While Gu Yu was chatting with his classmates, Yu Zhouzhou was undergoing teacher Zhou's earnest persuasion in the office. In the meantime, Ling Xiangqian also went to the class teacher to ask for a list of liberal arts and science subjects. Teacher Zhou didn't say much, as his energy was mainly It was Yu Zhouzhou. Ling Xiangqian glanced at Yu Zhouzhou with complicated eyes and walked out of the office. As long as Yu Zhouzhou was around, she would inexplicably become the second female lead, while Yu Zhouzhou would do his part. The heroine, the grades of her teachers, classmates, and friends, everything was overridden by Yu Zhouzhou, and she almost became a demon. Not only was it the class teacher, but after Yu Zhouzhou came home, he told his uncle and aunt about the division of subjects, and they were more inclined to When she was asked to choose science, her aunt used Yu Zhouzhou's cousin Yu Fei as an example. He chose science. He majored in computer science at university and could earn a salary of 5,000 after graduation. For an ordinary family, this is unimaginable. Such a high income was unimaginable. At night, Yu Zhouzhou was too upset to sleep because of the division of subjects. She sat on the bed leaning against the wall and took out her Nokia slide phone and sent a text message to Chen Yu, the senior she trusted and admired most. Under pressure from her parents and considering her own future, Zhou Zhou's father chose to marry a well-matched woman and abandoned her mother who was pregnant with Yu Zhouzhou. Later, Yu Zhouzhou's mother died young in a car accident, leaving behind her daughter. He was left to the care of his younger brother and his family, but his uncle and aunt were really good to Yu Zhouzhou, caring enough and not lacking in material things. His biological son Yu Fei still slept on the sofa in the living room. Mobile phones were not common in 2004, not to mention that among students, one Nokia's slider phone can cost three to four thousand, which is two months' salary for an ordinary worker. After sending the text message, there was no reply for a long time. Yu Zhouzhou stared at the small phone screen in a daze. At this time, she desperately wanted to find someone trustworthy. Chat with someone, listen to him analyze the division of subjects for you, listen to him support your choice, Qingdao Garden Community, Gu Yu is leaning on the chaise longue, "The Story of the Cooking Class" is playing on the TV, and the sofa next to him is still There was a small tea table with a lot of snacks and fruits on it. He also watched TV series that he had not watched for a long time with great gusto. In the past two days, he also played PSP, connected to the TV, played Subtitles and Nintendo game consoles, and also played Playing computer stand-alone games such as "Invincible Heroes", "StarCraft" and "Three Kingdoms 9" can be regarded as re-experience the fun of childhood. After playing for a few days, after getting over the emotional addiction, it became boring. Gu Yu cut a piece and cut it. The good watermelon was put into the mouth leisurely. At this time, the phone vibrated and a text message came, Yu Zhouzhou: Are you asleep?
Regarding the division of arts and sciences, I am still a little undecided. Gu Yu: Is it because of the persuasion of teachers and parents?
Yu Zhouzhou: Yes, they all want me to stay in the science class. They think science will have a better future. Gu Yu: But you are the one who has to make the choice. If you don’t study the major you like in college and don’t pursue your career after graduation, No matter how much you earn in the job you are interested in, you will regret it. Gu Yu: Who said that there is no future if you study literature? University professor, lawyer, executive, finance, civil servant, writer, Gu Yu: If people always keep their heads down, according to If you follow the footsteps of your elders, you will never find your own new path.
He typed so fast~ Yu Zhouzhou looked blankly at the series of text messages sent by Gu Yu on his phone. He couldn't help but think in his heart. After carefully reading the text messages, Yu Zhouzhou was stabbed in the heart by the last one sent by Gu Yu. He was sixteen or seventeen years old. Youth is the running of the hot sun, standing in the pouring rain, and the fearlessness of shining dreams. Yu Zhouzhou: Thank you, I think I have thought it through clearly, and I have the final say in my future!
After sending this text message, Yu Zhouzhou had a relaxed expression and a faint smile on his lips. Gu Yu: I will add chicken drumsticks and a bottle of Pepsi for lunch tomorrow.
Yu Zhouzhou: OK! Yu Zhouzhou put his phone on the bedside, stopped thinking about it, and fell asleep. For a moment, he forgot that he was still waiting for the senior's reply. When Gu Yu saw Yu Zhouzhou's affirmative reply, he smiled and threw the phone aside. , the next day, after eating breakfast of pancakes and milk, Gu Yu spoke to the nanny Aunt Zheng and left home.
"Why do you think Ling Xiangqian is studying literature?" As soon as Gu Yu stepped into the classroom from the back door, he heard a few classmates gossiping on weekends. There really are no secrets in the school.
"I had expected Ling Xiangqian to study literature. Look at how tired she is every day. There are too many top students in the science class. Maybe she can squeeze out a few weak persimmons and get a place in the liberal arts class." Weekend's analysis was well-founded. , as he spoke, he glanced at Ling Xiangqian, who was two rows behind him, with some disdain in his eyes. He didn't care that Ling Xiangqian would hear their chat, because Ling Xiangqian has a proud personality, is not very good at dealing with others, and sometimes speaks harshly. , plus her mother is more utilitarian and uses the social methods in the school to teach and educate people. She will use various methods such as giving gifts, treating guests, and trusting relationships to let the school teachers take more care of her children, such as letting Ling Xiangqian be the class cadre, etc. , Ling Xiangqian’s mother was doing it for her daughter’s good, but she didn’t put herself in her daughter’s situation at school. When her classmates found out about these things, they spread the word. Gradually, her classmates disliked Ling Xiangqian less and less and didn’t want to get along with her. Ling Xiangqian covered her ears and pretended to be concentrating on endorsing the book. In fact, her classmates' words had hurt her heart.
"Then Yu Zhouzhou also wants to pinch the weak persimmon?" A female classmate interjected,
"I said yesterday that she is different. She thinks the science class is no longer interesting and the hard persimmons have become soft for her. I think she wants to change the liberal arts class to a new batch of persimmons," said Zhou Zhou with a determined expression. ,
"Never mind her, I only care when they treat us." A male classmate said nonchalantly, flipping a coin upwards and looking expectantly at the weekend. This is a popular game among students recently, truth or dare.
"Word!" I chose one side without much thought over the weekend.
"Sorry, take your pick." The boy who tossed the coin opened his palm, smiled proudly, and raised his eyebrows at the weekend.
"Big adventure!" Zhou Zhou said through gritted teeth. Several classmates discussed the punishment with evil smiles and whispered into Zhou Zhou's ear. Looking at his frightened look, they knew it was not a good thing.
"Morning, do you want to draw?" Weekend took the pen and carefully walked to Yu Zhouzhou. He took a deep breath. As soon as he made up his mind to start writing, he was startled by the voice behind him.
"Yu...Brother Yu, morning...morning, that...that..." Weekend turned around and saw Gu Yu's half-smiling face. His language system collapsed. He looked in the direction of his friend for help, which made him furious. What came next was several other members of the Bagua Tian group who were pretending to be studying seriously. They also pretended to discuss math problems and write drafts.
"Wen Zhou, I suddenly found that your handsome face still lacks some masculinity." Gu Yu said with a smile, taking the signature pen from Wen Zhou's hand, and in Wen Zhou's horrified eyes, the pen tip gradually came closer to his chubby face,
