"Stop talking." Yan Chuyang turned around and said in a flat voice, "I'm very busy and I have to practice more, so I won't go home tonight, I'll sleep in the dormitory." After speaking, the boy walked out.
Only Wei Qing was left alone, looking helplessly at the figure who disappeared behind the door.
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At noon, Wei Qing finished work early, went home and made some of Yan Chuyang's favorite food, put it in an insulated box, and prepared to send him some at school.
He lost weight too quickly, and in just a week, his already thin shoulder blades were more prominent than before.
Wei Qing could feel his pressure, but he didn't understand it.
It's obviously just a game, and if you lose, you lose, but Yan Chuyang seems to take the winning or losing of this game very seriously.
To be honest, Wei Qing couldn't agree with this petty insistence.
If it was someone else, he would definitely be full of sarcasm, but now that the foolish and persistent person is Yan Chuyang, all he has left is his heartache.
Wei Qing called Wei Yuan, and after knowing that Yan Chuyang was in the art gallery of the school, he carried the lunch box to the art gallery of their school.
He once drove Yan Chuyang to practice in the studio, so he is quite familiar with the road to the art museum.
When I walked to the door and was about to open the door to enter, I suddenly heard the voice of a middle-aged woman coming from the room.
"These paintings are not good..." The teacher threw all the homework handed in by Yan Chuyang to the ground and said, "Chuyang, this is not your real level."
Yan Chuyang's expression changed, and he anxiously picked up the paper from the ground and said, "Teacher, I drew this all night last night, please take a look again."
The teacher sighed, shook his head helplessly and said: "Chuyang, if this is your true level, then I have to advise you, you can withdraw from this competition now, because you will never make it to the final."
Yan Chuyang swayed, his eyes flickered and he said softly: "Is the painting... so bad?"
The teacher sighed, took the drawing paper from the boy's hand again, looked at the obviously anxious strokes on it, and said, "Don't you think you've been too eager for quick success recently?"
Yan Chuyang shook his head: "I just want to hurry up, work harder, and draw more..."
"But the game is about quality, not quantity."
Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes helplessly: "I think that if you paint more, your level may improve a little faster."
The teacher's expression became more impatient: "If you think like this, then you don't need to participate in the competition, and you will never win."
"Who said he can't win?" A gloomy voice interrupted the conversation between the two people in the room.
Wei Qing suddenly pushed open the door and came in.
Yan Chuyang turned around in astonishment, saw Wei Qing, quickly stood up and walked to his side and said, "Why are you here?"
The man didn't speak, just pushed his shoulders away, walked to the drawing board, squatted down, picked up the scattered paintings on the ground and said
"This teacher, our family's early positive son is a little anxious, but as his teacher, you should be clear about his level. He is very good. It's just that he has been under a lot of pressure recently and is not very confident. He knows that he is not confident enough. , you want to add fuel to the fire again, isn't it against the teacher's morality?"
The female teacher's face was obviously a little uneasy, and she snorted coldly and said: "As his teacher, I am obliged to make the most accurate evaluation of him. I'm not wrong. In his current state, it is impossible to win the game."
Wei Qing snorted, flicked the dust on the drawing paper and said: "I said why our family is always absent-minded recently, thinking that something happened to him, so it turned out that he met you at such a time Immediately hit his teacher."
"Wei Qing!" Yan Chuyang rushed to his side anxiously, tugged at his collar and whispered, "Don't talk to the teacher like that, she is the best professional teacher in our school."
"Professional level is the best? Heh." Wei Qing sneered and shook his head, "Without a teacher's morality, he is still not a good teacher."
"You!" The womanly face turned pale, and after grinding her teeth for a long time, she suddenly shook off her sleeves and said, "I can't afford to teach, why not teach?"
Wei Qing nodded: "I didn't intend to ask you to teach again."
The woman snorted coldly, swung her arms, turned and walked out.
Yan Chuyang stomped his feet anxiously, hurriedly chased after him and stopped him, saying, "Teacher, my brother speaks a lot, so don't take it to heart."
The teacher stopped, looked at the boy's apologetic expression, gradually calmed down, and said with guilt on his face: "Chuyang, in fact, the teacher should also say sorry to you. Not enough, I still speak so heavily... …”
"It's okay, it's okay." Yan Chuyang scratched the back of his head and said anxiously, "Don't say that, I know, I'm not good enough and let you down."
The woman sighed, "Actually, something happened to me at home recently, and I'm in a bad mood."
"You're in a bad mood, so you just spill it on my brother?" Wei Qing interjected angrily from the side.
"Stop talking!" Yan Chuyang interrupted him loudly.
Wei Qing snorted, turned his face away and stopped talking.
The teacher looked embarrassed and said: "Chuyang, I am also responsible for your unstable mentality. In short, if you continue to work hard, I may not be able to teach you in the near future."
"teacher…... ."
"I'll go first." The woman patted the boy on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Show your best level and believe in yourself."
Seeing her resolute attitude, Yan Chuyang couldn't say anything to persuade her to stay, so he could only give a heavy hum, and watched the teacher turn and walk out the door.
Seeing the door close, Wei Qing walked up to him, put his arms around his shoulders and said, "I'll send a text message to my assistant later, asking him to help you find a teacher who is 10,000 times stronger than this major. This teacher, You can't even talk in your head, but... ah!" Wei Qing suddenly exclaimed.
Yan Chuyang clenched his fists and punched the man on the shoulder bitterly.
"What are you doing?" Wei Qing took a wrong step back after being hit by him, and looked up at the person in front of him in puzzlement.