"Wang Peng, why are you so good at studying?"
"I work very hard every day. I haven't slept before 11 p.m. I work extremely hard."
"But why can't my grades improve?"
At this point, Li Mingzhu sniffled, her emotions beginning to stir.
Wang Peng scratched his head. "In this world, you need talent and hard work to do anything. One percent talent is more important than ninety-nine percent hard work."
“My academic talent might be better than yours, but I don’t have artistic talent, which you do,” Wang Peng added.
"How did you know I could draw?" Li Mingzhu hurriedly took off her backpack and took out a stack of A4 paper.
“Look at my painting,” she said.
There were more than twenty sheets of drawing paper in this stack, and Wang Peng looked at them one by one.
The first painting depicts the gate of the provincial capital's experimental high school.
The second picture is of a giant panda.
The third picture shows a beautiful woman wearing stylish jeans and with long, flowing hair.
After looking at them one by one, Wang Peng smiled and said, "They're really well drawn. You could develop in this direction; you could even apply to be an art student."
“I want to, but my parents are firmly against it. They want me to go to Tsinghua University,” Li Mingzhu said with a bitter face.
That's asking too much; Li Mingzhu isn't cut out for a prestigious university.
In her past life, it was because of pressure from her parents that she ran away to the special economic zone in the south and completely broke with her family.
Wang Peng looked worried, then smiled and said, "Going to university is also for making a living. You just need to prove..."
"Holy crap!" Wang Peng suddenly had an idea.
He took out his wallet, pulled out two hundred-yuan bills, and stuffed them directly into Li Mingzhu's hand.
"I love your paintings, I'll buy them all."
"Huh?" Li Mingzhu was completely stunned.
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