Art students seem to specifically refer to students with poor grades who are dawdling. At first, Tang Yu thought so too and attributed himself to this type of person. It was a miracle that he was admitted to the No. 1 Middle School with his small talent. College and other things were too far away, let alone meeting Wen Nian, the only person with color in his vague memory. Tang Yu thought, I just need to stand in the distance with my unique memories, but he never thought that the person in the distance had turned around and handed his hand to him.