“I heard you like Mr. Lu?”
Teacher Shen’s tone was positively gossipy, and the sparkle in his eyes revealed his hunger for juicy details. No doubt, this rumor had come straight from Senior Sister Pang.
Jiang Yu felt a headache coming on. She said earnestly, “I really don’t like Mr. Lu!”
“Oh, oh.” Teacher Shen waved a hand dismissively. “I may be your teacher, but I’m not like Pang shijie. I’ve always been very open-minded. Even if you did like Mr. Lu, it wouldn’t be a big deal. But still, don’t forget that your main task is to study hard. At your age, learning is the most important thing, you know?”
“No, it’s not like that, shijie…”
Teacher Shen reached out and ruffled Jiang Yu’s hair. “Liking Mr. Lu just shows you have good taste. Mr. Lu is well-known in City B as a classic ‘flower atop a high mountain’.”
“‘Flower atop a high mountain’?” Jiang Yu repeated, puzzled.
“That’s right,” Teacher Shen explained. “Tall, aloof, and exceptionally handsome, what else would you call him? If you want to pluck that flower, you’ll have to become even more outstanding yourself. Remember, outstanding people are usually attracted to others of the same caliber. Even Cinderella could only win the prince because, at her core, she was of noble blood.”
Jiang Yu nodded, thinking her teacher made a lot of sense. If you weren’t good enough, why would someone like that choose you?
“So, work hard at your studies! Got it?” Teacher Shen concluded.
“I know.”
Jiang Yu responded obediently, though she couldn’t shake the faint feeling that something about the conversation wasn’t quite right. What exactly it was, however, she couldn’t put her finger on.
The days just before the new semester began were fairly relaxed, but soon everyone was thrown back into study mode. When teachers walked into the classroom, what they most often saw were students buried in their books.
Within the first two days of school, the school held a diagnostic exam. The collective student response was a chorus of groans, after all, everyone had been playing during the holidays. Who still remembered all those knowledge points?
Still, complaints aside, the exam had to be taken. After each subject, groups of students huddled to compare answers. Only a handful looked confident, and they happened to be the top scorers in the class.
“Class monitor, do you think you can beat Jiang Yu this time?”
After the test, a group of boys crowded around the class monitor, a chubby little guy who instantly felt the weight of their stares.
“We’re not asking you to beat Xu Ruyi,” they said. “But you should at least surpass Jiang Yu, right? She’s an art student! If you can’t even outscore an art student, that’s too embarrassing.”
The monitor rolled his eyes. “Easy for you to say. Xu Ruyi and Jiang Yu, are they even human? If you’re so capable, why don’t you try it yourselves? All you do is boss me around!”
The boys exchanged glances. One muttered, “Forget it. From the way he looks, it’s hopeless. Beating Jiang Yu is impossible.”
Everyone shared a look of resignation, then sighed in unison. Hopeless indeed.
When the results came out, sure enough, Xu Ruyi and Jiang Yu took first and second place, both in their class and in the entire grade. Their scores towered far above third place, the top two seats were firmly secured.
“Those two aren’t even human!” the boys cried in despair.
They never gave the rest of the class a chance to breathe. Didn’t they hear how other homeroom teachers scolded their students? “Why can’t you be more like Xu Ruyi and Jiang Yu in the next class over?”
Naturally, this cemented the pair as the common “enemies” of the boys in their class.
After the exam, Jiang Yu devoted even more time to painting. As for her Pineapple Live channel, she hadn’t streamed for a while because of school starting, leaving her fans clamoring hungrily for content.
One day, Jiang Yu posted on Weibo that she’d stream that evening. Fans swarmed instantly; before she even went live, they were already waiting in her channel. By the time she started streaming, her room had already drawn two hundred thousand viewers. The moment the broadcast opened, the feed lagged badly.
“Damn Pineapple servers! Can’t you fix them? Totally ruins my viewing experience!”
“If it lags, refresh or exit and re-enter.”
“Exit and re-enter? Don’t trick me! Everyone knows with Pineapple’s crappy servers, once you leave, you might never squeeze your way back in.”
…
As an up-and-coming streaming site, Pineapple Live had one fatal flaw: lag, lag, and more lag. A single live room could only hold up to three hundred thousand viewers. Beyond that, even if you wanted in, it was impossible.
And sure enough, less than ten minutes into Jiang Yu’s broadcast, her room had already reached maximum capacity. About thirty percent of those viewers were art students, camping in her channel as if she were their online instructor. And without question, they were learning quite a lot.
Jiang Yu often explained techniques as she painted, and her audience benefited tremendously. Even those who weren’t art students, after watching for a while, picked up knowledge about paints, brushes, and materials. Some fans were even inspired by her to try painting themselves.
Adjusting her setup, Jiang Yu laid out her canvas and tied on an apron. She planned to work in oils today. Since oil paint easily stained clothing, precautions were necessary.
“Today I want to paint something bright and colourful. Let’s do a field of lavender.” She spoke as she mixed her paints, the camera zoomed in on her palette.
Her palette was always neat and orderly, never chaotic no matter how many colours she blended.
“Have you ever been to Provence in France?” she asked. “There are vast lavender fields there. The air is full of fragrance, and every season brings its own beauty.”
In her past life, Jiang Yu had been to Provence. It was a place of striking beauty and romance, overflowing with inspiration. France itself was a land steeped in romance, and Provence, perfumed by lavender, was romance incarnate.
The sky there was endlessly blue, without a single cloud, pure and crystal clear. The sun shone brilliantly. Below stretched an ocean of violet blossoms, lavender upon lavender, rich with fragrance. When the wind stirred, the scent enveloped you, seeping into your very being, until even the tips of your hair carried the aroma of lavender.
When people describe beauty, whether a beautiful person or a beautiful scene, they often say it’s “like a painting.” That’s because an artist’s brush can capture all the beauty of the world on paper, and that, more than anything, leaves people in awe.
And Jiang Yu’s brush seemed almost magical. No matter how many times fans looked at her work, they always felt it was like the handiwork of an immortal. How could anyone paint such breathtaking scenery?
Layer upon layer of colour, deep to light, gave her work a sense of depth and dimension.
Her oil painting radiated power and expression. The vast lavender field she painted was both romantic and beautiful, like something countless people had seen in their dreams—mesmerizing, intoxicating.
“Trash! This is garbage! Looks like something an elementary schooler would paint. And she’s selling this for hundreds of thousands? What a scam!”
“I agree, it’s terrible. No need for appraisal, I’m not hating, but with work this bad, her fans still hype it up? How shameless.”
“Ah, finally someone dared to call her art trash! I’ve been wanting to say it forever, but her fans act like they’re under a spell, insisting it’s amazing. I don’t see what’s so great about it at all.”
“It’s nothing but fan hype and marketing. Five points of skill, exaggerated to eleven. In truth, the paintings aren’t that good.”
…
Suddenly, the livestream chat filled with toxic comments, drowning out normal conversations. Line after line of insults flooded the screen, some of them incredibly nasty.
Ever since Jiang Yu had started streaming, her chat had been relatively peaceful. She didn’t stream often, and because of that, she hadn’t even appointed moderators. So when trolls flooded the screen now, there was no one to deal with them.
“What’s going on? Where did all these haters come from?”
“Who are these people? Master Dream, mute them quickly!”
“What do we do? She doesn’t have mods, there’s no way to mute them!”
Her fans panicked, talking over one another, helpless. It was obvious the trolls had come with the intent of targeting their idol, but their anger was useless. Jiang Yu herself hadn’t noticed the chat at all, much less taken control of the situation.
The trolls completely dominated the chat, leaving her fans furious.
And then, suddenly, a burst of music filled the stream:
“Plant the sun, plant the sun, plant the sun, oh plant the sun…”
Everyone froze, then realised, it was a gift animation.
Fans could send gifts to the streamer. The app’s gift system was cleverly designed: the cheapest was a tiny star, one yuan apiece, and a hundred stars triggered a starry sky effect. Beyond that were planets, Jupiter, Neptune, Uranus, and so on, each costing quite a bit. The most expensive gift, though, was the sun.
One sun cost a thousand yuan. Sending it triggered a special effect, the children’s song Plant the Sun played, and a glowing sun filled the entire screen. Anyone tapping the sun could win small star tokens.
Right now, Jiang Yu’s livestream was completely overtaken by the sun’s animation, drowning out all the trolls’ messages.
Among Jiang Yu’s diehard fans was Xiang Weiwei. Seeing the chat filled with hateful comments had driven her crazy with worry. But when she saw the screen blanketed in suns, it hit her: the solution was simple. Just send gifts!
Jiang Yu had never once asked for gifts from her viewers, so most people had forgotten they could. A single sun could monopolize the screen for thirty seconds.
Without hesitation, Xiang Weiwei picked up her phone, topped up her account, and sent a gift. When the glowing sun exploded across the stream, she felt instantly relieved.
The effect silenced the trolls for a few minutes. But soon enough, they were back, filling the chat with abuse, as if intent on wrecking the whole stream.
At that moment, another animation filled the screen:
– Mr. Lu has sent a Sun
– Mr. Lu has sent a Sun
…
Ten suns in one go.
From then on, the bottom-left corner of the screen kept flashing with notifications. Each sun monopolized the screen for thirty seconds, and together, they covered the livestream for over half an hour.
Over half an hour. How much money was that?
The trolls fell silent. Shocked not only them, but also the fans. Everyone was stunned by this sheer disregard for money, and the stream went quiet.
“…Is this… a real rich guy?”
“Oh my god. Over a hundred thousand in half an hour—this is gold-tier wealth!”
“Hahaha, come on, haters! Every time you appear, Big Boss throws more gifts. Let’s see what wins, your typing speed or his screen-dominating effects!”
…
The trolls: “…”
They refused to back down. As professional haters, how could they be discouraged so easily?
“Even if you deny it, the truth is obvious, this streamer’s art really is awful!”
– Mr. Lu has sent a Sun!
Trolls: “…”
Lu Mingshen sat back in his chair, phone in hand, watching Jiang Yu’s livestream.
When he saw the chat filled with filth, he casually threw down another ten suns. The screen was once again flooded with dazzling animation. No matter what the trolls said, under the brilliance of a rich man’s gifts, their words simply couldn’t be seen.
But clearly, something wasn’t right. The trolls had appeared suddenly, in an organized wave. It was obvious they had been sent here deliberately to attack Jiang Yu.
Frowning, Lu Mingshen called his secretary in.
“Find out who these people are, the ones making trouble in this livestream.”
The beautiful secretary froze. …Her boss was actually watching a livestream?
“Did you hear me?” Lu Mingshen rapped his knuckles on the desk when she didn’t respond.
“Oh, oh! I heard you! I’ll investigate right away!” she said quickly, snapping out of it.
That night, Jiang Yu’s livestream was anything but calm. Trolls kept slipping into the chat, seizing every chance to stir trouble with their nitpicking comments. Their tireless persistence was almost worthy of admiration, if only it weren’t so annoying. Unfortunately for them, every time they typed, that fan called Mr. Lu would start showering the stream with gifts, throwing money around like it was nothing, and thoroughly disrupting their “work.”
“Damn it, where the hell did this idiot come from? Doesn’t he know money is money? Who spends like he’s got a death wish?”
Somewhere in a room, a furious man hurled a pillow against the wall, venting his frustration.
Beside him, a chubby man scratched his head. “Boss, what do we do now? With this guy throwing money around like that, how are we supposed to black her out?”
They were professional water army trolls, but this was the first time they had ever run into such a situation.
The boss ground his teeth. “I don’t believe it. There’s no way this guy has that much money.”
(—Lu Mingshen says: Thanks, yes, I do have that much money!)
By ten o’clock, Jiang Yu’s painting still wasn’t done. It was an oil painting, and oil paints needed time to dry, which slowed everything down.
“It’ll probably take another two days to finish this piece,” Jiang Yu said, putting down her brush.
The air was thick with the unique smell of paint. Jiang Yu inhaled deeply, feeling a rare sense of familiarity and comfort. Only then did she finally look at the chat, whereupon she was immediately stunned by the explosion of suns filling the screen.
“What… what’s with all these suns?” she asked in confusion.
And what was this thing called Planting the Sun supposed to mean?
“Finally! Our goddess is back to her senses!”
“Big sis, you got attacked hard tonight. If it weren’t for Mr. Lu, you’d have been torn apart!”
“From my years of lurking online, I can tell you this was definitely a hired smear job. Those trolls were obviously water army. Big sis, did you offend someone recently?”
…
The chat scrolled nonstop, each fan chiming in, leaving Jiang Yu utterly dazed. It took her quite a while to piece together what they were saying.
Someone had hired people to smear her?
Jiang Yu fell silent in thought. Then she noticed something else: her viewers kept bringing up a name, “Mr. Lu.”
Mr. Lu?
By coincidence, she happened to know a Mr. Lu. Could that Mr. Lu really be this Mr. Lu?
“Mr. Lu?” she blurted out unconsciously.
“I’m here,” came the instant reply in the barrage of comments.
Jiang Yu blinked, her face heating up. She was now almost certain, this Mr. Lu was indeed that Mr. Lu.
“Ahem… well, thank you everyone for tonight. As for appointing moderators, I’ll consider it. That’s it for today’s stream.” With that, she hurriedly ended the broadcast, leaving her viewers staring at each other in the chat.
“Don’t you guys feel like… there’s something going on between our goddess and Mr. Lu?”
“Holy crap, it’s not just me seeing romance everywhere, everyone feels it, right? The way she called him ‘Mr. Lu,’ and he immediately replied, ‘I’m here.’ Ugh, that line was so damn swoon-worthy!”
“I hereby declare this the livestream love story of the century. This ship is locked!”
…
The fans, ever gossip-hungry, spun theory after theory until they practically had enough material for a whole novel titled My Love Story With the Sponsor in the Livestream Room. Jiang Yu, however, saw none of this.
After ending the stream, she hesitated for a long moment before finally pulling out her phone and calling Lu Mingshen.
“Lu… Mr. Lu!” she said, but then didn’t know what else to say.
It was all Pang shijie’s fault, she thought. After hearing her teasing words earlier, now she couldn’t face Mr. Lu without feeling self-conscious.
Lu Mingshen, meanwhile, was equally distracted. Pang Yu’s words kept echoing in his mind, leaving him absentminded.
Jiang Yu… liked him?
Impossible.
“Mr. Lu?” Jiang Yu asked again when he didn’t respond.
“Mm? I’m here.”
That made Jiang Yu laugh softly. “So, it really was you all along, Mr. Lu.”
The words were clumsy, but Lu Mingshen understood perfectly.
After a moment’s thought, he said, “Those people in your livestream tonight, I’ve already asked someone to investigate. We’ll find out who’s behind it. Think carefully, did you offend anyone recently?”
“I didn’t…”
But as she started to deny it, a face flashed through her mind. Her voice faltered, suddenly hesitant.
Sensing her change in tone, Lu Mingshen pressed, “What is it? You already have someone in mind?”
“No, it shouldn’t be him…” Jiang Yu shook her head. She wasn’t the kind of person to badmouth others without proof.
If she had offended anyone lately, it was probably her senior brother, Du Song. But he was still her senior, and she couldn’t bring herself to assume the worst of him, at least, not without certainty.
Her words told Lu Mingshen she did suspect someone, though she wouldn’t say. He didn’t push. Instead, he said, “You’ll be back in B City soon anyway. We’ll talk more about it then.”
Jiang Yu nodded. “Mm.”
The next day.
Jiang Yu’s Weibo was suddenly flooded with attacks. Trolls poured in, ripping apart her paintings from top to bottom, calling them worthless. Some even posted vile, disgusting remarks, turning her page into a cesspit of abuse and leaving many fans confused.
But Jiang Yu’s fans had changed. Once known as peaceful and mild-mannered, especially after the Ladle incident, they had quietly learned their lesson. In secret, they had formed a group chat, practicing their flame-war skills and honing their clapbacks. After months of training, they were more than ready.
Up till now, they hadn’t had a chance to use those skills. Jiang Yu was usually calm and unbothered, and the occasional troll never stirred up enough chaos to justify a fight.
But today, with this horde of attackers… they had come to the wrong place.
The fans instantly lit up with excitement. At last, the time had come to put their hard-earned “combat training” to the test.
And facts proved them right, the results were remarkable. Those haters who came looking for trouble were no match at all. So what if the haters were organized? What a joke. The fans were organized too. Who was afraid of whom?
Fans, who were usually so well-behaved in front of Jiang Yu, suddenly transformed into fierce warriors online. They tore into the haters who had flooded Jiang Yu’s Weibo comments, scolding them until they were left in tatters.
When the haters finally fell silent, the fan group couldn’t help but cry with relief in their chat.
[I’m really so touched. Thinking back to the time when Master Dream was attacked so badly and we couldn’t fight back at all… looking at it now, it feels like a dream.]
[Yeah. It’s all to protect her, that’s why we’re working this hard.]
[I think something’s fishy. Someone must be deliberately targeting her. This is probably just the beginning. And remember — we must never start fights on our own. If we act like trolls, it’ll damage Master Dream’s reputation among other netizens!]
[Boss, you’re amazing. No wonder you’re a pro at handling water armies!]
The group leader felt secretly proud but replied modestly: [Nothing much, this is just what I do best.]
After all, how could ordinary fans possibly overpower professional water armies? The truth was simple: their group leader used to be one of them. Fighting water army with water army, only then was the outcome uncertain.
…
What the fans did behind the scenes, Jiang Yu knew nothing about. When she logged onto Weibo, all the nasty comments had already been buried, with the front page filled only with her fans’ soft and sweet posts, which made her smile despite herself.
Then she opened her overflowing inbox. Among the messages were many filled with curses. Jiang Yu frowned slightly as she flipped through them. Most were private messages insulting her, many belittling her paintings as “worthless.”
Worthless?
If she were a little younger, perhaps such words might have hurt her. But she wasn’t really a child anymore. Reading those furious words, she was completely unmoved. In fact, she almost wanted to laugh. They didn’t affect her at all.
After all, she had so many fans who liked her, over six hundred thousand of them. Compared to that, what were a handful of haters? A mere drop in the ocean.
Why should she let herself be shaken by so few people who didn’t like her?
Thinking this, Jiang Yu simply deleted all those messages.
The haters: “…”
Even as professional water armies, they began to doubt their own skills. Just targeting a small-time painter, why was it going so badly?
Their leader was going bald from stress.
“Boss, I think that [A Fleeting Dream]’s fans fight even harder than us water armies!” one fat guy muttered.
The boss sneered. “We’ve run into fellow professionals. Didn’t expect the other side to hire so many water armies too. Six hundred thousand fans? I bet they’re all bought.”
Right then, his phone rang. The boss glanced at the caller ID, his brow furrowing.
“Didn’t you say you were professionals? That one night was enough to make the other side doubt life itself. But it’s been two days, and I still see nothing wrong with her Weibo. I’m warning you, if you can’t get this done, you won’t see a single penny!”
“…” The boss gritted his teeth. “And you have the nerve to say that? Why didn’t you tell me earlier the other side had water armies too? Now that things went wrong, you come blaming me? Get lost! Keep that money to buy your own coffin, because I’m not taking this job anymore!”
Click!
The line went dead. Du Song, holding his phone, froze, his expression turning dark.
Professional water army? Hah! No ethics at all, even insulting the client!
Though fuming, he suddenly recalled one of the words the other man had said. His expression quickly eased.
–– The other side’s fans were all water armies too?
Little Junior Sister… who would’ve thought you weren’t so innocent after all.
…
Not long after the placement exams, Jiang Yu requested leave to return to B City. Taking leave just after school started made her feel a little guilty, but her homeroom teacher, knowing the importance of this exhibition, approved without much fuss. Other teachers in the office, however, found it odd.
“Jiang Yu from your class is taking leave already? School just started, why so soon?”
The homeroom teacher tried to stay calm. “She has a painting being exhibited in B City. That’s a great honor. Of course I had to approve.”
“A painting exhibition?”
The other teachers exchanged glances. Few of them knew much about art circles, but an exhibition always sounded prestigious. Jiang Yu was only in high school, and her work was already in an exhibition?
“Exactly. This child has always been outstanding.” The homeroom teacher, secretly proud, couldn’t resist showing off: “I heard it’s called something like the Colour Spring Exhibition. I don’t know much about it, but it’s apparently quite prestigious, an international exchange exhibition, with not only domestic artists but also foreign ones.”
Hearing that, the others were struck with awe.
“That’s really impressive…”
…
March in B City was still bitterly cold. Just two days ago, a late cold snap had brought snow. Piles of it still lay unmelted along the roadsides.
The two paintings Jiang Yu submitted had already been delivered and registered. Artists whose works qualified for this exhibition were generally already well-known. After all, this was an international event. Many foreign guests would come to view the works, so every piece had to be carefully selected — only the best of the best were chosen.
As the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, the old master’s submission naturally carried weight. But when they saw the name “A Fleeting Dream”, everyone froze for a moment.
“A Fleeting Dream? What painter is that supposed to be?” someone asked.
“This… I’ve never heard of them before.”
“Haven’t you heard? Elder Cui recently took on a new student, must be that one!”
Someone let out a cold snort. “So Elder Cui has changed after all. I’m truly disappointed. Colour is an exhibition that represents our country to the world, yet he submitted his own student’s work? Isn’t that far too selfish? Does he think Colour is his personal stage?”
At that, the others exchanged glances, but no one said anything.
The one speaking was He Wenzhi, one of the key organizers of this exhibition. He and Elder Cui had never gotten along well. Rumor had it their fathers had been rivals too, so it wasn’t surprising that he would say something like this now.
“Enough. Elder Cui isn’t the type to put private interests above the public good. Since he submitted this painting, it must have something remarkable in it. Let’s see it first before we judge!” said Zhen Kun, another organizer, one who sided with Elder Cui.
“Yes, yes, let’s look at the painting before we say more!”
“Still, I heard Elder Cui’s student is only in high school. So young, even with talent, how could the work possibly be worthy of Colour? This time he really is being too partial.”
“Alright, alright, let’s see it first.”
The crowd murmured with all kinds of opinions, but in the end, whatever they thought, the painting had to be unrolled before any real conclusion could be drawn. With that, they stretched out their hands to open it.
As the scroll slowly unfurled and the painting came fully into view, everyone involuntarily froze, eyes flashing with astonishment.
It was a figure painting. More specifically, an image of a celestial maiden. And not just any: it was a familiar motif, the Dunhuang Flying Apsara.
With colourful ribbons fluttering around her and a pipa played behind her back, the goddess’s posture was graceful and fluid. Behind her bloomed a golden lotus. Beneath the lotus, the background was shadowy, yet upon closer inspection, within that darkness shimmered bursts of radiant colour, like hues born of the void, lending the whole piece a dazzling vibrancy.
The entire painting carried the aura of the Dunhuang murals: mysterious, suffused with Buddhist compassion, yet also steeped in classical elegance.
“Marvelous! What a painting!”
Someone leaned in to study it, though none dared touch it. Human contact could easily damage the effect of a work, after all.
They had viewed many paintings already, but only this one stunned them like this. By every measure, it stood out as a masterpiece.
Staring at it, someone murmured, “Why does this painting look so familiar? Wait, that’s it! Isn’t this the ‘Feitian’ that went viral online not long ago?”
“Feitian? What’s that?”
That painting had swept across the internet not long ago, sparking heated discussion among netizens. Anyone who spent time online had likely seen it. Even now, the memory of it lingered vividly.
“Ah, yes, that’s the one! No wonder it looked so familiar… So Elder Cui’s student was the artist behind ‘Feitian’. No wonder, truly remarkable!”
Seeing the piece, a smile appeared on Zhen Kun’s face. He shot a look at He Wenzhi and said, “See? I told you, if Elder Cui dared submit it, there had to be something unique about it. Look at this: both the artistic conception and the technique are top-notch. This painting definitely deserves a place in the Colour exhibition!”
Hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Yes, this painting more than qualified!
He Wenzhi’s expression darkened, even grinding his teeth. He had never expected this work to be so outstanding, so dazzling that it overshadowed the others completely.
Wasn’t this student supposed to be just a high schooler? Could a high schooler really create something like this?
At that moment, the old master was speaking with Jiang Yu.
“…Opportunities can be given by others, but the only thing that will truly secure your place is your own ability.” He looked at Jiang Yu, gently patting her head. “I may be able to give you this chance, but whether you can seize it is up to you. Your painting is excellent, it belongs in the Colour exhibition. Don’t overthink it.”
“Exactly. Without your piece, the exhibition would be missing something extraordinary. That would be such a pity. Or are you saying you don’t have confidence in your own work?” Teacher Shen asked.
At that, Jiang Yu shook her head. “I have full confidence in my painting.”
Teacher Shen smiled. “Then what are you worried about? Afraid people will say your teacher is biased? As long as your work is good enough, no one will accuse him. In fact, they’ll envy him. Envy him for finding such an exceptional student.”
If Jiang Yu didn’t have the skill, even if the old master gave her this chance, it would have been pointless, the submission still had to pass review.
But Teacher Shen had no doubt. Jiang Yu’s painting absolutely belonged in the Colour exhibition.
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