Hua Tianlong has no interest in art, but he does not like painting at all. He doesn't like to sit in the classroom to attend classes honestly. He deals with it every time he goes to class. He prefers to draw simple drawings on the sketchbook and then accompany some words he wrote. Those words truthfully reflect his spiritual world and are full of innocence and childishness.

For example, he drew a convenience store on Rulin Street. The door was very lively. Adults were smoking, children were eating ice cream, and several cicadas were lying on the big tree next to him. He drew it vividly and full of life atmosphere.

He wrote on the side: "My favorite board is no longer sold in the convenience store. It turns out that summer has passed; the bell tone of the get out of class has changed from "Childhood" to "Turkish March". It turns out that my childhood has also gone; I put the Hero Card of Water Margin on the shelf and started to collect various watercolor pens. It turns out that I have grown up."

His composition was not well written, and he did not understand what "children's poems" meant that on a whim, he recorded his own feelings, and unknowingly, he had already recorded a lot of them. These paintings and inspirations are Hua Tianlong's most precious things.

He has only shown it to Xie Ying. Because Xie Ying is innocent and kind, she can keep secrets for him. Even if his spiritual world is simple, only Xie Ying can understand him well.

Teacher Wu, who teaches sketching, is a new artist, and his words and deeds reveal a strong sense of arrogance. He is very strict with students, so he naturally doesn't like free and casual students like Hua Tianlong. Hua Tianlong has communicated with him so that he doesn't have to care about himself. Anyway, he has no hope of going to school - at least there is no hope of getting into a prestigious university, so he just needs to focus on other students.

But Teacher Wu didn't buy it. He often raised his head and pointed at Hua Tianlong, saying, "Students who cannot endure hardship will definitely have no future in the future. Only by enduring hardships can you achieve good results. Moreover, only by enduring hardships can you be worthy of your parents' efforts in you. The best reward for your parents is to do your best to get into your ideal institution!"

Hua Tianlong felt very uncomfortable. But he felt that Teacher Wu was right. He had indeed never suffered any hardships, and perhaps he would not be able to enjoy the joy of success. Therefore, even if Hua Tianlong was not convinced, he did not refute it. He accepted the criticism of the teacher completely.

Hua Tianlong was not active in handing in his homework. He was delayed and the homework he handed in was treated as a negative textbook. He was criticized by Teacher Wu for a long time. Once, Hua Tianlong was scolded to the point of being starry-eyed, and he was a little stupid, and he couldn't help asking: "Teacher, isn't the most important thing in artistic creation?"

"Well... you want freedom without foundation? Free creation is the highest level of art. Have you laid a solid foundation? Do you dare to create freely?" Teacher Wu mocked: "It's like you don't even write regular script well, but you want to practice cursive script? People can't be impetuous, let alone reach the top in one step."

Hua Tianlong was bored and could not refute it. Instead, he became a laughing stock and felt uncomfortable all over his body.

He often had dinner with Xie Chong and Wang Haochuan. He seriously discussed the withdrawal with his friends. Xie Chong said: "I have already entered the third year of high school. If you persist, you can graduate. Sister Yulin was dropped out at the last moment of high school. She regrets it very much, and she also has many regrets. She is your lesson."

"Well..." Hua Tianlong fiddled with the tableware and said blankly: "Indeed, if you stick to the end, you will definitely be very useful in the future if you have a high school diploma."

"When you can't hold on, think of your parents." Wang Haochuan said: "Uncle Hua and Aunt Hua are the best parents I have ever met. They don't put any pressure on you, but you can't let them down."

Hua Tianlong covered his head in pain: "It is because they have done too much for me that I am very distressed! I don't want everything they do for me, and I don't want them to work so hard for me..."

Hua Tianlong stopped because Wang Haochuan's face changed.

Wang Haochuan smiled bitterly and said, "You don't have to consider my feelings, just finish it!"

"Haochuan, I mean..."

"Hey, there is really nothing in common between human joys and sorrows." Wang Haochuan continued to smile bitterly: "My trouble is that my parents don't care about me at all. Even if they give me a little support, my life will be much smoother; and your trouble is that your parents have done too much for you, which makes you feel the pressure... I really want to experience your troubles."

Hua Tianlong said sincerely: "Haochuan, I did not show my superiority. What I said was my thoughts."

"I know, I didn't blame you either. I just said that there was no resonance between our troubles."

That night, Hua Tianlong was lying on the bed and tossing and turning, with what Wang Haochuan said echoing in his ears. He did not cherish the help his parents provided to him, but instead blamed his parents for giving too much. Isn’t he a little ungrateful?

He rubbed his cheeks hard, trying to make himself more awake. The result of sobering was that he worked hard for two or three days, and then fell into confusion again.

Hua Tianlong still likes to express his emotions through painting. He just doesn't like to face a bunch of still life paintings in the classroom, nor does he want to treat painting as a task. He has his own measurement standards. He wants to draw those cute and agile people or objects, but he doesn't want to restrain his inspiration.

Therefore, every time he attends Teacher Wu's class, he is like going to the execution ground, full of uneasiness and deep boredom.

In a class, Hua Tianlong fell asleep and handed in his homework in a daze. It was not until he woke up that he realized that something was wrong. He handed over his graffiti book!

Teacher Wu looked through the homework book with great interest, especially when he saw Hua Tianlong's homework, he couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

He flipped through the notebook and whispered: "Babies in their sleep must be fighting against the little monsters. Otherwise, why would they close their eyes and wave their little fists randomly?"

The protagonist of the painting should be a baby sleeping soundly in the "surrender" position. The baby was Xie Jing in Hua Tianlong's memory. When Xie Jing was still a little baby, he often stretched out his two small fists in his sleep, not knowing who he was hit. Anyway, he was still asleep after punching.

In Hua Tianlong's eyes, Xie Jing was so cute at that time. He couldn't forget it, so he drew it. The baby clenched his fists and raised his fists above his head; his two fleshy calves were bent, like a cute little frog. Xie Ying saw the painting, and she felt it was very healing, and praised Hua Tianlong as a delicate and gentle good painter.

At that time, Hua Tianlong was still immersed in Xie Ying's praise and could not extricate himself, but not long after, he was criticized by Teacher Wu in public.

Teacher Wu flipped through the notebook and continued to recite: "When I was a child, you taught me to count stars, one star, two stars, three stars... As you count, you suddenly disappeared. Now I am sitting at the entrance of the alley, looking up at the sky, and still counting stars unconsciously. One star, one star, and one star. Because you have become the brightest star, and I can only see the star you have become."

Teacher Wu smiled and said, "Oh, the previous one is like a diary. Why did this poem feel like it has become a poem? Hua Tianlong, are you writing a poem when you were heartbroken?"

"No." Hua Tianlong replied coldly: "This poem is to commemorate an older brother."

Hua Tianlong did not lie. The reason he wrote this poem was to commemorate Zhou Kewei. When Brother Zhou died, he was still in school. After returning home, he looked at the empty and lonely sky and couldn't help but feel the feeling, and then wrote this poem.

His classmates didn't know the origin of this poem. A girl put her hands together and said intoxicatedly: "Wow, this poem is really beautiful! When it turned into 'one star, two stars, and three stars, it was really touching! Hua Tianlong, can I copy this poem?"

"Whatever..." Hua Tianlong said tiredly: "Anyway, this is not a famous poem."

Teacher Wu flipped it over, put away his smile, and said sternly: "Hua Tianlong, you have put all your thoughts on these evil ways. If you put a little attention to your studies, you will not be able to learn what you are now."

"Teacher, I have said that I will be responsible for what I have learned. Even if I am poor in the future, I don't want to change my mind... If you say I am lazy, then I will just be lazy! I'm already out of salvation..."

"Hua Tianlong!" Teacher Wu suddenly raised his decibels and threw Hua Tianlong's graffiti book on the table: "Do you think it's fun to draw these? Do you think you have a lot of ideas and personality, right? You can't draw and learn. What confidence do you have to dare to do whatever you want?"

Because my parents are my greatest confidence. Hua Tianlong said in his heart.

"Hua Tianlong! If I see you writing random drawings and making these garbage again, don't blame me for being cruel, I will confiscate it for you..."

"Teacher, I have said it many times. Tell you not to worry about me. I can't get into college. That's my own problem..."

"But you will lower my admission rate!" Teacher Wu said unbearably: "Or don't be an art student and don't take my class completely, so I won't care about you."

Hua Tianlong wanted to return his graffiti book and walked out of the classroom without saying a word. He wanted to find the Academic Affairs Office and withdraw Teacher Wu's class. He admitted that he had many shortcomings, but Teacher Wu openly mocked his works for being "trash" in front of the teachers and students of the class, which made him unacceptable and his heart broke into a slag.

He knew that if he dropped out of class, there would be no hope for his college entrance examination. But Hua Tianlong could not compromise, and he had his own ideas. He wanted to protect his improvisational work, and he did not allow others to trample on his sincerity and innocence.

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Moving to the last moment, it has been updated in the past few days! Please forgive me!

"Brother Chen!"

"Um!"

When Chen Changqing was walking on the road, he would say hello or nod when he met someone he knew.

But no matter who it is.

Everyone had no extra expression on their faces, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

Regarding this.

Chen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Department, it is an institution to maintain the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone's hands were stained with a lot of blood.

When a person is used to life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When Chen Changqing first came to this world, he was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppressing Division is very big.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppression Department are all powerful masters or those with the potential to become masters.

Chen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressing Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian and the other is the Demon Elimination Envoy.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts with the lowest level of Demon Elimination Envoy.

Then he will be promoted step by step and will eventually become a guardian.

Chen Changqing's predecessor was an intern in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-level Demon Suppression Envoy.

Have the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long, Chen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and it presents a different tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.

At this time, the attic door is open and occasionally someone enters and exits.

Chen Changqing just hesitated for a moment and then stepped in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow frown instinctively, but it stretched quickly.

The bloody smell on everyone in the Demon Suppression Department is almost impossible to clean.
Chapter completed!