33 Painting on the Spot

Qin Mu frowned, "Aren't you supposed to submit your work tomorrow?"

"Yes," Shen Jing nodded. "I was planning to work on it tonight. It'll only take me about half an hour, no rush."

Qin Mu was speechless. Honestly, if Shen Jing wasn't his disciple, he would've slapped her silly. Even he takes half a day to plan a composition when he paints, and she says she only needs half an hour?

"Fine, if half an hour is enough for you, then paint in front of me." Qin Mu took out the canvas and paint he carried with him. "It's been so long since I've seen you, my apprentice, paint. Let me see if you've improved."

"But I haven't eaten yet," Shen Jing protested.

"Painting is your spiritual sustenance. Get to it!" Qin Mu urged.

Shen Jing was speechless. Is this the relationship between a master and disciple? So heartless.

Helpless, Shen Jing picked up the brush and started painting. Her movements were smooth and effortless, appearing casual, but each stroke was as beautiful as a fairyland.

Qin Mu's eyes lit up when he saw what Shen Jing was painting. He excitedly took out his phone and started recording. This girl, they hadn't seen each other for two years, but her painting skills had improved greatly! She truly was his talented disciple!

The next day, Qiao Boyue took her own work to school. Today was the deadline for submissions, and they were supposed to bring them in the morning and hand them in during the afternoon.

In Class A, everyone exclaimed in surprise when they saw Qiao Boyue's work. "Oh my god, Qiao Boyue, your painting is amazing!"

"Of course, our Boyue is the apprentice of the Vice Chairman of the Jingcheng Traditional Chinese Arts Association. How could her painting be bad?" another classmate echoed.

Upon hearing their praises, a smile formed on Qiao Boyue's lips. She also believed that she had done well this time and was confident she would secure the first place. Just as Shen Jing walked into the classroom and heard their conversation, she glanced at Qiao Boyue's painting. It was indeed good, but unrealistic to claim first place with it.

Shen Jing withdrew her gaze and took a seat at the back of the classroom.

"Qiao Boyue, your skills completely surpass someone," a classmate joined in the excitement. "Shen Jing, didn't you also participate in the Chinese Art competition? Why don't you show us what you've done?"

Shen Jing sneered, " Dogs don't deserve to look at my work."

"You!" The girl's expression instantly changed, but the class monitor quickly intervened, trying to smooth things over. "Alright, alright, the teacher is coming. Everyone, take your seats."

The girl clenched her teeth and sat down. Qiao Boyue's gaze crossed over the students' desks and landed on Shen Jing's school bag. Wasn't Shen Jing being quite arrogant? She wanted to see what Shen Jing could paint!

After class, Shen Jing went to the restroom, and Qiao Boyue finally found an opportunity. She quietly went to Shen Jing's desk, rummaged through her school bag, and pulled out her artwork. With a mocking expression, she glanced at it, but as she looked, her eyes widened, and her mockery turned into disbelief. This... how was this possible?

"Sister Qiao, what's wrong? Is Shen Jing's painting really that bad?" Qiao Boyue's lackey couldn't help but ask curiously.

"It's nothing," Qiao Boyue took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on Shen Jing's artwork. Whether it was the artistic technique or color coordination, Shen Jing's painting is truly one in a million. Not to mention her, even her master, Chen Yusheng, might not be able to paint something like this. How could Shen Jing possibly have painted this?

Qiao Boyue didn't have time to think. She quickly took out her phone and took a photo. After class, she directly took a taxi to find Chen Yusheng. Chen Yusheng was in the middle of painting and was quite surprised when Qiao Boyue arrived.

"Master, take a look at this," Qiao Boyue handed her phone to Chen Yusheng. At first, Chen Yusheng didn't pay much attention, but when he saw the painting on the phone, his pupils dilated. He took the phone, examined it over and over again, and eagerly asked, "Boyue, where did this painting come from? Is it a new piece by some famous master?"

"Master, do you also think this is the work of a master?" Qiao Boyue asked.

"Of course, and it has to be the work of a top-notch master. There aren't many people in the whole country who can paint like this. Even Chairman Qin of the Chinese Art Association, might not be able to create such a piece," Chen Yusheng admired the painting on the phone, filled with deep envy.

Qiao Boyue continued, "So, is it possible for a university student to paint this?"

"How is that possible?" Chen Yusheng immediately denied it. How could a university student create such a painting? He found the idea absurd. However, seeing Qiao Boyue's serious expression, he couldn't help but speculate, "Could it be... This drawing was painted by your classmate?"