Lin Wanwan felt awkward. Painting was a hobby in her previous life; she hadn't received any professional training and had always learned by trial and error. In this life, however, she had the means to find a teacher.

"I was interested, so I found a teacher to learn from."

Zhang Lin stared wide-eyed, "You're too incredible!"

Lin Wanwan rolled her eyes. "I've put in a lot of effort, okay? I studied like crazy to get this much."

"She truly lives up to her reputation as a workaholic," Zhou Chuying gave her a thumbs up.

Zhang Lin collapsed onto the sofa, saying, "Are you really going to work us to death? We just started to understand spoken English, and now you're doing this to us. Are you trying to exhaust us?"

Lin Wanwan sat next to her, laughing non-stop. "Are you still studying German next semester?"

Zhang Lin glared at her, "What a vicious woman! Do you know how heavy our workload is? We have a foundation in English, but you want us to die if we have to learn German?"

Lin Wanwan leaned against her and laughed non-stop. "Then let me repeat what my dad said to Wen Nuan before: I will never be your opponent or your target. I have my own things to do. My goal is to be myself and do what I want to do. I hope you will too."

"When did you say these things to Wen Nuan?"

“Last semester, when you went to the library, I told her not to treat me as a rival or an opponent. She could never be my opponent. If she continues to hang out with Zhou Mei like this, she will never be my opponent either.”

"Tsk tsk," Zhang Lin shook her head, "This brave man, you're so arrogant."

"Did I say something wrong? I teach my brother the same way: don't take me as your goal, and don't live in my shadow. Your goal is to surpass yourself."