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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saddened my parents. Feeling perhaps a bit guilty for his sternness, Mr. Morales suggested I

too much. But that shift led me to

really knew

his critiques. He told me I couldn’t draw a perfect egg even in

paper only to rip them up moments later. Initially, it seemed odd to

know, throwing a fit won’t make your eggs any

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

upset!

It was something he texted me over

Marissa inquired, “What

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widened in surprise when she saw her younger self in the photograph. The image showed her lying on a small wooden table outside Ritchie’s thatched hut, intently sketching eggs that filled the entire page. Beneath 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 when I taught you. On her very first day, she was drawing