Helen looked back at him in surprise, a hint of joy gradually appearing in her eyes. She blushed and


    quickly held his hand, leaning against his arm. Then, she said with a smile that she wanted to eat


    barbecue.


    She arrogantly nced at me from the corners of her eyes where Matthew couldn''t see. She was


    obviously unting me.


    This woman, she really cracked me up.


    Matthew rubbed the back of her head and rested his hand on her shoulder. Then, he nudged her into


    the back seat of the car.


    Suddenly, I felt like I might have unintentionally be a third wheel.


    If it weren''t for me, Helen would be sitting in the front passenger seat.


    She sat with me together in the back and seemed a little lost in thought. She would asionally steal


    nces at Matthew through the rearview mirror Whenever their eyes met and she saw his smiling face,


    she would quickly avert her gaze and pretend to look outside. She was both cute and awkward.


    It seemed that her heart was fluttering.


    I watched them for a while and then leisurely smirked at her until her face turned red. She turned away


    from me.


    "The clouds seemed to have cleared. Congrattions, Ms. Johnston." I teased her in a low voice in her


    ear and sessfully made her turn beet red. Matthew clearly heard the whispered words as his lips


    curled into a faint smile.


    Everyone enjoyed the barbecue, especially Helen. Matthew personally took care of her throughout the


    meal, serving her food and passing her drinks. He made her so happy that she couldn''t close her


    mouth.


    As we left, I secretly swore that I would never eat with them again. I hardly ate any meat, but I felt


    stuffed with their lovey-dovey interactions.


    The second year of graduate school was quite busy. We had various


    activities. In order to promote me,


    the professor started taking meet


    around, saying that with my talent and ability, I would surely be a famous artist in the future. S


    Now, he wanted to introduce me to more people and let me build connections in the world of art.


    I was just an ordinary young woman among countless students. What had I done to deserve such a


    mentor!


    One afternoon, as I was putting the finishing touches on my Rise to Glory painting in Crystal House, the


    professor showed up unexpectedly. There were four people there at the time, including me and three


    other juniors. When they saw Professor King personally visiting the studio, they excitedly stood up to


    greet him. I could tell that they were nervous too.


    The professor kindly epted their greetings and went over to give each of them some feedback,


    which moved the juniors to tears.


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    I was the only one remaining seated as I finished the final stroke. Then, I stood up and greeted the


    professor.


    It was not that I didn''t understand


    the importance of respecting our


    teachers, but the professor once


    said that painting required a calmet


    mind-free from anxiety and impatience. One should remain steadfast like a mountain despite


    the storm and not be influenced by


    any external conditions. Content


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    I had been deeply influenced by the professor''s teachings for many years. If I didn''t even have this


    level of control, then I might really be living in vain


    The professor''s instructions were like imperial edicts to me. There was no way that I could refuse.


    I was worried that I couldn''t make it


    in time as it was a bit far to go home and change. I remembered that still had some clothes in the dorm


    that I hadn''t taken with me. So, I decided to go there to find a suitable dress.


    Helen wasn''t in the dorm, and I was happy for the peace and quiet. I could avoid the need to exin to


    her. I didn''t have to listen to her bber about her love life either.