He was here for revenge. I bit the corner of my lips, not knowing what to do. If I backed off and did not compete, I would be seen as despising Jonah. Yet, I was at a loss what to paint. The six years of emptiness in my life had resulted in a lack of knowledge.

 

“I was not prepared to go onstage.” I rubbed my temples to ease my headache.

 

“Are you afraid?” Jonah laughed contemptuously. “Remington is a great artist but his friend might not be. Shall we make a bet?”

always lose when I bet on this kind of

are here by means

din by everyone around us. I frowned. It seemed that he had arranged for the reporter who confronted us just now. He

betting on?” I asked

stomp on it a few times. That is all

 

was akin to the assassination of my character and stomping on

circle for good and never return to this

boy, I could see his determination and unwillingness to admit defeat. In a low voice, I replied,

 

crowd. If it were topics like “Phoenix” and so on, I did have some idea but

live exhibition had no time limit. I only had to show what I thought I was best at. I panicked as I watched Jonah beginning to paint

Jonah was painting “Jeremiah’s Tears.” This painting was by far the most difficult portrait to imitate, not because

Basically, everyone who learned to paint had copied this world-famous painting. Sometimes, the simplest paintings are the most difficult to imitate. I imitated it back then. After one attempt, I was shocked because

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