I Was a Loser in the Art Class, so I Had to Be a Passerby in the Cultural Class.

[Sorry, no system, no rebirth, no succubus physique] [Daily campus writing] [Youth growth] [Real interpersonal relationships] In the spring when his father was buried, sixteen-year-old Huang Yuhan could not cry. He developed an emotional estrangement and thought that his withdrawn personality was his own problem, so he chose to escape. Escape from the sketch that I can't draw well, escape from the smelly dormitory of Class 8, escape from the art class to the culture class, trying to become a loser. However, during the gap period when he retired from his major, he met Wu Tong in a transitional lounge. A girl who would start with "What does it feel like when your dad is dead?" And write down his answers verbatim in a memo. She seemed a little disrespectful of Huang Yuhan's father's death. But this was unexpectedly what Huang Yuhan needed.