Looking at the artistic pose Ocoro had struck, Zhao Guang didn't even know how to begin his critique.
Shifting his gaze away from Ocoro, Zhao Guang then said, "I didn't expect to be accepted so easily. I underestimated art." This indirect attention towards Ocoro immediately prompted Ocoro to give a thumbs-up.
This is definitely an artistic style, it seems I still don't understand it deeply enough.
"Of course, true art is sought after by everyone. Those who lack the capacity to understand art are trash; there's no point in wasting words on them." Clearly, he was referring to Yars.
That guy would always chase and beat him up, the resentment in Ocoro's heart was incredibly deep.
"Excellent, the development of art cannot do without pioneers like you. Here's the material I prepared for you, I'll get in touch about the paint when I get back," Zhao Guang said as he took books out of his backpack.
He had prepared these things in advance, and it had now become a habit.
