Claire squinted at her, her eyes contemptuous. "After ten years of studying, is this the best you can draw? It seems that your talent in painting is nothing more than that."
What?!
How dare she laugh at her aptitude?!
Phoebe suddenly clenched her fists and rushed forward two steps in anger.
Right then, Claire slammed the door with a bang.
The door almost hit her head.
Staring at the shut door in front of her, Phoebe was furious.
What made Claire think she could look down on her paintings?!
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Early in the morning, Lance Middle School.
The students were discussing the campus art competition.
"Maybe Phoebe won't participate in it, right?"
"It'll be unfair for her to participate in it. She would rank first for sure."
"You guys think too much. Phoebe only participates in international competitions and won't waste her time on these insignificant competitions!"