far behind his teacher...

Thinking of my former ambitions...

Catch up with the teacher...surpass the teacher...

He took a deep breath.

He felt suffocated by lack of oxygen.

……

"teacher……"

Zhou Yao murmured.

His fingers gently stroked the drawing paper.

"Are you really not coming back?"

"teacher……"

"...I really need you..."

He no longer knew what to do.

……

"Yaoyao?"

The old lady pushed open the half-closed door of the warehouse, and her expression was not surprised. "You are here after all."

Her eyes fell on the painting next to her grandson and she exclaimed, "What a beautiful painting."

After knowing that this painting was drawn by the teacher mentioned by her grandson, her doubts about the mysterious teacher faded a little.

No matter what, the other party is indeed capable.

……

"Yes."

Zhou Yao responded softly.

The old lady frowned, but soon she started laughing.

She stepped forward, took her grandson's hand, and urged him, "Okay, come back for the painting later."

"Let's go eat first."

"It's not good to be hungry..."

……

Zhou Yao followed his grandmother's force and walked towards the door.

As he stepped out of the door, he turned his head.

The sea of ​​flowers in the painting shone faintly under the moonlight.

Really...very beautiful.

……

This painting gave Zhou Yao the motivation to persevere.

However, this persistence soon succumbed to reality.

Two months after his teacher suggested that he change classes, he submitted his application for transfer.

At that time, it was already the end of the first semester of senior year.

There are less than six months left before the college entrance examination.

……

In the following time, he devoted all his energy to preparing for the college entrance examination.

Although he had good grades in the art class, it was after all an art class with lower academic performance. He felt a lot of pressure when he was in a regular class.

But this was a choice he made after careful consideration.

No matter how difficult it is, he will grit his teeth and persevere.

……

“I am very grateful to my family for their understanding and support.”

Zhou Yao lowered his eyes and looked at the coffee in front of him.

His decision was capricious.

he knows.

He has always been so willful.

Before the high school entrance examination, he suddenly told his family that he wanted to apply for an art class.

I'm already in my third year of high school, but I'm told I want to transfer to a regular class...

　ps: Thank you Cangqiong Qianjue for the reward~(*︶*)!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)