Theo looked at the woman in front of him, who seemed carefree and rxed. He nced at her with his eyes nted, holding his chin up arrogantly as he said, “Just because you’re old Mr. Edwards’ granddaughter doesn’t mean the judges will go easy on you. Don’t waste our time; we need to move on to the next round quickly.”


    His disrespectful words were met with support from viewersmenting live.


    “Truly an artist! Not only talented but also stylish! You’re right; she shouldn’t have the privilege of being advanced just because of her connections.”


    “If that’s the case, isn’t Nora also old Mr. Edwards’ granddaughter?”


    “It’s not the same thing! My goddess has real talent; what is Cheyennepared to her?”


    Nora’s painting slowly appeared before viewers: half a meter tall and 40 centimeters wide – quite arge masterpiece indeed.


    It depicted a golden field against a blue sky with faint snow-capped mountains in the distance – pure and serene.


    There were dozens of people in it as well.


    It was a scene from when farmers harvested their crops, with the main character being an older woman standing at the forefront whose face was sunburned red from years ofbor. She held a bundle of barley while tears welled up in her eyes.


    On another side of the field stood a five or six-year-old boy holding onto a book while looking forward to his future full of hope and aspiration.


    “This is so beautiful! Nora really deserves to be our campus belle – both intelligent and beautiful!”


    “She must be number one for sure!”


    “Cheyenne went too far by requiring Nora’s brother kneel down and apologize. We should forgive others when possible; doesn’t she understand that?”


    “I hope Cheyenne loses thispetition!”


    “Let’s wait and see; it’ll definitely happen!”


    Despite Theo’s mockery and everyone else’s disdainful looks around her, Cheyenne remained calm as she gazed back at them through watery eyes.


    “Don’t conte my grandfather and me,” she retorted calmly. “Besides, I signed up for oil painting while he is a judge of traditional painting group… Are you afraid that you’re not professional enough or don’t have enough qualifications toment on my work? Is that why you brought him up?”


    As soon as she finished speaking, there was silence before someone eximed, “Holy crap! Who does this young woman think she is? So arrogant!”


    She had only spent half an hour creating such garbage. Could it even be called art? At best it was just doodling!


    “This trash actually dares to say that Mr. Roberts is not qualified toment on her work. Who gave her the courage?”


    For the first time in his 60 years of life, someone dared to speak so boldly in front of Theo.


    His gaze became sinister, reminiscent of a vulture in the dark night – sharp and terrifying. “Miss, you should respect the elders.”


    Cheyenne didn’t hesitate to retort with sarcasm, “You don’t even show respect to me? What makes you demand my respect? Are you proud of taking advantage of your seniority?”


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    “I signed up based on my abilities and naturally prepared to be selected based on my skills. Don’t bring up my grandfather.”


    Although her attitude was quite disrespectful, it depended on who she was facing.


    Cheyenne always believed that if someone respected her, she would respect them too; but if someone caused trouble for her, she wouldn’t be afraid either!


    The red-haired youth standing beside them repeated Cheyenne’s words and for once thought Cheyenne’s words made sense! This time he stood by Cheyenne’s side.


    The other two judges felt embarrassed as their thoughts were simr to Mr. Roberts’ but as assistants they didn’t have a chance to speak out.


    “Ahem… Alright… you should submit your painting first so we can evaluate it.” He tried to ease the tension around him


    Cheyenne handed over her oil painting.


    As it was slowly opened up, a stunning masterpiece came into view and left everyone speechless!


    Thendscape painting was vividly portrayed using oil painting techniques with distant snow-capped mountains draped in red robes while nearbykes were serene blue reflecting colorful sunsets; ck trees along both sides had lost their leaves leaving behind deep ckness which formed the foundation of life itself.


    As soon as Nora saw it, she couldn’t believe what was before her eyes. “No… no way?” After studying oil paintings for fifteen years, the work she submitted today took an entire month’s worth of effort before reaching its current state whereas Cheyenne created hers under Nora’s nose within half an hour almost effortlessly.


    Those with keen eyes could see who won or lost.


    “You cheated! I don’t believe it – how could you paint such a good picture!” Sean attacked clumsily like an angry little rooster using his sharp beak.


    Jerry stepped forward and stood up for Cheyenne. “If you can’t handle losing, don’t throw a tantrum here. There are so many eyes watching, and her painting is still wet. Is that cheating?” The others nodded in agreement as witnesses to Cheyenne’s on-site creation of the painting.


    Cheyenne was truly a prodigy! It was difficult for most people toplete an oil painting within half an hour, but she not only finished it but also made it outstanding.


    ncing at the red-haired young man standing in front of her speaking up for her, Cheyenne felt a warm feeling inside and thought about the ten million dors earlier. Well, she would give him back one millionter.


    Theo felt his face burning with pain. If this painting were just graffiti, then his previous works could only be considered scribbles.


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    “Damn! Cheyenne actually painted it! What terrifying talent!”


    “Is she even human? Is this what human wisdom and ability look like?”


    “Look at the judge’s expression; it’s so exciting.”


    “We misunderstood Cheyenne before; not only can she fight but also paint.”


    “I support our goddess Nora. I don’t understand if Cheyenne’s paintings are good or bad, but based on appearance alone, I prefer Nora’s style.”


    “You’re blind? Honestly speaking, Cheyenne is beautiful too despite wearing pajamas; her figure is great!”


    “I don’t care; our goddess shouldn’t apologize to someone like Cheyenne. She must have deliberately hidden her talent – what a cunning woman!”


    Nora turned pale and said with a forced smile, “I never knew you could paint, Cheyenne. If I had known earlier, Mommy should have let you study art with me…”


    “I told you they weren’t worthy of teaching me,” replied Cheyenne coldly.


    Xzavier felt as though he had been pped across the face when he heard those words!