Chapter 722 Then resist!

Then he looked at the check mark behind the Finance Department of University A on the screen and clicked to remove it without hesitation.

In the long list of schools below, he found the Academy of Fine Arts of Haitian University, clicked the space and ticked it.

Wen Lueyan quickly filled in the following information several times faster than before, and finally clicked Submit.

By the time his mother hung up the phone and walked into the study with a satisfied look on her face, the boy had already started playing with his cell phone.

"Have you filled it out?"

Wen Lueyan raised his eyelids and glanced at his mother, then smiled nonchalantly.

"Filled it out."

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From the moment he changed his major, Wen Lueyan knew that he would inevitably face a storm.

But he didn't expect that the storm would come so early.

I haven't even waited for the admission letter to come out.

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It all started with a text message from his art teacher who had taught him and whom he still occasionally contacts.

It's very brief, but contains important information that is readily apparent.

[Your major is ranked first, and coupled with excellent academic performance, the door of Haitian Academy of Fine Arts is now open to you. Congratulations]

When this text message came, Wen Luyan was taking a shower.

The cell phone was on the dining table. When the text message ringtone rang, his mother opened the phone and took a look at the message.

At just this one glance, the woman froze.

She couldn't believe what she saw. She read the message several times and even read it out loud.

"...The door of Haitian Academy of Fine Arts is now open to you. Congratulations... Wen Lueyan!!!"

This was probably the first time that this always calm and capable woman let out such a completely distorted and even voice-breaking scream.

With a burst of anger and the distortion of having his dreams of many years destroyed, the whole house almost shook.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

The boy's drenched eyebrows and eyes looked extremely clear under the light. His amber eyes were slightly narrowed, glancing out hazily with water vapor, and then quickly became clear.

Amid the sound of footsteps rushing towards this side, the boy calmly reached out and quickly locked the bathroom door, then finished his shower in an orderly manner amid the constant sounds of doors opening and banging.

The process is not long.

But for some reason, Wen Lueyan felt that time slowed down while he was in the water.

The growth he had experienced over the years played quickly in his mind like an old silent movie.

He had been taking interest classes since he was young, with no sense of urgency in his rest time. His requests to go out and play basketball with his classmates were rejected time and time again. His rest time was gradually cut out bit by bit. He had a mother who always frowned and told him what to do next, and told him that this was wrong and that was not good. His father always nodded while his mother spoke, looking at him as if he were a prisoner.

All of this gathered into a huge black vortex in his mind, and what finally collided with it was the cool and pleasant words mixed with the surging waves, with a sense of hardness and stubbornness: "Resist!"

"Then resist!"

The boy squinted his eyes and let the water pour down from above his head.

Wet short hair, extremely handsome eyebrows, clear and warm water flowing across the cells of the body that had been bound for too long, he could almost hear the sigh from the depths of his heart.

Then go and resist.

Wen Lueyan opened his eyes, his amber pupils were cold and persistent, and for the first time, they held a hard and rebellious light.

He reached out to turn off the water and quietly put on his clothes amid the hoarse, frustrated voices outside the door.

He opened the door.