Zhou Yao felt completely drained.
Had his painting... really become this terrible?
The teachers' voices drifted from inside the room.
After a moment's stunned pause, he instinctively held his breath.
"Xiao Lin, is that student's painting really that bad?"
"This is the first time I've seen you suggest a student transfer to a regular class."
"...His painting isn't good, but it isn't bad, either."
"Then why—"
"...He only started learning to paint in middle school..."
"He got into our school after just three years?"
"Then he's pretty talented."
"Mm."
"The painting he submitted for the entrance exam had plenty of problems, but it still caught my eye."
"Because I could see his spark in it."
"His potential."
"I thought I'd found a promising student..."
"But..."
A sigh rang out.
"I was wrong."
"That painting from his entrance exam was the best one I've seen from him."
"I thought it was his starting point."
"I never expected... it was his peak."
"He's suffering, too."
"I've talked with him many times, but it hasn't helped much."
"I don't think he can go on like this."
"Painting isn't the only path in life."
"If painting makes him suffer this much, then he should stop."
"His grades in other subjects are pretty good, too. I thought transferring him to a regular class would be better for him..."
"That's why I made the suggestion."
"Of course, in the end, it's up to him."
"You've really tried your best for him."
"But it's a shame about him, too."
"In the end, he just doesn't have enough talent..."
Zhou Yao didn't listen any further.
Leaning against the wall, he stumbled away.
Not enough talent...
Ha.
Not enough talent...
The teacher's words shattered his confidence completely.
Even though he'd faced plenty of setbacks since