He saw so many people gathered in the corridor on the third floor, and he was timid.
"What's wrong?" Su Hanyan asked with a smile.
"Cong Cong is afraid ... I'm afraid of not painting well, teacher ... the teacher will not like it."
"Don't be afraid, Congcong, the teacher will like it, believe yourself."
As soon as Su Hanyan finished speaking, he saw a little girl wearing glasses and holding the number card in her hand.
"Yes, we are here to participate." Su Hanyan raised the paintings.
The girl handed a number card to her, "Did the ID card bring it?"
"Thank you, we brought your ID card." Su Hanyan politely took the number card and handed it to Cong Cong, "Okay! Never lose it."
"Hmm!" Lin Congcong blushed so nervous.
The girl walked away and continued to send the number plate to the other contestants.
Su Hanyan looked around. The crowds of crowds in the corridor, every place standing seemed crowded.
"No. 158!"
Someone shouted loudly, and the person who was shouted walked into the door of the wood.
Su Hanyan bowed his head to look at the number plate in Lin Congcong's hand, No. 218.
Seeing it clearly, she still asked casually, "Congcong, what is the number card in your hand?"
Lin Congcong looked at his number card carefully. After thinking about it for a while, it was difficult to read it. "2,1,8 ... sister, 2 ... 2 ... 1 ... 8!"
"I will ask my uncle and aunts in a while, will you definitely ask, how old are you?"
Lin Congcong frowned, "I ... I am five years old!"
This answer hurts Su Hanyan's heart, Lin Congcong's memory stayed at the age of five.
So no matter how he taught him, he forgot in a blink of an eye. He was fifteen years old.
"Good! Congcong, fifteen years old! It's not five years old, Congcong is fifteen years old!" Su Hanyan lifted his hand and put his left hand over, "Ten plus five five
Fifteen years old. "
She was annoying, repeated repeatedly, and repeatedly deepened Lin Cong's memory.
"Fifteenth, fifteen! I remember, fifteen!" Lin Congcong looked at his hand and sister's hand and smiled stupidly.
"Really good!" Suddenly, Su Hanyan's heart was filled with a sour taste.
Time passed slowly, and the participants who were called in, after passing the preliminary qualification, laughed.
Without the choice of holding his own paintings, he left with a desperate manner.
"No. 218!"
I didn't know how long, finally, Su Hanyan heard someone calling their numbers.
"Hey! Come here!"
Because there are constant people coming, the corridor is still crowded with people.
Su Hanyan dragged Lin Congcong's hand and squeezed into the door, and the guy with a job card hanging in front of the chest looked at them and asked, "Who do you two?"
"My brother, Lin Congcong, he is fifteen years old this year." Su Hanyan quickly answered.
"Okay! You are waiting for him here."
"I ... I want my sister, I want my sister ..." Lin Congcong looked at Su Hanyan, moved his footsteps, and hid behind her.
"No, only the contestants go in. If he doesn't go in, it is to choose to give up, the next 2 ..."
"Well, my brother does not give up, I want to participate. I will talk to him again ..." Su Hanyan was anxious, so at this time, wasn't that all over?
"What can you draw like this ... what can you draw?"