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Just like water that's been spilled cannot be collected again, rumors had already formed and they weren't so easily dispelled.
Jiang Yan wasn't in a hurry, after all, he wasn't the one who should be anxious.
As for Mu Jiawen, she hadn't taken the matter to heart at all. She had intended to ask Jiang Yan about it at noon after mentioning it in the morning, but after class she received two test papers from Professor Li and became so busy that she forgot all about it.
The next day, Friday, the Chinese painting competition officially began.
Song Qingping, along with Huang Kai, sat in the spectator seats, watching Mu Chenyan, the leading judge who was assigning scores, and he felt somewhat dazed.
He had originally planned to rest in the morning and take Huang Kai to Master Mu's gallery in the afternoon, but he heard that they needed tickets.
