Chapter 180

The time on campus is like a slow song.

When the lights were on, the noise fell silent.

The whole school teachers were called to hold a meeting, so the classes were almost laissez faire, which was called self-study.

However, the class hasn't come yet. What do you study?

So most of the students in the classroom are chatting and talking. Even monitor Li Chengcheng can't control the scene.

Yang Zili ignored sun Xiaoyu, pulled the two students in the front row and talked about the new game console in the game hall.

Wu Tao was absorbed in reading the book of industrial design.

Zhao Li was pulled by sun Xiaoyu and told each other her heart. Most of the time, sun Xiaoyu said, while Zhao Li listened.

Zhao Li didn't seem to share with sun Xiaoyu the things she met during the winter vacation.

In this way, after two classes, Zhao Li just got empty. She took out a delicate picture book from the drawer and pushed it to Wu Tao.

Wu Tao looked back, "what is this?"

"Look, I just finished the first sentence, and I don't know if it's ok?" Zhao Li is both expecting and nervous.

Wu Tao couldn't help but be stunned. "There are at least forty or fifty pages in the first sentence. Have you finished drawing so quickly?"

"Is that fast?" Zhao Li could not help rubbing her slender hand. In fact, she had drawn more than ten pages of the second story.

After flipping through the picture book, Wu Tao noticed a thick layer of calluses on Zhao Li's fingers.

The heart sighed: "in fact, you don't have to spell like this. It's almost like drawing twenty or thirty pages a month."

Feeling Wu Tao's concern, Zhao Li felt warm in her heart, but her mouth was still big: "it doesn't matter. Sometimes when she draws, she can't stop at all. When my right hand is sour, I draw with my left hand. Now both hands are skilled... "

Wu Tao grabbed each other's hands, didn't he? The first joint of the middle finger of the left hand and the right hand has worn out a cocoon. It's hard to touch and can't help but ache.

"What a spell! Don't do this again! "

Wu Tao's voice was indisputable, but Zhao Li listened without anger and refutation, just with a sweet smile.

He held up the picture book, shook it, stuffed it into the drawer and said, "I'll take it back later."

When he returned to his home, Wu Tao opened Zhao Li's comic book for the first time.

Although there are some traces of Dayman on the human design, it integrates and enhances some Chinese classical elements, and immediately has the power of identification.

But in the plot of the story, the system of the function, is more perfect and reasonable, impeccable.

Zhao Li's brushwork expressive force is obviously more commercialized than the last impromptu work confession of a gentle scum, which makes it easier for people to have a sense of substitution and expectation.

Even Wu Tao, the story and the system setter, can't help watching it.

It can be seen that the attraction of this work is great.

If this level can be maintained, this work can fully carry greater expectations, such as the pioneering work of Guoman

After reading it, Wu Tao couldn't help being excited and dialed Wang Yongsheng directly.

The phone was soon connected. It seems that the other party didn't sleep.

"Mr. Wang, I can't wait when our comic club will open. There are works to be published!"

Wang Yongsheng's tone is also the boss's impoliteness. Through the communication these days, both the old and the young have found out each other's temperament.

"Hum, don't rush me. I have old arms and legs. I'm not idle during the new year. Is it easy for me?"

Wu Tao immediately softened and said, "Hey, old Wang, how dare I? I'm wrong. I just met a good work. I'm a little worried. "

"What kind of works are you so desperate?" Wang Yongsheng's tone was a little slow, and he doubted, "besides, can you do that?"

"Wang Lao, if you say so, you will doubt my taste!" Wu Tao also said abruptly, "tomorrow I'll send you a copy of this work. If you don't feel good, I promise I won't interfere with your preparation for the comic club in the future. How about it?"

"Yes, send it!"

The next morning, Wu Tao made a copy of the picture book and sent it out.

It would take at least two or three days on the way, so after sending it out, he forgot it.

As for Zhao Li, he simply put forward some opinions and handed them back to her for revision.

The life of the new semester has begun. The days of this semester are slightly shorter than those in previous years. It is inevitable that the curriculum is a little tight.

Not only that, but more importantly, the academic results of this semester will be an important basis for the division of Arts and science classes in senior two.

This is a new shuffle opportunity.

Therefore, everyone feels a sense of urgency and takes the heavy responsibility very seriously.

Wu Tao still follows his own rhythm, not slow.

The two exams in the first half of the year have established his position as the king. Naturally, the pressure is a little less after that.

Yang Zili was also in no hurry. When sun Xiaoyu asked about his volunteer, he said without thinking: "like me, of course, I choose science and liberal arts. It's better to kill me for those memories of politics, history and geography!"

Sun Xiaoyu twisted his head, hummed and didn't speak.

Yang Zili looked puzzled, but Wu Tao saw it clearly.

Sun Xiaoyu's science is in a mess. He can only choose liberal arts. There is still a glimmer of vitality. As a result, the old deskmate seemed to be puzzled by the amorous feelings, and the answer was unreliable, which made people very reluctant to listen.

Zhao Li also smiled and shook her head. Her beautiful eyes blinked and blinked. She looked at Wu Tao and said, "anyway, I'll report what subject you apply for. We have to continue at the same table! "

Wu Tao raised his eyebrows and said it didn't matter.

On the way back, an Rong also talked about this problem.

"I'm going to apply for Liberal Arts..."

"Why?"

Wu Tao was stunned. He was impressed that an Rong's science scores were also good.

"Don't you want to be in the same class as me?" Wu Tao's tone was a little bitter, of course half of it was pretended.

An Rong hugged his waist and said, "I thought that only by applying for liberal arts, can I have the opportunity to enter the same university with you."

In an Rong's opinion, the colleges and universities that Wu Tao can apply for in the future must be one of the two in the north of the Qing Dynasty.

Otherwise, it would be a waste to apply for other schools with his grades.

But Wu Tao doesn't think so. He is a man of two generations. He is indifferent to this, just to learn some knowledge.

So Hun didn't care and said, "don't think so much. I think Jinling university is very good. There is also the relationship between grandpa and the professor. It's close to home..."

"No!" An Rong answered very firmly, "I can't help you at ordinary times. I can't hold you back in the future. So you must not give in to me and ruin your future. "

Then he added, "I will try my best, believe me."

This? What do you tell her? Wu Tao pondered and didn't answer.

Seeing in an Rong's eyes, he thought he was unhappy, so he put his face on Wu Tao's back and said, "we are separated for the time being so that we can get together in the future."

"... besides, even if I choose science, I may not be able to be assigned to the same class as you."