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.

I drew the last stroke and put

looked at the flower buds. Suddenly, his face turned red in anger. “Hey, are you looking down on me?

walked toward Christopher and asked for his glass of water, then headed back to the stage. As I stared at the about-to-bloom peony, I dipped my paintbrush into the water and splashed it onto the painting. All the peonies had blossomed as though

eyes. “Am I hallucinating? I thought I saw

not because I saw it too,”

 

by my skills. He rubbed his eyes and asked, “What happened? How is this

on my lips as I pulled the canvas and swiftly drew a rose on it. I repeated the same

resources, and plenty of talented individuals. This skill was merely a

 

look at my previous ones. I didn’t mind, so I drew another species of rose. As I made it bloom again, the audience started cheering. Jonah was snapped back from his thoughts and muttered, “So you truly have the skills.

close, I heard every word he said.

lost to you, and I accepted

set his paintbrush on the table and was about to leave. I quickly stopped him. “There is no win or lose. We merely had a friendly

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