But he didn't want to accept it.
Lu Jiayang never loses to anyone in this regard, and he has always been proud. He doesn't want to accept the comfort of those successful people with the image of a loser. At this moment, he would rather be alone.
The bus back home was to leave at two o'clock in the afternoon. Before that, Lu Jiayang sat on the ground in a daze. He didn't want to check his cell phone even though it rang countless times.
This selection competition is a turning point for most art students. From the moment he decided to participate, he had always been aiming for success, but now he has become the one who failed to turn around.
At this moment, it seemed as if the sky was falling.
Lu Jiayang didn't even know how he got on the bus and how he got back to Ningyang City.
All the way, he kept thinking in his head, what should I do next?
How should he explain this to his brothers at home?
How should he respond to those people's expectations and trust in him?
Lu Jiayang walked slowly out of the Ningyang bus station. Looking at the sunlight that was still a bit dazzling even though it was dusk, he couldn't help but raise his hand to block it.
He caught a glimpse of an empty bench hidden in the shade, so he walked over slowly. After sitting down, he immediately felt his mind begin to empty again.
Looking around, there were many parents coming to pick up students. Looking at those who were successfully selected, they were either cheering or hugging each other happily, and all of them had smiles on their faces.
Lu Jiayang was mesmerized. He should have been one of these people. He could have run home cheering, picked up Xiaobao and spun him around twice, then hugged his brothers and said that he was chosen, and told his eldest brother that his efforts were not in vain.
But now he can only sit here and doesn't even dare to go home.
He couldn't help but laugh at himself, looked up at the sky, and muttered: "Lu Jiayang, you are so fucking useless..."
The cell phone rang several times in a row. Lu Jiayang finally took it out and took a look, but he didn't have the courage to answer it until it automatically hung up.
There are almost 99+ unread messages and missed calls, sent by everyone. Lu Jiayang can even guess how these people managed to keep looking for him during get out of class breaks.
But what could he say if he answered the phone?
Sorry, sorry, sorry, I was eliminated, I was not selected...
Lu Jiayang really couldn't say it, so he gritted his teeth and turned off his phone when another number called.
"Lu Jiayang, please answer the phone."
Yang Feng strode over from a distance, complaining as he walked: "It's fine if you don't answer, but you turned off your phone when you saw my number. Are you trying to rebel?"
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