Zhou Yao felt like he was exhausted.

Are his paintings...really this bad?

The teacher's conversation came from the door.

After being stunned for a moment, he subconsciously held his breath.

…

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

"This is the first time I've seen you recommend students transfer to regular classes."

"... His painting is not good, but it is not bad either."

"and you?"

"...He only started learning painting in junior high school..."

"You only studied for three years and passed the exam at our school?"

"Then he is quite talented."

"Um."

"Although the painting he took for the entrance examination had many problems, it made my eyes shine."

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

"Saw his potential."

"I thought I found a good idea..."

"But……"

A sigh sounded.

"I was wrong."

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

"I thought that painting was his starting point."

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

…

"He was in pain himself."

"I talked to him many times, but with little success."

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

"Painting is not the only way out."

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

"Actually, it's also because his grades in cultural classes are good. I think it would be better for him to be transferred to a regular class..."

"That's what I suggested."

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

…

"You also have good intentions."

"But it's a pity for him."

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

…

Zhou Yao didn't listen any more.

He held on to the wall and staggered away.

Not talented enough...

ha.

Not talented enough...

The teacher's comment completely shattered his confidence.

Even though he has suffered a lot of 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 page as them.

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

As a result, he was self-righteous.

…

"Zhou Yao..."

Zhao Luzheng spoke with some worry.

"I'm fine."

Zhou Yao shook his head.

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

He smiled.

Zhao Luzheng looked at the bitterness between Zhou Yao's eyebrows and said nothing.

…

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

Zhou Yao pinched the bridge of his nose.

Several times, he thought about immediately asking the teacher to agree to a class change.

But every time I missed the opportunity because of hesitation.

He still couldn't make up his mind.

He... was at a loss.

…

That week was extremely long.

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

…

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

"Why are you back so late at night?"

"Have you eaten?"

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

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

"Yao Yao?"

…

"grandmother."

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

"I haven't had dinner yet."

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

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

"There's still leftover rice tonight, let's make some fried rice."

The old man suggested.

"So fast."

"I'll take another bath."

The two old men walked to the kitchen while discussing their grandson's dinner.

There was a bit of softness between Zhou Yao's brows and eyes.

…

But soon, he calmed down.
To be continued...