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Chapter 1142 Backstage, Haytham, who was in charge of directing the camera positions, showed a satisfied smirk
after seeing the students‘ statements about withdrawing from the competition.
Seeing that they were almost determined to withdraw, he replied, “No, the president may just be afraid of Sylvia
because of Master Carter. He already said that he‘ll withdraw her as the main judge if she doesn‘t draw well, so he
can‘t go back on his word. Don‘t worry. As long as she doesn‘t draw well, she won‘t be able to remain a judge.”
The students looked at his words and replied, “What if the president doesn‘t dare to withdraw her as the main judge
because he‘s afraid of Master Carter?”
“Yeah, are we supposed to put up with that too?”
“Of course, not. We need to have more courage to abandon the competition.” “That‘s right. President Dendro
already promised us. If he goes back on his word, we‘ll abandon the competition. Everyone else will do the same as
well. He won‘t be able to continue hosting the art competition anymore.” “Okay, then it‘s settled. If she draws
garbage but the president still wants to protect her, we‘ll all withdraw from the competition!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Ok, deal!”
Looking at how they were banding together against a common enemy, Haytham smirked and put away his phone.
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At that moment, a staff member in charge of the camera asked him, “Mr. Lunder, the camera has been focused on
Ms. Springsteen for most of the session. The audience
probably wants to see the other paintings too. Should we move the camera?”
Haytham‘s eyes flickered. He put away the phone and revealed a serious look. “Sure. Move it to Mr. Smith and Mr.
Moore. They‘re old and experienced artists, so we
should give them more shots.
The staff secretly pursed his lips and thought, ‘If they‘re old and experienced artists, why didn‘t you give them more
shots earlier?‘ However, he did not say anything and simply did as he was told.
In front, on the large screen above the stage, the image soon panned to the two old artists and their paintings.
They were both landscape paintings and were already half –finished. From a glance, they looked quite good.
Many students calmed down and quietly admired and observed the paintings.
In the front row, Master Springsteen‘s tense expression also loosened. Mr. Carmine, who was sitting to his left,
smiled and praised, “As expected of experienced artists. Their paints are very good.” Master Springsteen smiled
and pursed his lips.
After a while, the camera moved to Simon‘s painting.
It was an oil painting of people. Although the painting was only partially completed, the characters in the picture
were exquisite. It was clear that Simon was a superb artist.
Master Springsteen smiled and praised in a low voice,” Not bad.”
Mr. Carmine also nodded along. “As expected of the great Mr. Amos. It‘s a shame he‘s friends with a piece of
trash.”
“Ahem.” Master Springsteen‘s expression instantly turned cold as he cleared his throat.
Mr. Carmine immediately came back to his senses, remembering that Odell was sitting to Master Springsteen‘s
right side. His gaze shrank and he quickly shut his mouth.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe camera stayed a few minutes on Simon‘s painting, swept past the two old artists, and then stopped behind Lily
again.
Almost an hour had passed since the painting session started, but not a single shot had been given to Sylvia so far.
Master Springsteen‘s expression changed, and he looked at Odell, who was sitting to his right.
Odell had his head turned so his eyes fell clearly on the far right side of the stage where Sylvia was. He did not look
at the big screen at all.
The little toddler he was holding in his arms, as well as the two other children sitting beside him, all shared his gaze
and looked at Sylvia.
Among his three children, only Flint was still unfamiliar with the world. Isabel and Liam‘s expressions were cold.
Odell‘s face seemed emotionless, but Master Springsteen was experienced and could guess that Odell was not in a
good mood. However, Sylvia was still painting, so he could not make a fit about it.
He pursed his lips and looked away.
Lily was the first to finish painting.
After signing her name on the corner of the canvas, she put down the brush and continued to maintain her elegant
sitting posture.
The camera presented her finished painting on the big screen.
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