I have a Tantric panel

"Objection! I have an objection!"

After all the paintings in the exhibition hall were unveiled, Brett carefully examined "To Victory".

He then aggressively approached Anthony, the head of the association.

"This painting is indeed good, but it is still significantly inferior to Cecil's paintings."

"Brett."

Anthony narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice, reminiscent of a sleeping lion, exuding both majesty and a sense of oppression.

"Are you... questioning me?"

"Questioning the judgment of all of us judges?"

Brett's momentum instantly weakened.

He recalled that the chief had always been known for his bad temper in his youth.

Even after serving as the chief of the association for thirty years, his personality hadn't softened much.

But Brett still wanted to fight back, so he wiped his sweat with a silk scarf.

"Anyone with a discerning eye can see that, in terms of technique, 'The Funeral of the Old Empire' is the best among these paintings."

"so what?"

The old man, whose hair and beard were both white, was somewhat angry.

"You think we don't know that?"

"Then why...?"

"Have you forgotten the original purpose of the White Canvas Award?"

Anthony took a step closer to the balding middle-aged man, like a mountain pressing down on him.

"Select the better quality ore—on the other side of the curtain."

"Just as in terms of painting technique, 'The Funeral of the Old Empire' completely overshadows 'To Victory'."

"In terms of spirituality, the latter also has an absolute advantage over the former."

He paused.

"After serious discussion, the judging panel voted, and ultimately, 'To Victory' won by a narrow margin of one vote, which led to the current result."

"We have sworn to [Vanity] that this result is entirely from our conscience."

"Brett, are you still going to question our decision?"

Brett's forehead was covered in sweat, and he opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't utter a rebuttal.

"Teacher, at least be dignified."

Cecil walked over, his expression now calm.

"The White Canvas Award is special; its standards are naturally different from other awards."

"I've seen Shane's paintings, and they certainly have their unique aspects, but if I were to face him in another competition, I definitely wouldn't lose."

Upon hearing this, Brett lowered his head in frustration, still looking somewhat regretful.

"Cecil, I look forward to your performance at the upcoming Royal Exhibition."

The old man's gaze toward Cecil changed.

His voice softened slightly as he spoke, clearly showing his deep appreciation for talent.

"I will."

Cecil bowed slightly, his confidence undiminished by this setback.

"Lord Anthony."

At that moment, Aura walked over with Shane.

She glanced at Brett, who was standing to the side, but made no move to speak to him.

But that victor's smile alone was enough to make the other person's face turn red and their hands tremble with anger.

Anthony laughed: "Aurora, seeing you and Brett reminds me of the White Canvas Award more than twenty years ago."

"That time, you won the gold medal, and he won the bronze medal?"

"Yes."

Aurora also felt a bit nostalgic.

"In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed."

Xia En, who was standing next to him, then realized what was going on.

It turns out that the feud between the professor and Brett started back then.

But it seems that Aurora always has the upper hand over him?

"young people."

Anthony then turned to look at Shane, his eyes filled with admiration.

"You're very good, very talented, but don't be arrogant, and don't rush things."

"The scenery over there is beautiful, but if you get lost, you'll never be able to come back."

Xia En nodded seriously: "I understand."

"By the way, did Aurora mention the royal art exhibition to you?"

Shane looked at the professor with a slightly puzzled expression.

Aurora shook her head: "I was worried he was aiming too high, so I didn't mention it to him."

Anthony simply explained: "Besides the most important prize, the White Canvas Award has another reward."

"That means I could be recognized as an emerging painter and participate in the Royal Painting Exhibition next summer."

"At that time, your paintings will be exhibited alongside those of true masters and renowned artists!"

Xia En instantly understood the value of this spot.

In Albion, the fastest way for a painter to become famous is to participate in various salon exhibitions, receive comments from professionals and industry leaders, and then spread their fame through newspapers.

The Royal Art Exhibition is undoubtedly one of the highest-level art exhibitions today.

For example.

The White Canvas Award exhibition is like a small ditch with only a few small fish and shrimp, while the Royal Exhibition is a vast ocean.

Various talented painters, including those featured in textbooks and still living masters, will also contribute their works.

It could be said that this was not a competition, but it was more important than any competition.

If one can seize the opportunity, one can soar to great heights and become a painter whose name is remembered by people.

If you don't seize the opportunity, your artwork will simply be forgotten in a corner of the exhibition, ignored by everyone.

Shaun certainly wanted to be the former.

"Having ambition is a good thing, but you also need to be down-to-earth."

Anthony stroked his white beard, speaking earnestly.

"Refining the fundamentals is always of paramount importance."

Xia En felt slightly embarrassed.

The old man is targeting him!

His basic skills are already quite solid in the eyes of most people.

But in the eyes of these real veterans who have been immersed in the industry for decades, it has become his weakness.

Otherwise, Brett wouldn't have gone to the chief to protest.

Cecil, who had been observing silently, walked up to Shane with a slightly dangerous smile on his lips.

I heard about you from my sister.

"Having met him today, I can see he is indeed an outstanding young painter."

……Um?

Xia En sensed something unusual about him.

It wasn't as a competitor in the competition, but rather as the older brother's hostility towards a man who was suspected of trying to abduct his younger sister.

His lips twitched slightly as he asked, "Why hasn't Miss Clara been coming to school lately?"

"She was grounded by her father for several days."

Grounded?

Xia En's heart skipped a beat.

This is most likely related to her mother's affairs.

However, Clara hasn't had any nightmares these past few days, and her emotions have remained relatively stable.

Or perhaps... she is rebelling in her own way?

Cecil was unwilling to discuss this topic further.

He handed over a business card: "This is my business card. We can exchange ideas sometime when we have time."

"it is good."

Xia En realized that as his status rose, he seemed to need to print some of his own business cards.

Otherwise, the exchange step will always be missing.

You won this competition.

"But at the Royal Art Exhibition, my painting will definitely stand out!"

After leaving those words, Cecil and his teacher departed.

Xia En felt a bit of pressure, but also a surge of fighting spirit.

There are still nearly six months until the art exhibition.

This six-month period will be his chance to catch up with Cecil in other dimensions.

At that time, his works will speak for him.

Anthony smiled broadly.

I welcome this kind of competition among peers.

Competition is what drives motivation!

Which painter doesn't grow through repeated competition?

"It's about time."

Anthony looked at Shane: "Come with me, it's time to present the most important award."

He led Shane all the way to a gallery deep within the Royal Academy of Arts.

Push open the door.

In the center of the exhibition hall, on an easel, is a pure white canvas.