I Was Once a Legend

A full and busy day just passed in the studio.

Wang Que did not tell Tan Qiuyu about the boy. Tan Qiuyu was her first tablemate after entering high school and her best friend. She didn't want to destroy the friendship between the two. If Qiu Yu knew this, would she be very angry?

At night, Wangque packed his things, went home with Tan Qiuyu, and walked to the station.

Wangque couldn't help but think of things in the morning again. Someone liked herself and said it was impossible to be unhappy. Although she didn't feel much about the boy, she had been confessed by many people since childhood, but she knew she was liked by others. I can't help but feel a secret and sweet little pride.

The two chatted while walking. In the tense time of the upcoming entrance exam, the time when they went to the station with Tan Qiuyu after school was indeed a rare relaxation for Wangque.

Tan Qiuyu seemed to be not too interested. She was sullen along the way. Wangque was a little puzzled. Out of concern for her good friends, she asked: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Tan Qiuyu shook his head and still didn't speak. Wangque saw it and closed his head in a funny way.

The two walked all the way to the station, Tan Qiuyu dragged his scarf, and with both hands holding the bag strap, finally whispered: "Did Yu Yuchen confess to you this morning?"

When Wangque heard it, she understood everything at once, and the things she was most afraid of still happened. She opened her mouth subconsciously to justify herself, and she was arrogantly organizing the language. She listened to Qiu Yu and said:

"I was thinking of coming over and returning the painting to you, so I came a little early and happened to hear everything."

Wangque was silent for a moment, only said: "I did not promise him."

Tan Qiuyu didn't seem to hear it, and said: "You paint so beautifully, look better than me, and have a gentle personality. He would like you to be normal."

"But this also proves that he has a good vision, which is very good." Tan Qiuyu took a deep breath and spit it out heavily, turning around to see Wang Que looking at himself with guilt and guilt, smiling, and said, " Harmful, you look at your expression, he likes you to be his business, and it has nothing to do with you, why, are you afraid I am angry?"

Wangque looked at her and smiled, relieved in her heart, really thought Tan Qiuyu didn't mind that much, pretended to think about it seriously, and nodded, "There is a little."

"Am I like such a stingy person? He likes you, does it just prove that my friends I made are excellent? A man in every district wants to destroy the relationship between us?" Tan Qiuyu snorted, she saw from afar The bus I was going to drive past the traffic lights, got up from the bench, and said, "Then I will go back first, you don't need to feel uncomfortable, I won't care."

Wangque really thought she didn't care.

It was the day of the Central American School Exam.

Wangque happened to be in the same classroom as Tan Qiuyu, and Tan Qiuyu's test number was in front of her.

The first sketch Wangque played very stable. As a basic skill of painting, she is almost impeccable in all aspects of this. After leaving the examination room, Wangque no longer felt any nervousness, because she knew that as long as she played normally, she would definitely get the highest grade.

Parents waited outside the exam room and took her to eat in a nearby restaurant. After dinner, the **** squinted in the back seat of their car for a while. When the school opened, the mother woke her up.

"Come on, don't be nervous."

Wangque nodded, checked the paintings in his schoolbag, said goodbye to his parents, and walked into the examination room again.

This scene is color, which she is best at.

During the last training before the exam, the teacher specifically told her that the art joint exam is basic skills and templates. There is no need to add too much creativity to it. Be sure to grasp the grayscale of the picture and collect the too obvious personal style. Close.

Wangque firmly remembered every sentence of the teacher. She responded in exactly the way the teacher liked her. This was the safest and easiest way to get a high score.

When putting down the paintbrush, ten minutes before the rewind, Wangque glanced at Tan Qiuyu who was sitting in front of her. She was about to finish. There was a light and shadow in a place that was not right, but it should have little effect.

There was nothing to do in the rest of the time. Wangque set the paint tray aside and started to buckle the stained paint on her fingers a little bit, quietly waiting for the roll.

The rewinding whistle sounded on time, and Wangque raised his head, only to see Tan Qiuyu in front of her, and finally panicked, brushing her with a paint brush on the back of her drawing paper.

She didn’t quite understand what Tan Qiuyu was doing. The invigilator teacher checked every candidate’s answer sheet, and Tan Qiuyu took the opportunity to start drying her paintings. She didn’t make the final stroke until two minutes before the roll. dry.

If there is no special requirement, the invigilator teacher sorts the exam numbers by placing the trumpet on top. The teacher collected Wangque’s paper, walked to Tan Qiuyu, and placed the painting she handed directly to Wang Sparrow painting above.

At the moment when Tan Qiuyu's painting was picked up by the teacher, Wang Que clearly saw the back of the answer sheet, coated with a very thick and thick white paint.

There was a bang in Wangque's head, and no sound could be heard for a moment.

"Wait a minute!" She stood up suddenly, shaking the voice in the doubtful eyes of many candidates and the invigilator teacher, pointing to Tan Qiuyu's test paper, saying: "Teacher, she put white paint on the back, I want to see me Has your painting been stained?"

Tan Qiuyu's complexion turned white.

The invigilator instructed to open Tan Qiuyu's test paper, and below that, a large piece of white paint covered the original pattern on Wangque's painting.

The entire examination room exploded in an instant.

Wangque shook her body twice, and she supported the drawing board so that she would not fall back.

She couldn't remember how the invigilator teacher handled it. Before the exam was over, if the test paper was damaged or polluted, it could be replaced. .

The paper with a piece of white paint printed on it was just accepted as the answer paper for the Wangque color test.

Candidates left the examination room one after another. Wangque slumped in a chair, only feeling cold and numb.

She looked up to talk about Qiuyu, only to see the girl lowered her head to pack up her paintings, and left the examination room alone without a word.

Did not give her an explanation, a glance.

This in the end affected Wangque's performance. She sketched the last scene she did her best to paint, and still felt not good enough.

The long-awaited and long-prepared school exams came to an end. After this, the majority of art candidates completed professional tasks and needed to do their utmost to improve their cultural class scores.

And she never said anything to Tan Qiuyu.

Wangque didn’t know why Tan Qiuyu had to do this. She clearly had her own level, and there was no big problem in getting a good result in the joint examination. Why did she have to make that cheap way to hurt her?

Are they not each other's best friends?

After several sleepless nights, everything in the examination room was clearly and repeatedly in front of him that afternoon. After thinking for a long time, Wangque finally made up her mind and told parents and teachers what happened in the examination room.

She cherishes the friendship between the two of them, but since Tan Qiuyu has done such a thing, don't expect much affection for her.

Who hasn't been used to it from small to big? Wangque is not spoiled, does not mean that she has no temper.

She knows that teachers and students will have their own judgment.

These days, the finches have been muddled and can't hear a word in class. She knows that even if she paints well, she can't pull the score of color to the score of Yangmei even if she only draws and sketches.

Since she couldn't even pass the school exams, what's the use of studying **** culture?

This entire senior year is in vain.

Wangque didn’t know how to face her parents. Her family conditions were okay and she didn’t have to worry about food and clothing, but paying the high art training fees of 40,000 to 50,000 at a time was still a bit difficult. Wangque painted too much for performance. Effects, paints and brushes are also expensive.

Parents even sold the old-age house in the city to find the best teacher for Wangque.

Art is made with money.

They have sacrificed so much, just to pursue her dream, but now?

Everything is over.

Tan Qiuyu also suffered a lot.

The difference in thoughts in the examination room made her endure countless accusations. She will never forget the look of the classmates who scorned and pointed behind.

Although the teacher said not to let everyone discuss the matter, from their eyes on Qiu Yu, there was an indifferent indifference.

Wangque is the school's most promising art student with the best record ever. Who doesn't know that there is a genius girl in this school? When she entered the top ten in the top ten when she entered the senior high school entrance examination, she resolutely went to study art. Unlike the many students who can't go to college for arts alone and can only take art, she really likes it.

The low air pressure gathered in the class, and the teachers discussed it and transferred Tan Qiuyu to another class.

Intuition tells them that these two people must never stay together again.

Everyone is paying attention to Wangque, fearing that she will be emotionally broken, and she will not think about it. She will take care of her like a delicate flower, but no one notices. On the other side, Tan Qiuyu's eyes grow increasingly dark.

On the tenth day after the school exam, Wangque received a message from Tan Qiuyu.

[I have something to tell you, if you want to listen, go to the rooftop after school tomorrow afternoon. 】

Wangque held the phone and stared at the words on the screen, silently pressing the lock button.

The dark screen reflected the expressionless face of the girl, and at this time Wangque thought-no matter how much Qiuyu apologized, she would not forgive her.

Yes, with her ability, she can repeat the exam for another year, but she can still be admitted to Yangmei, but how about this year? Is it so in vain?

Why should she waste the best time of the year because of the mistakes of others?

Wangque finally decided to go to the appointment.

She wants to see what else can be said about Tan Qiuyu.

At the end of the last math class in the afternoon, Wangque arranged her homework on a small book, left her seat, and just returned from the school supermarket at the same table. She bought a row of small bottles of Yakult and opened it for her.

Wangque thanked her, put the yogurt on the table, and went to the roof of the teaching building with a complicated mood that she couldn't tell clearly.

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The author has something to say: I have never experienced an art test and I don't know much about this aspect. The content in the article is written based on the information reviewed. If there is something wrong, please correct me.