Chapter 181 Parting for Reunion

The time on campus is like a slow song.

When the lanterns first came on, the hustle and bustle fell silent.

All the teachers in the school were summoned for a meeting, so each class was almost in a state of laissez-faire, which was called self-study.

However, the class has not yet started, what are you studying?

So most of the students in the classroom were chatting and chatting, and even the class monitor Li Chengcheng couldn't control the scene.

Yang Zili ignored Sun Xiaoyu, pulled the two students in the front row, and kept chatting about the new game console in the game hall.

Wu Tao held the book on industrial design and read it intently.

Next to Zhao Li was pulled by Sun Xiaoyu, telling each other their hearts. Most of the time it was Sun Xiaoyu who spoke and Zhao Li listened.

And those things that Zhao Li encountered during the winter vacation didn't seem to share with Sun Xiaoyu.

After two classes in this way, Zhao Li just got free, took out an exquisite picture book from the drawer, and pushed it towards Wu Tao.

Wu Tao turned around, "What is this?"

"Look, I just finished drawing the first episode, so I don't know if it will work?" Zhao Li said with anticipation and nervousness.

Wu Tao couldn't help being stunned, "The first chapter has at least forty or fifty pages, and you finished drawing it so quickly?"

"Is this fast?" Zhao Li rubbed her slender hands involuntarily. In fact, she has already drawn about ten pages of the second story.

Flipping through the drawing book casually, Wu Tao immediately noticed a thick layer of calluses on Zhao Li's fingers.

I sighed in my heart: "Actually, you don't need to work so hard. It's almost enough to draw twenty or thirty pages a month."

Feeling Wu Tao's concern, Zhao Li's heart warmed, but she still said with a big grin on her mouth: "It's okay, sometimes once I start drawing, I can't stop at all. My right hand is sore, so I draw with my left hand. Now I am proficient with both hands." It's..."

Wu Tao grabbed each other's hands and took a look, didn't he? The first joint of the middle finger of the left hand and the right hand were calloused, and it was hard to touch, and I couldn't help the pain.

"It's really hard work! Don't do this in the future!"

Wu Tao's voice was unquestionable, but Zhao Li listened without being annoyed or refuting, but with a sweet smile.

Holding up the drawing book and shaking it, he stuffed it into the drawer and said, "I'll take it back to read later."

After returning to Fugui's residence, Wu Tao immediately opened Zhao Li's comic book.

Although there are some traces of Japanese manga in the character design, some elements of Chinese classics have been integrated and enhanced, and there is a sense of discrimination immediately.

In terms of storyline and practice system, it is perfect, reasonable and impeccable.

Compared with the impromptu work "Confessions of a Gentle Scum" last time, Zhao Li's expressive brushwork is obviously more commercialized, and it is easier to generate a sense of substitution and expectation.

Even Wu Tao, the story and system setter, couldn't help but read on.

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

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

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

The call was quickly connected, and it seemed that the other party was not asleep.

"Old Wang, when will our comic club open, I can't wait, there are works that need to be published!"

Wang Yongsheng's tone was also impolite. Through the communication during this period, both the old and the young have figured out each other's temperament.

"Hmph, don't rush me. I have old arms and legs. During the Chinese New Year, I have never been idle. Am I easy?"

Wu Tao immediately gave in and said, "Hey, Mr. Wang, how dare I? I guess I was wrong. I just came across a good work and I'm just a little anxious?"

"What kind of work is it that you are so desperate?" Wang Yongsheng's tone was a little slow, and he couldn't help but doubt: "Besides, can your vision do it?"

"Old Wang, if you say that, you're doubting my appreciation!" Wu Tao also changed his tone sharply, "I'll send you a copy of this work tomorrow, if you think it's not good, I promise I won't How about interfering with your comic book club?"

"Success, send it!"

Early the next morning, Wu Tao made a copy of his drawing book and sent it out.

The journey would take at least two or three days, so after sending it out, he forgot about it.

As for Zhao Li, he briefly made some comments and handed them back to her for revision.

The life of the new semester has already begun. The days of this semester are a little shorter than in previous years, and the courses are inevitably a little tight.

Not only that, but more importantly, the academic performance of this semester will be used as an important basis for the classification of arts and sciences in the second year of senior high school.

This is a brand new opportunity to reshuffle.

So everyone feels a sense of urgency, and the heavy responsibility is on their shoulders, and they are taken extra seriously.

Wu Tao still followed his own pace, taking his time.

The two major exams in the first half of the year had already established his status as the king, so the pressure from now on will naturally be a little less.

Yang Zili was also unhurried. When Sun Xiaoyu asked about his aspirations, he said without hesitation: "For someone like me, of course I choose science. If I choose liberal arts, those memories of politics, history and geography are worse than killing me." Bar!"

Sun Xiaoyu turned her head, snorted, and didn't speak.

Yang Zili looked puzzled, but Wu Tao could see it clearly.

Sun Xiaoyu's science is in a mess, and he can only choose liberal arts to have a chance. As a result, the old deskmate seemed puzzled, and his answers were random, which made people not like to listen.

Zhao Li also shook her head with a smile, her beautiful eyes blinked, she looked at Wu Tao firmly and said, "Anyway, I will apply for whatever subject you apply for. The two of us at the same table must continue to do it!"

Wu Tao frowned, expressing that he didn't care.

On the way back, An Rong also talked about this issue.

"I plan to report to the liberal arts department..."

"Why?"

Wu Tao was taken aback, and under the impression 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 slightly resentful, of course half of it was pretending.

An Rong hugged his waist and said, "I've thought about it. Only in the journalism department can I have the opportunity to be admitted to the same university as you."

In An Rong's view, Wu Tao's future colleges and universities must be one of the two in Qingbei.

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

But Wu Tao didn't think so. He was a man in two lifetimes, and he looked down on this, all for the sake of learning some knowledge.

So he said indifferently: "Don't think so much, I think Jinling University is very good, and it has the relationship with my grandfather, a professor, and it's close to home..."

"No!" An Rong replied very decisively, "It's fine that I can't help you normally, and I will never hold you back in the future. So you must not accommodate me and ruin your future."

After finishing speaking, he added, "I will work hard, believe me."

this? How to tell her? Wu Tao thought about it, but didn't answer.

In An Rong's eyes, she thought he was unhappy, so she put her pretty face on Wu Tao's back and said leisurely, "We are temporarily separating now, so that we can get together in the future."

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

The second change, continue to code. I just came back from a business trip, and the third shift may not be until after 0:00.