Zhou Yao felt exhausted.

Is his paintings really so bad?

The teacher's conversation came from the door.

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

...

"Kobayashi, is that student's drawing bad?"

"The first time I met you, I suggested that students transfer to regular classes."

“…He didn’t draw well, but he wasn’t bad either.”

"and you?"

“…He started learning to draw in junior high school…”

"I've only been studying for three years and got into our school?"

"Then he's quite talented."

"Um."

"Although the painting he took to the school entrance exam had many problems, it made my eyes shine."

"Because I can see his aura in that painting."

"See his potential."

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

"But……"

A sigh rang out.

"I was wrong."

"The painting he took to the school entrance exam is the best painting I've seen in his painting."

"I thought that painting was his starting point."

"I didn't expect it... to be his peak."

...

"He himself was in pain."

"I talked to him many times, but it didn't work very well."

"I don't think he can continue like this."

“Drawing is not the only way out.”

"Since painting makes him so painful, don't draw it."

"Actually, it is because his grades in the cultural course are good. I think it would be better for him to transfer to the ordinary class..."

"I just suggested that."

"Of course, it depends on his own thoughts in the end."

...

"You have also used good intentions."

"But it's a pity for him."

"After all, it's not talented enough..."

...

Zhou Yao didn't continue listening.

He held the wall and staggered away.

Not enough talent...

ha.

Not enough talent...

This comment from the teacher completely shattered his confidence.

Even though he has suffered a lot of frustrations 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 was on the same starting line as them.

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

As a result, he thought he was self-righteous.

...

"Zhou Yao..."

Zhao Luzheng spoke with some concern.

"I'm fine."

Zhou Yao shook his head.

He patted his face, "How long has it been..."

He smiled.

Zhao Lu was looking at the bitterness between Zhou Yao's eyebrows and eyes without saying anything.

...

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

Zhou Yao pinched the bridge of his nose.

He rose several times and immediately asked the teacher to agree to the idea of ​​transferring the class.

But every time I missed the opportunity because of hesitation.

He still couldn't make up his mind.

He... was confused.

...

That week was particularly long.

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

...

Both old men were a little surprised when they saw their grandson coming back.

"Why did you come back to the middle of the night?"

"Have you eaten?"

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

She noticed that something seemed wrong with her grandson's emotions.

"Yaoyao?"

...

"grandmother."

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

"I haven't eaten supper yet."

The old lady suddenly became anxious, "What time is it? You kid haven't eaten dinner yet?"

"Wait for a while, grandma will help you do it immediately."

"There is still leftovers tonight, so make some fried rice."

The old man suggested.

“So fast.”

"I'll make another soup."

The two old men walked towards the kitchen while discussing their grandson's supper.

Zhou Yao's eyebrows and eyes showed a little softness.

...

But soon, he restrained his expression.
To be continued...