Xia Wanyuan ignored the countless gazes on her and picked up the booklet in front of her to take a look.
Since it was an exchange with a competition nature, the art studio had specially prepared a painting venue for all the contestants, and the time for painting was specified. As for the topic, it came from Master Danny. Before entering the field, no one knew.
Xia Wanyuan felt that this competition was quite boring.
In her previous life, calligraphy and painting were all used to improve one's mood. Some inspirations would take a few days or years to completely appear, but in this competition, in just a few hours, one might not be able to choose a piece with especially spiritual essence.
"I heard that Miss Xia is determined to win the championship? Why are you so confident?" A painter sitting beside her poked his head over.
