The summer vacation flies by just sleeping in and playing games.

On the registration day for the new semester, Yan Fan managed to get out of bed despite being beaten hard by his mother, who pulled his ears and lifted the quilt. He stomped on to join the others at the school gate.

The class schedule for the new semester was posted on the school bulletin board. It was crowded and many students gathered around it. Yan Fan squeezed in the crowd for half a minute and finally grabbed a position with a good perspective.

After the final results came out, the grade groups were divided into classes based on the students' learning status throughout the past year. The fittest were eliminated and almost every class made major changes in personnel.

Yan Fan knew about Chen Jinan's final exam results. Although they had improved a lot compared to when school started last year, they were still at the bottom, and the possibility of staying in a key class was extremely slim.

So when Yan Fan saw Chen Jinan's name on the roster of their first class, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and the big stone that had been hanging in his heart for the whole summer was finally put down.

Except for a few eugenics who were promoted from the parallel class, no one in class one was kicked out. This made Yan Fan feel very good, and he went to the classroom humming a little tune and playing with his head.

In the classroom, the students have almost arrived and are chatting leisurely and lazily. The monitor is leading several class committee members to help the new students move tables and chairs.

Yan Fan stood at the door of the classroom and glanced at his seat subconsciously. He found that his deskmate, the seat belonging to Chen Jinan, was sitting at the moment. A thin girl with straight hair shawl. The girl lowered her head and was drawing in her notebook.

, the hanging black hair blocks the side of the face, making it difficult to see the face clearly.

Yan Fan and Guan Dong were both stunned, their eyes fixed on that spot.

After a few seconds, his head came to his senses and hissed in surprise, "No, who is that girl? Why is she sitting in Chen Jinan's seat?"

Someone next to me answered: "New...new here, right?"

Yan Fan frowned.

Before they could walk over to see what was going on, the study committee member walked around from behind them and shouted towards the corner: "Chen Jin'an, the head teacher asked you to go to the office."

Immediately afterwards, the girl with straight hair raised her head, brushed her bangs, revealing her delicate features, nodded and replied: "Oh, okay."

A group of boys stood there with their jaws dropped. The female classmate they mentioned as occupying someone else’s seat was none other than Chen Jinan himself.

After a summer vacation, her originally messy and slightly curly hair has been straightened. Because she hasn’t gone out much for a long time, her skin has become much fairer, and her facial features have gradually become more refined. At first glance, she looks like a different person. No wonder she is with her.

Yan Fan, who had been his deskmate for a year, didn't even recognize him.

When Chen Jinan passed by them sideways, a group of boys stared at her for a moment, and asked the people next to them as if they were afraid that they were mistaken: "Is that... really Chen Jinan?"

"Probably so."

"Here I go, this is Cinderella putting on the glass slipper."

The head also nodded and sighed, "Yes, it's like a different person... much more beautiful."

Yan Fan was still immersed in the huge impact brought by Chen Jinan, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously. Suddenly, when he heard these words in his head, he felt uncomfortable for some reason.

He cast a sidelong glance at his head, bluffing his palm across his head, and said lukewarmly: "Is this called beauty? Don't act like you have never seen a beautiful woman before!"

He puffed up his head and chest, and replied half-truthfully: "Tch, you are very discerning. I didn't know who it was just now. The eyes looked like they were growing on someone else's body."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I was surprised! Didn't you react immediately?" Yan Fan returned to his seat with evasive eyes.

The head came closer reluctantly, "Do you dare to say that you don't think she has become more beautiful?"

Yan Fan took out the comic book he bought and said absently: "It's okay, that's it."

"Then can I understand that you don't have that intention for her?"

"Me?" Yan Fan sneered, as if he heard some big joke, "Of course I didn't! My parents would have my legs broken if I fell in love early. I still want to live for a few more years. Is it possible that you are interested in her?

?”

"Hey!" Head smiled without saying a word, whistled and returned to his seat.

About ten minutes later, Chen Jinan and his class teacher returned to the classroom.

In the first class meeting of the new semester, as usual, the class teacher has an endless list of rules to explain.

The old man kept talking on the podium, and the students secretly bit each other's ears below.

Yan Fan hid himself under the pile of books, lowered his body and leaned to his left side, and said intentionally or unintentionally, "Hey, little curly hair, your hair has grown a lot."

"I was accompanying my mother to get her hair done that day, and she had to drag me along." Chen Jinan straightened up, brushed his bangs awkwardly, and tilted his head left and right towards Yan Fan, "How about it? Do you want to see it?

Is it weird to go up there?”

Yan Fan hummed, "It's not bad, it's a different style."

"You're okay with everything." Chen Jinan rolled his eyes at him, lowered his head and murmured to himself: "I'm not used to it anyway."

After analyzing the exam situation of the previous semester, the class teacher on the stage began to let the new students come on stage to introduce themselves. Yan Fan lazily turned his pen, suddenly thought of something, and asked: "By the way, why did the old class ask you to go to the office just now?"

"Oh, it's just about me turning into an art student."

"You became an art student?"

"Yes, I discussed it with my parents during the summer vacation. With my grades, I guess it's a little bit uncertain to get admitted to a better university. I happened to have studied a little art when I was young, and I still have the foundation, so I plan to study art.

Already."

"Can't you tell, you can still draw?" Yan Fan joked.

"There are many things you don't know. I won the first prize in the district for drawing in elementary school!"

As he spoke, Chen Jinan pulled out a new character sketch he had recently drawn and raised his chin, "This one is of the top male star Chi Chen. What do you think? Doesn't it look similar?"

Yan Fan glanced at it and couldn't help laughing, "If my sister knew that you painted her idol's eyes crooked, she would have to settle the score with you."

Chen Jinan gave him another look, "You know nothing!"

The two laughed and cursed. After a while, Yan Fan took out the umbrella that Chen Jinan had left at home on his birthday from his bag, handed it to her, raised his chin, and said, "Here, I brought the umbrella for you. Don't throw it away like this next time."

, let’s see who is kind enough to keep it for you.”

Chen Jinan stared at the umbrella and thought of something. Her eyes gradually dimmed and her smile faded. She said "thank you", took it and stuffed it into her schoolbag, then turned sideways and did her own thing, never saying a word to Yan Fan again.

talk.

In fact, the head teacher called Chen Jinan to the office for another purpose besides studying art for her.

When you enter the second year of high school, you will soon have to face the division of liberal arts and sciences. The sixth middle school emphasizes science and despises liberal arts, and the first class is a key class. Needless to say, most students will choose science. The class teacher hopes that Chen Jinan can learn art after studying art.

Liberal arts. Chen Jinan's physics is really weak. In comparison, liberal arts can earn a lot of points just by memorizing, which is much easier than studying science.

But after the teacher weighed the pros and cons and analyzed a long list, Chen Jinan still shook her head stubbornly and said she wanted to continue studying science. The teacher asked her why, but she refused to tell her.

"Jin'an, the teacher doesn't mean to drive you to another class, he just wants to give you advice. You have to think clearly. There are not many art students in our No. 6 Middle School, and there are even fewer art and science students.

You can't make fun of your own future just because you're angry."

Chen Jinan lowered his head and clasped his hands tightly in front of him, "Teacher, I'm not kidding, I really want to study science."

The class teacher had no choice but to give up, because the cultural score of the art students was low. As long as they passed the professional level, the situation would not be so serious.

After becoming an art student, Chen Jinan focused most of her studies on the art major. During the day, she studied culture with her classmates, and during evening self-study time, she had to take professional art classes outside the school.

She had put aside her talent in painting for many years and had forgotten some of the basic skills. It was not easy to start over.

In the eyes of outsiders, art students have lower scores and less effort, and they rely on money to get into college. But only those who have experienced it themselves know that studying art is not much easier than that of cultural students.

Sometimes when she was too tired, Chen Jinan would take a lazy nap in the physics class she didn't understand, or take out her sketchbook and scribble and draw at will. The physics teacher was not surprised and no longer asked her to do more.

.Although Chen Jinan’s cultural score is still at the bottom of this class, a total score of over 400 is more than enough to learn art.

Recently, physics has introduced momentum and quantum theory. This is the most difficult part for Chen Jinan. Every time she comes to physics class, she feels like she is riding in a spaceship. However, just by bending down to pick up a pen, the content of the teacher's lecture later on is revealed to her.

Never understood it again.

"Hey, what are you doing? Your mind is wandering again." Yan Fan saw that she was wandering again, holding her chin up and wondering what to draw in her notebook, and knocked her head quietly.

"Ah, nothing."

Chen Jinan subconsciously covered his notebook and avoided Yan Fan's eyes nervously. This move aroused Yan Fan's curiosity. He pulled Chen Jinan's arm to see what was going on, "What are you drawing? Why are you so embarrassed to show it to me?"

Already?"

Chen Jinan quickly closed the notebook and pretended to stuff it into the drawer, "Nothing, it's just my sketching homework tonight, I'll practice my skills."

"Since it's nothing, why are you so nervous? Let me take a look." Yan Fan grabbed a corner of the notebook to prevent her from putting it into the drawer.

"Am I nervous? It's really nothing. Stop looking."

"I'm just going to see how your drawings are lately. Are you drawing people with crooked eyes and crooked noses again?"

The two of them were pulling at each other, and by accident, the notebook fell to the ground. With quick eyes and quick hands, Yan Fan quickly bent down to grab it, and turned to the original page with his back to Chen Jinan.

With just one glance, Yan Fan recognized that the boy with a straight nose and smiling eyebrows in the sketch was himself.

He turned his head and looked at Chen Jinan in surprise.

Chen Jinan's face was already red, and her eyes were filled with the embarrassment of having her thoughts exposed. She bit her lip, and took her notebook back from Yan Fan's hand. She tried very hard to pretend that she was upright and not afraid of the shadow, and said: "

Don't think too much, I already told you that I'm just painting casually. You are so close to me, so you can be the model."

"Oh?" Yan Fan's tone was unclear, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes. He raised his eyebrows, leaned close to Chen Jinan's ear, and said half seriously and half jokingly: "Really? I thought you liked me!"

"..." Chen Jinan's heart skipped a beat, his expression was stiff, and he didn't know how to react.

However, after only a second, she laughed nonchalantly, "Stop it, how could I like you! I just treat you as a friend, you know that kind of male best friend! Anyway, don't be narcissistic,

There is no way I will like you in this life."

She didn't know why she suddenly said these words. Maybe it was out of self-protection when her worries were exposed, or maybe it was the little girl's strong self-esteem. Because Yan Fan said before that he couldn't like her, so she

He also said things that were against his will.
Chapter completed!