Fisheryan's choice is actually OK.

She has participated in the National Art Examination Joint Enrollment, has the lower limit to take the college entrance examination, and has also participated in the school examination of the Qingjing Academy of Fine Arts, and the highest pursuit is also there.

She was not prepared to apply for the Shuchuan Academy of Fine Arts. It would be meaningless to return to Jiangzhou to continue the art training for the next month.

It also wasted two months of cultural review time that only started from mid-December to mid-February.

Xu Chaohui seemed to realize this immediately and kept saying that he would not go back to Jiangzhou, so he stayed with Fisherman to support the intensive class of the college entrance examination first.

But he was too obvious. When he got out of the car, the five freshmen in the car looked at each other, and then they burst out with gossip: "This kid... can't he want to chase Yanzi, right?"

"Yeah, isn't it a pity for you to digest the internal digestion of your master?"

Even Wan Changsheng touched his chin with a haha: "Pingjing, if both of them were admitted to Pingjing, they could take care of each other."

The girl helped Fisheryan take her pulse: "Jiangzi is absolutely beautiful if she put on a little makeup. Xu Chaohui is a typical straight man, and she is not too far from cancer. She is not optimistic!"

So in the end, everyone could only pretend to be mature: "Let it go with the flow, they can only look at their own fate."

In fact, everyone is not as old as Xu Chaohui, and they are basically in one year with Fisherman.

Wan Changsheng was lazy and handed over several people to Ding Xiaopeng for care: "My relative's hotel has been booked, you can just stay there. In the evening, you will be considered as a treat for dinner, and I will not go with you if you have an invoice!

Everyone knew that he wanted to be with Jia Huanhuan, and did not force everyone to accept Huanhuan, so they drove him away in unison.

Huanhuan is also in her senior year.

Wan Changsheng, who sent messages, phone calls, or videos, almost every day, knew that Jia Huanhuan was working hard for the first time this time.

So I didn't say what happened today beforehand, it was a surprise.

I also bought a bouquet of flowers in a very tacky way, full of red roses.

With Wan Changsheng's personality, it is difficult to choose to do such a thing, but it should make Huanhuan happy. He parked the car a little further outside the school gate and went over with a rose.

At the school gate where the evening self-study was just around nine o'clock, it was still quiet now, and even the other parents who picked up their children had not arrived yet.

Wan Changsheng wanted to come early to calm his emotions, as if he was going to be careful when he came back from a wander outside.

Who knew that as soon as I walked to the school gate, I was discovered by the security guard: "Who... isn't harassed... Huh? Is it Wan Changsheng? It's really you?"

Turning his head and making a loud voice, he was so happy: "Wan Changsheng is back, hahaha, Wan Changsheng is back with a rose."

It’s really like Du Wen said, the standard thing varies from person to person.

The little hooligan took the roses to the door of No. 2 Middle School and wanted to make trouble, just harass the girl.

As for the immortality, that is the love between the young couple.

The teacher immediately ran out five or six of them when they saw him. When everyone saw him, they were really gone, and someone immediately pulled him: "There is still half an hour, half an hour, the blackboard newspaper, the one I had last year could not protect for so long!"

Wan Changsheng agreed with a smile.

It seemed that he promised to draw was a great thing. The teacher happily sent messages to other teachers and directors notified the security guards, while the security guards were busy pulling wires and lighting the lights, and even turning on the flashlights, illuminating the blackboard beside the school gate.

There were also a few who were diligently cleaning the entire blackboard and waiting.

After thinking for a while, Wan Changsheng thought for a while, what flashed through his mind was inevitably what he felt in the past two or three days.

What is destiny?

There really is fate.

If I had not had the surname Wan and did not have this artistic talent, I would probably be no different from the non-mainstream young people in Guanyin Village who are causing trouble all day long.

If Du Wen had not had a kind of arrogance, she might have inherited the kind of heritage she had from her grandmother. Just being beautiful and growing up in a broken family might have been a mistake.

There is also the teacher Fan. She has known him for a year. She has the arrogance of a professional, and has a little inferiority complex. It seems that when Mao Dongyang first came to the Damei training class, she was quite obsessed with Mao Dongyang, and her handsome appearance, and she has better character and a brighter future. She has not been like this even though she has not been like this.

Therefore, Mao Dongyang is easily exploited.

It's really unfair.

There are also the experiences of Fisherman and Xu Chaohui. They are already lucky leaders, but they are still very troubled by fate.

Fate is born unfair.

So the great master of the world is just a false proposition and a trick to seduce people.

Looking at the blackboard is like seeing the black hole of fate.

The feeling of Wan Changsheng came, the feeling of an artist's emotional upper body, picked up chalk and swept it across the blackboard.

Almost a year has passed.

Wan Changsheng truly entered the palace of the Academy of Fine Arts and walked on the right path hungrily.

In terms of skills, he has not changed much, but what has changed even more is his thoughts, especially artistic thinking.

Blue chalk and red are stacked together and swept through the high places at the same time, creating a mixed dark color, a hazy like dreams and illusions, both true and false.

Holding the emergency light, the security guard seemed to be unable to see clearly, and wanted to get closer, but was grabbed by the physical education teacher who was surrounded by him, fearing that he would disturb Wan Changsheng's creation.

There have been dozens of people surrounding him.

In fact, Wan Changsheng didn't notice the people around him. He used this darker color to paint the background on a large scale, which was a bit of the artistic conception of classical Chinese ink and landscapes. Then there was the ground, with brown chalk and white mixed with it, and quickly outlined the board to paint the cracked ground, and rocks that began to appear below the center.

This is completely different from the scene of a boy and a girl holding hands last year.

The teachers and security guards around them were all watching with breath and concentrating.

But he trusted Wan Changsheng so much that he just wanted to see what he drew.

The style of painting suddenly changed!

When these peripheral backgrounds were completed, Wan Changsheng picked up a red chalk and began to draw very eye-catching lines on the blackboard, a long and deformed stick!

There are exquisite carvings on the stick!

Apply yellow and brighten white to make the carvings three-dimensional and vivid!

Just looking at the two golden carvings at the ends and the red stick in the middle, everyone immediately realized what this was.

Golden cudgel!

Yes, the monkey wearing a golden helmet under the red lines soared into the sky!

Waving the golden cudgel in his hand, using the most bloody attitude, with a rebellious and heart-wrenching unwilling attitude, he rushed up from the barren cracked ground in a rampant manner.

Is this a passionate and frivolous person who knows the height of heaven and earth, or is it a repressed and despairing that is helpless and unchanged?

The monkey's face was so full of dissatisfaction!

Even if the golden helmet was wiped out by Wan Changsheng and changed to incompleteness, it would be obvious that it would look like after the defeat.

Even the hair that was originally the Monkey King was changed into a mess and encountered setbacks.

But the fire of struggle in the eyes has not been destroyed at all!

When the image of Sun Wukong first appeared, the teachers were a little confused. What can this encourage the students?

I gradually understood a little.

When Wan Changsheng finally grabbed the white chalk and occupied one-third of the area on both sides of the long blackboard. When he began to write in his unique cursive style, a group of adults' involuntary aura became even stronger, and he felt a momentum in his heart burst out like that!

The image of Sun Wuzi does only occupy the middle point, and the more conspicuous words on both sides are the words.

"If fate is unfair"

"Just fight it to the end"

The font of the dragon and the phoenix dance seems to break through the shackles of the blackboard and push that kind of spirit into the sky.

Yes, everyone has times when they encounter injustice. Should they just lie down and give up struggling, or do everything possible to fight?

There are many losers who are rolling in the quagmire, hoping that others will give up their pursuit of life like them and promote various negative thoughts.

But for these super middle school students who are already standing in front of the college entrance examination line.

They are facing the most important watershed in their lives.

This may be the only opportunity in their lives to fight against fate and control their own destiny.

At least at this time, they need this kind of encouragement and struggle!

When the line drawing method was just completed, it was just a frame, like an iron wire frame, and Wan Changsheng had to apply white to it.

A teacher suddenly said, "Changsheng, I can apply chalk, please help you with it."

Wan Changsheng handed the chalk silently, but unexpectedly, several teachers snatched it to take the chalk: "It's okay to play chalk for a lifetime, this is still fine, no problem!"

Wan Changsheng, who was still immersed in his own creative insights, then he laughed.

Take two steps back and take a look at your own picture.

In fact, in the creation of the Academy of Fine Arts, there are few such ways to match characters and draw.

But there are Chinese paintings, and there are more murals in temples.

Because I think so much from Western art, whether you can understand is different from your business.

Chinese paintings mostly emphasize that literati have similar aspirations, and it is very elegant to write poems, songs and essays next to them.

The murals of the temple have more educational effects.

So I watched several teachers actively assist in smearing.

The most eye-catching thing on the entire blackboard newspaper are these two big white words.

He was also worried that the young high school students would have a deviation in their understanding, so he chose a yellow chalk and used neat regular script in the lower right corner: "All the past is the prologue"

knock off.
Chapter completed!