Jiang Xue thought of Shen Xi's drawing skills and her heart was filled with jealousy. If she had grown up in the Jiang family and had been taught by famous artists in large institutions, she would be a hundred times better than Shen Xi for sure.
It was the poor Shen family that had delayed her talent in painting!
Jiang Xue's heart was filled with resentment, and even her eyes revealed her unwillingness.
The last segment was a drawing competition. Although it was called a competition, it was actually a segment for Xue Liu to accept disciples.
Xia Huang's seat was next to Jiang Xue's. When she saw Jiang Xue frowning and thinking hard, her mood was instantly lifted. "A pheasant is a pheasant. Without a certain level of strength, don't even dream of becoming a phoenix. You'll become a joke for no reason."
Jiang Xue glanced at Xia Huang expressionlessly, then turned her gaze back to her hand that was holding the brush, not knowing what to do.
