Jonah had completed the entire art when I started on a curved flower petal. He laughed as though he’d won when he saw my canvas only had two petals.

 

I ignored his sneer and the whispers from the audience, merely focusing all my attention on my art.

 

“I’m done!” Jonah threw his paintbrush onto the table as he proclaimed triumphantly after completing four of his artworks.

same time, I drew the last stroke and put down my brush.

Jonah taunted as he looked at the flower buds. Suddenly, his face turned red in anger. “Hey, are you looking down on me? Why else would you compete with this artwork? Is the painting on

headed back to the stage. As I stared at the about-to-bloom peony, I dipped my paintbrush into the water and splashed

as he rubbed his eyes. “Am I hallucinating? I thought I saw

I saw it too,”

 

rubbed his eyes and asked, “What

rose on it. I repeated the same method by splashing

and plenty of talented individuals. This skill was merely a small trick I’ve

 

As I made it bloom again,

said. I realized he was instigated to challenge

expression, “I’ve lost to you, and I accepted that. As

was about to leave. I quickly stopped him. “There is no win or

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