Jiang Yu heard Qiu Li’s foolish question and laughed out loud, rubbing his head hard: “Your brain is broken today, and you’re asking such a childish question.”

"Who should I choose?" Qiu Li asked relentlessly: "I must choose one."

Jiang Yu had never thought about this problem at all. Whether it was Esmera or Qiu Li, it was very important to her at this stage.

Her hesitation made the light in Qiu Li's eyes dim: "Forget it, pretend I didn't ask."

Seeing that he was a little unhappy, Jiang Yu poked his hard chest with his elbow: "There will be no situation where you choose one of two. I want both you and Esmera, don't be childish."

"I'm just childish." Qiu Li held her wrist and shook it away: "I know your choice."

Jiang Yu saw that he was really angry, and even if he said he would choose him at this time, he would probably not believe it.

She really didn't think about which one is more important, and she was unwilling to think about it.

Sometimes in life, I just can’t make choices.

Just as my mother said, if one day you have to make a choice between your dreams that have been chasing half of your life and the person you really want, what will you choose?

Jiang Yu didn't know how to choose. Maybe she would know how to choose only when she was really standing on the edge of a cliff.

"Is your boyfriend angry?" She looked at his gloomy face: "No, just for this?"

"No."

"You're just angry."

"Have you said it?" Qiu Li's expression was a little irritable and impatient.

Jiang Yu reached out and pinched the flesh on both sides of his cheeks: "Then smile and show me."

Qiu Li followed her gesture and smiled.

"Forget it." Jiang Yu let go of him: "It's so ugly that I laugh more than crying."

......

In the last three days, except for eating and sleeping, Jiang Yu spent all her time practicing dancing.

The details and emotional rendering of the variation solo dance in the second act of "Giselle" are extremely demanding. Jiang Yu can only do her best to dance in such a short time.

She used to think she was a talented person and was proud of it.

However, when she entered the Esmeral Art Center, when she saw... whether it was the ABC class or the DF class, there were so many amazing dancers, she realized that she was overestimating herself.

At this time, it is not yet the stage of striving for talent, and everyone is working very hard.

This is why she felt so uncomfortable when she learned that Wen Lun had released her pigeon.

She really felt the pressure of competition overwhelmingly.

In the morning, she would go to the restaurant to help Qiu Li do things. In the past three days, Qiu Li took on all her public services, allowing her to practice dancing with great concentration without worrying about anything.

Jiang Yu only has three days and must fight with her back.

......

The report performance started at nine o'clock in the morning, Qiu Li got up at 7:30, changed into his most decent white shirt, and prepared to go to Esmeral's auditorium to watch his girlfriend's performance.

While changing shoes at the entrance, he received a call from Principal Dong—

"Xiao Li, I want to discuss something with you."

"Teacher Dong, you said."

President Dong looked at Huo Cheng sitting at the desk and said hesitantly: "This year's scholarship may not be given."

Qiu Li silent for a few seconds and asked, "Can I know the reason?"

"You also know that we are private schools, everything depends on the benefits." President Dong said earnestly: "This year, the school has spent a lot of money on building a science and technology museum. The financial deficit has been a lot. The scholarship can only be slow. I hope you understand."

Qiu Li said in a deep voice: "We have an agreement. I will transfer from Twelve Middle School to Yuxi Middle School. Every semester, Yuxi Middle School will give you 30,000 scholarships."

"There is no right to have an agreement, but you see, did I not give you scholarships on time in the first two semesters? This is not the school's fiscal deficit, can't I get the money out?"

"If it is a science and technology museum, I remember getting investment from Xie Yuan's technology group..."

President Dong was a little impatient: "Do you think I was deliberately lying to you and deliberately not giving you scholarships? If you say that the deficit is the deficit! You really can't get it out!"

"So Teacher Dong, is it necessary to unilaterally tear down the agreement?"

President Dong's face was also ugly. He looked at Huo Cheng opposite him and could only say: "I didn't ask you to refund the scholarship last year, but I really can't give it this year. If you are willing to stay and take the college entrance examination, we welcome it. If you don't want to, you can also go back to your No. 12 Middle School."

After saying that, the principal hung up the phone and looked at Huo Cheng with a gloomy face: "Satisfied, Mr. Huo?"

Huo Cheng raised his lips and held his desk counter with his hands: "Thank you, Dong Jiao."

Principal Dong was stuffy in his chest and felt extremely uncomfortable.

It is really not necessary for the principal to be threatened by a student, but there is no way. The Huo family has too much power in Beicheng. He is a mere private high school principal who really can't afford a consortium like the Huo family.

"President Dong, don't get any benefits, you also need reputation."

Huo Cheng slowly stood up and said, "The last semester of his senior year is still there. Even if you cut off his scholarship, he will not leave. The last few months are so critical. What school is there in Beicheng that can compare with the teaching and learning atmosphere of Yuxi Middle School. He is not stupid. Could it be that he will return to the school where gangsters and gangsters in No. 12 Middle School? Don't worry, your provincial top scorer can't escape."

President Dong gritted his teeth and stared at Huo Cheng: "You don't know him at all, he has no source of living. The scholarship for half a year is only 30,000 yuan, and the consumption level in the north city is only enough for food and clothing. If you don't have money in the past six months, how can you let him live on!"

"He has his hands and feet. I don't know if he can earn money when working part-time, and he still has to rely on school to support him..." Huo Cheng smiled contemptuously and said, "You are helping him learn to survive independently in advance."

"Do you think the provincial top scorer is so easy to take, just being smart is enough? How can he have time to work part-time!"

"Oh, there's nothing I can do, I can only starve to death."

Huo Cheng threw this sentence lightly and turned around and left the principal's office.

......

After Qiu Li hung up the phone, he sat in the entrance hall, pondered for a long time, then took out his cell phone and looked at the balance of his deposit last year.

Only 1342.2 yuan left.

Originally, a scholarship of 30,000 should have been received at the beginning of this semester. When he gets the provincial top scorer, the school will also bear his annual college tuition.

Now that Yuxi Middle School has unilaterally tore up the agreement, he should be able to sue the school for breach of contract.

But he doesn’t have this time, he is going to take the college entrance examination!

Principal Dong should have made sure that he had no way to advance and retreat. Even if he didn't give a scholarship, he would continue to stay at Yuxi Middle School, so he broke the agreement so unscrupulously.

Qiu Li was not a person who could control his character. He immediately called the academic director of No. 12 Middle School to explain the situation.

The Academic Affairs Director was very happy and wanted Qiu Li to turn back in his words.

The teaching staff and students at No. 12 Middle School are very poor, and the learning atmosphere is not good. There are really limited students who can get into key universities.

If Qiu Li could come back, it would be a timely help.

The Academic Affairs Director immediately promised: "As long as you come back, we can give 15,000 scholarships. It is not as high as Yuxi Middle School. You must understand that we do not have the financial resources of Yuxi Middle School. But don't worry, you will give it if you say it, and you will never break the contract! If you agree, you can come to the school to handle the procedures now."

Agree?

Qiu Li fell into a tangle.

With less than five months left before the college entrance examination, he went back and forth to transfer schools, how could he get the provincial top scorer, how could he get the most proud score, and go to see his mother.

If he doesn't go, how will he live on these five months?

Only by working can you delay your studies.

Qiu Li clenched his fists, pounded hard on the wall, and roared.

The pain like a exploding hand bone spread to his nerve endings.

During the period when he was ignorant of the world, he could not care about life or death, and he would not care about these things at all.

But now, Jiang Yu has rekindled his confidence and courage to live, and the foggy road he leads to the future has gradually penetrated into the sun.

Only then did he truly feel how sad he was when he was young.

**

Jiang Yu walked into the women's locker room. The locker room was very quiet. The girls were nervously preparing for their performances, and they were completely no longer in their usual state of laughter and slap.

She was about to turn off her cell phone when suddenly the phone rang. Jiang Yu saw that it was her deskmate Chen Wei who called, so she answered it-

"Chen Xiaowei, you haven't called me for a long time."

Chen Wei's voice was very low: "Xiaoyu, I'll tell you something. Didn't I go to the school's financial report scholarship in the morning? When I passed by the Dongjiao office, I seemed to hear that... Qiu Li was going to transfer to school."

......

Qiu Li thought for a long time, and finally stood up with a stagnant body, changed into shoes, and prepared to go to Yuxi Middle School to finish the withdrawal procedures.

I just can't swallow this breath.

Dong Jiao made sure that he weighed the pros and cons and would not drop out easily, so he would plot against him like this.

No. 12 Middle School is No. 12 Middle School. As long as he works hard, he can get the score he wants in any environment.

But no matter how frustrated he stayed at Yuxi Middle School, he would be embarrassed.

However, the moment the elevator door opened, a white figure rushed out.

Jiang Yu stood in front of him, her cheeks were a little flushed, her close-fitting sweatshirt outlined her slim figure, and the slender bangs on her forehead were shattered by the wind.
To be continued...