The entire creation process would be recorded, and there would be an additional score for creativity.


    The judging panel would score the artwork based on the actual situation in the rooms, which would be


    included in the total score.


    In summary, thispetition was not just about painting skills but also about personal psychological


    maturity and creativity. Those who were fixed in their ways of painting would be eliminated by the


    times. This was considered a pioneering initiative for suchpetitions. It would provide greater room


    for expression and pose a greater challenge to artists, making it fairer and more transparent. This


    would serve as a new test as well.


    Therefore, it aroused great enthusiasm among students from famous universities nationwide. The


    number of participants doubled, and many students who did not sign up regretted missing such a good


    opportunity.


    Winston was a master of oil painting. The team he led had five members, three male and two female.


    They were all well-known in our school and had received unanimous recognition and rmendations


    from their mentors.


    I had seen their works before. All of them had strong abilities. I had previously guided them in


    developing their creative thinking, and their performance had been good.


    As long as they broadened their knowledge and maintained their mindset during thepetition, they


    would definitely achieve good results.


    I thought my work was done as it was up to the participants how they wanted to approach the


    competition. But the professor thought otherwise and assigned me a new task. It was something that I


    had no confidence inpleting.


    I was raised strictly by my parents. So, as long as I held a brush, everything around me would turn into


    a silent background, and nothing would affect me. Even the professor highly praised my ability to focus


    on my painting.


    On the first day of work on the eighth, the professor called me to his office and asked me to conduct


    psychological training for the five participants of thepetition. He wanted me to teach them how to


    ovee nervousness within half a month.


    I had been training since I was


    around three or four years old. So, it


    was like practicing piano from a young age. It took over a decade of training from my parents to


    achieve my level of concentration. It was impossible to do it within half


    month. It was like asking someone to run before learning to walk.


    Rushing things was never the best solution.


    The professor was really asking for the impossible.


    The participants wouldn''t be able to do it!


    "Professor, I didn''t study psychology, and I''m not a qualified teacher. I have little to no experience in


    both professional knowledge and teaching experience. The result will definitely disappoint you, and I


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    I prayed hard, hoping the professor would show some leniency and let me off the hook.


    After hearing my words, the professor mmed the thermos in his hand onto the table. It caused a


    strawberry to bounce out andnd on the table. "Luna, I can''t ask you to do something now, can I? How


    dare you talk back to me like this!"


    "No, no, I wasn''t talking back. I dare


    not." I quickly shook my head and hands vigorously. I would have shaken my feet as well if I could


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    The professor picked up the strawberry on the table, looked at it, and threw it into his mouth, chewing it


    up.


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    I flinched subconsciously and took a half-step back to stay out of range of the professor''s murderous


    gaze.