Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 81 Father
“I don’t want to just do my best.”

Bai Yang shook his head: "Whether it's for your and mom's expectations of me or for my own future, I have reasons to go to the best university."

Bai Dejun was a little surprised that Bai Yang suddenly talked so openly. He chose his words carefully: "It's a good thing that you have such ambition."

"But I also know that ambition alone is not enough." Bai Yang changed the subject and said, "Human ability has its limits. I have clearly realized this during my one year of high school life."

"The harder I study, the more I realize the gap between me and the top universities. This gap cannot be bridged by hard work alone."

“Unless we find another way.”

Bai Dejun looked confused: "Take a different approach? What do you mean?"

"Dad, I don't want to take the cultural exam anymore."

Bai Dejun: “???”

Bai Yang didn't wait for Bai Dejun to speak, and struck while the iron was hot: "I plan to transfer to become a student with a specialty in art."

"No." Bai Dejun objected instinctively, "How can someone suddenly transfer to a specialty student in the second year of high school? Those specialty students have been studying since they were young."

"Moreover, admission to university for students with special talents is completely different from admission to university through the general college entrance examination."

Bai Dejun is also a teacher, so he naturally knows the ins and outs of this: "You can only be admitted to art-related majors in college through the art exam, and you have no choice at all."

Bai Yang waited quietly for Bai Dejun to finish speaking before speaking: "What does it matter if you study art-related majors in college?"

"How do you find a job in the art industry?" Bai Dejun said quickly, "You can't become a painter in the future, right? How many art students do you think can do it?"

Bai Yang counted on his fingers: "You can do design work, you can be an original artist, you can apply for jobs related to art exhibitions. These are all career options in the art industry. Of course, the employment rate is not as high as those of popular majors in normal universities."

He paused, and said seriously: "But, does it matter?"

Bai Dejun was stunned for a moment: "Is it not important?"

"The purpose of going to a good university is to find a good job, and a good job can make more money." Bai Yang said slowly: "But if I can earn more money than a normal job, is this process important to me?"

Bai Dejun was a little slow to react, so Bai Yang continued, "Dad, you also know that I am serializing online novels. With the current performance of this book, even if it is a conservative estimate, my monthly income will not be less than 50,000."

"This is only the income during the serialization period. After the book is finished, there will be a steady stream of royalties and continuous income from various copyrights. It can be said that the income I earned from this book alone is more than that of an average college graduate working for ten years."

"Besides, I'm only seventeen years old. My life has just begun."

Bai Dejun opened his mouth.

“Are there so many?”

He did think that Bai Yang's novel was well written and that he could make some money, but he had no idea about this.

Apart from the reward, isn’t a few thousand yuan a month the maximum?
But how much is the monthly income? And the copyright income?

Is writing online novels so profitable? Wouldn't the serialization fee alone be more than ten times my current income?

"I told you, it's just a conservative estimate." Bai Yang said, "If I update more than 4,000 words a day and double it, my income will naturally double. No, because I update more and my fame rises faster, maybe my income will more than double."

He repeated the question again: "So, does it matter to me what major I choose in college?"

"This..." Bai Dejun rubbed his face and once again felt strongly that his son was a little strange.

There is a sense of gap as if the child whom you have watched grow up suddenly becomes very far away from you, or even stands at a higher place than you.

They should have been surprised and proud, but everything changed so quickly that the White Army was not prepared.

He couldn't even sort out his complicated feelings, let alone what expression he should use to answer Bai Yang's question. He just said angrily: "According to what you said, it doesn't really matter whether I go to college or not."

"Dad, you just told me that college is an important part of life." Bai Yang slowed down his tone, "What I want to say is that I don't need to be obsessed with whether the major in college will affect my life."

"Besides, I like painting. If it doesn't affect my future, wouldn't it be better for me to choose a major related to my hobby?"

Bai Dejun was silent for a while, then said, "Bai Yang, you have always had your own opinions."

"At first you didn't want to go to the junior high school in town and wanted to come to the county. Although I thought it would be more convenient in all aspects with me in the junior high school in town, I still supported your decision."

"Same now."

He paused and said, "If you want to switch to an art student, then do it. This is your own life. I may not be able to help you much, but at least I won't hold you back."

Bai Dejun rarely spoke so frankly and directly. After he finished speaking, even he felt a little uncomfortable. He turned around and ended the previous topic: "But are you sure you can get into a better school by taking this path?"

"It's not better, it's the best. I will go to the Central Academy of Fine Arts." Bai Yang said firmly: "When the time comes, you and mom will see my name on the banner hanging on the campus of Xiangdong No. 1 Middle School."

"It would be nice if I could really see that scene." Bai Dejun sighed and stood up: "Okay, you go to class, I'm going back."

He needs to be alone for a while to process his emotions.

"Okay." Bai Yang thought for a moment and said, "By the way, don't tell mom that I want to switch to an art student."

Bai Dejun: "Are you afraid that she will worry?"

"Yeah." Bai Yang nodded: "She may not be able to accept it."

"Your mother is much more open-minded than you think, and she supports you more than you think." Bai Dejun sighed: "But, it's up to you."

"It's okay to take your time."

He turned around and said, "I gave your grandma the living expenses. Don't forget to pick it up at the weekend."

"No, I have money now."

Bai Yang wanted to say this, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

He looked at Bai Dejun's back and suddenly realized that this might be his father's last persistence.

Even though this living expense is insignificant to me now, even though inside this seventeen-year-old body of mine is an adult from the future who has already entered the society.

But for a father, providing living expenses to his son who is still in high school is a responsibility and a connection.

It's already very weak and powerless, but I don't want to cut it off.

"it is good."

Bai Yang said, "I'll go over on the weekend."

Bai Dejun did not respond, waved his hand, and slowly walked away.

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