Chapter 487


    I was confused. “Why isn’t such a talented painter like him famous?”


    Spencer adjusted his sses and exined in a mncholic tone, “He gave his painting to Crystal


    because she wanted to be the champion for a particr art exhibition. Only I knew about this incident.”


    If Crystal was right in front of me, I would wish for nothing more than to show her a thumbs-up. I had to


    give it up to her—she might not be capable in other domains, but she was extremely skilled in charming


    men. It was a type of talent to hoodwink so many men and make them do bad things for her willingly.


    “Will I suffer a terrible defeat, then?” I started to feel anxious.


    “It all depends on fate,” gloated Spencer.


    Remington frowned, showing that he did not think that I had a high chance of winning. My palm started


    to sweat while I gripped my brush. Then, I nced at Harvey, who was twirling his brush casually and


    staring at me in disdain. Immediately, my anxiety disappeared.


    Although I had stopped painting for years and did not produce any artwork for six years, my skills back


    then were top-notch. Before Christopher left, he even cupped my face and said that I was the best.


    Since I was the best, there was no reason for me to fear a challenge. I walked to the canvas briskly and


    twirled my brush skillfully.


    “What do you want the challenge to be about? Flowers or phoenixes?”


    “Phoenixes! I hope that you can manage to draw more.” Harveyughed in contempt.


    “What? Phoenixes?” The crowd went into an uproar. Someone even eximed, “When we were


    competing to draw phoenixes, Harvey was the fastest amongst us all. Not even Remington could


    compare to him! Yet, he’s challenging someone to this! Isn’t that bullying?”


    “Yeah, this is his signature skill. Looks like Ms. Tanner will definitely lose.”


    Although I heard what they were saying, I felt extremely calm and was not affected at all. There were


    many types of art challenges. Amongst them, drawing flowers and phoenixes were the mostmon.


    Drawing flowers put one’s artistic skills to the test, while drawing phoenixes not only depended on


    one’s skills but also on speed.


    The painter who could draw the most diverse phoenixes within half an hour, and produce the most


    aesthetic masterpiece would win.


    When I was learning art, I had spent half a year just drawing phoenixes. I did not know how quick I


    was, but I would definitely not fear any challenges.


    After the timer was set and the challenge began, I calmed down. All that was left were the nk canvas


    and paints right in front of me. My brush flowed against the canvas, painting it in different colors. The


    strokes did not seem to follow any pattern, but in reality, they all fell in ce in perfect synchrony.This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    A huge fiery phoenix was soaring in the sky, its zing tail floating behind it. A flock of birds followed it


    —some were pping their wings eagerly, some had their beaks open mid-chirp, and some were


    gazing wistfully at the majestic phoenix.


    I could hear people speaking beside me, with a few eximing in shock. However, I ignored them. The


    way I held the brush was not a mistake. There existed a famous painter in Hawen a hundred years ago


    who held the brush in the exact same manner. I was not deliberately trying to copy him, but I had


    realized that this grip suited me a lot.


    When I finished sketching thest two birds, I heard Remington yell, “Take note that there are only ten


    minutes left!”


    As I had not finished coloring the two birds, I started to panic and identally knocked over the ck


    paint beside me. When the paint spilt across the canvas, the entire venue fell silent. Everyone was


    shocked by what I had done—irregr ck patches had appeared on the canvas.


    “Oh no!” I yelled out in shock. If there were irregr patches of paint on the canvas, my artwork would


    be disqualified.