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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a bit guilty for his sternness, Mr. Morales suggested I learn martial arts, noting my build. Soon after, my parents had me training under

my parents trusted Mr. Morales a bit too much. But that shift led me to establish the

really knew how to spot potential. You really owe

I’ve always bristled at his critiques. He told me I couldn’t

on paper only to rip them up moments later. Initially, it seemed odd to her, but she

her laughter, Marissa teased, “You know, throwing a fit won’t make your

did. It’s

softly and said, “Oh, come on, don’t get upset! Remember, constructive criticism is

wasn’t just his critiques that got to me. It was something he texted me over

Marissa inquired, “What did that text

The screenshot displayed a picture and a conversation

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.