Tinglan did apply for liberal arts, so she even had a quarrel with her parents. This was the first time that she, who had always been obedient, insisted on her choice.
My mother didn’t have many opinions. She just suggested that she study science so that she would have more major choices when going to university and have wider career options.
On the contrary, her father was very insistent and wanted her to study science. He even found out her test scores from the first and second semesters of her freshman year of high school to help her analyze her direction.
"Look, every time you take an exam, your average score in science is a little higher than your average score in liberal arts, so studying science is your advantage."
My mother also said beside me: "Your dad is right. Take physics as an example. After you got started in high school, you are now learning very well."
Ting Lan: "You only see my grades in science, but you don't see how much hard work I put in behind the scenes. I don't like physics, I even hate physics."
She knew that she was not enlightened at all. This semester, she worked hard to study the questions, memorized all the problem-solving ideas of the same type of questions, and then practiced these question types during the exam to barely get a high score.
She doesn't like physics at all.
"Lan Lan, no one's high scores are obtained casually, they all have to go through unremitting efforts. There are even many people who cannot get high scores even if they work hard, which means you have talent in this area."
Tinglan: "No matter what you say, I will not go to the science class."
She didn't want to talk anymore and locked herself in the room.
The second year of high school will be divided into liberal arts and science classes, and the school will combine classes 2 and 3 into liberal arts and science classes.
As far as she knew, Wen Jian and Zhuo Yu'an both applied for science classes. If she also applied for science, she would be in the same class as them. She didn't want to be compared with Wen Jian anymore, no matter what aspect.
In addition, she also prefers liberal arts, so this time, her attitude was very firm.
In the end, her parents had no choice but to rely on her.
After entering her second year of high school, Tinglan seemed to have truly begun to adapt to high school life. She was no longer so chaotic, no longer so painful and depressed. In the liberal arts class, she felt like a fish in water and adapted very well.
And after she truly let go of many things, she radiated happiness and confidence from the inside out.
The campus radio will come as scheduled every evening after school. Most of the time, she will not listen carefully. The music on the radio is more like a background music of the campus. Like the sunset in the sky, it exists every day.
If it's nothing special, she won't pay special attention to it.
Only one Friday, because she couldn't figure out a math question, she left the classroom a little later than usual after asking the teacher, so she heard a familiar voice on the radio.
"This song "Transfer of Love" is for you."
That is a song that is popular all over the country and is familiar to everyone.
...
Love never stops and wants to go to the end of the world
How brave is needed
transfer the warmth of one person to the chest of another
...
Eason Chan's deep and contagious voice penetrated the entire campus. Tinglan stopped and listened unconsciously, only to realize that tears had burst into her face at some point.
It’s not that she hasn’t heard this song before, she can even play it and sing it, but today it’s particularly sad and different.