Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 336:

Zyair recounted, “It was a funny story, actually. When I was a kid, my parents were set on turning me into a renowned artist, so they sent me to Mr. Morales’ place to learn painting.

However, he had me painting eggs for weeks, and then abruptly sent me home. Mr. Morales was straightforward when he spoke to my parents.

He told them, ‘Your child couldn’t draw a perfect egg even if he had a century to try. It’s best he pursues something other than art.’ He was quite harsh, effectively dashing my parents’ dreams of me becoming an artist.

He even declared that my time with him wasn’t a real apprenticeship, making it clear that I was no disciple of his.”

Before Zyair could go on, Marissa playfully teased him, “Those eggs you painted were nowhere near perfect. Mr. Morales wasn’t wrong, you know. Hahaha!”

Zyair protested, “Hey, stop laughing at me!”

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“Mr. Morales’ statement saddened my parents. Feeling perhaps a bit guilty for his sternness, Mr. Morales suggested I learn martial arts,

Morales a bit too much. But that shift led me to

responded with a smile, “Seems Mr. Morales really knew how to spot potential. You really owe

told me I couldn’t

Initially, it seemed odd to her,

“You know, throwing a fit won’t make your eggs any more symmetrical

did. It’s no wonder he thought so highly of you and taught you all he

“Oh, come on, don’t get upset! Remember, constructive criticism is just a way

It was something he texted me over

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her the screenshot. The screenshot displayed a

the photo, Ritchie said, “Still hung up on that old critique? Let me show you what real talent looks like! Look at Marissa, much younger than you were