"Yes, it's very lifelike, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't dare believe it's real."
"It's even better than the teachers at our academy. From now on, if the teacher says my painting isn't good, I'll also have something to talk about!"
When Ye Shiqi had finished Tang Shunyan's portrait, the sounds of admiration were unavoidable, and they couldn't help but glance at Meng Zhaojun. Although no one said anything to Meng Zhaojun directly, they were all watching the spectacle with glee.
They were sure with that look that Meng Zhaojun had lost.
Meng Zhaojun, upon seeing Ye Shiqi's painting technique, was taken aback for a moment, somewhat disbelieving. In front of her was just a little more than a two-year-old child whose only difference in status was being born into a farmer family, a bit less than her own.
