Duan Cuilu said, "As long as Mingzhu continues to work hard for three more years, she will definitely win the championship next time."

Li Keyong nodded. "Xiao Peng, you just said that as long as Mingzhu makes it to the finals, she will definitely defeat Tian Sheng?"

Wang Peng smiled and said, "Yes, that's what I said."

"Xiaopeng, even I, a layman, can see that the judges prefer Tian Sheng's work."

Li Keyong shook his head, "Although I also want Mingzhu to win the championship, in fact, I think it's impossible."

“I also think it’s impossible.” Duan Cuilu smiled bitterly. “After watching the whole competition, Mingzhu’s journey to the finals was full of stumbles, while Tiansheng’s journey was smooth sailing.”

Li Kefan said, "Let's not have too high hopes. Mingzhu is very young, and she will have many more opportunities to participate in competitions in the future."

Wang Peng was dumbfounded. All three of his wife's closest relatives thought she was bound to lose, which was quite absurd.

At this moment, the beautiful host led Li Mingzhu and Tian Sheng onto the stage and announced the start of the final competition.

The five judges re-analyzed "Hope" and "Old Man and Corn" before going to the next room to discuss the final winner.

A few minutes later, the five judges returned to their seats and handed over their discussion results to the host.

The beautiful host announced, "Dear friends, I now announce that the overall champion of the 10th Qi Baishi Cup is..."

"He is Li Mingzhu, a painter from the Central Plains. Please give her the warmest applause."

The scene was quiet, and everyone thought the champion would be the painter Tian Sheng.

Wang Peng smiled slightly, stood up, and clapped softly.

"Impossible!" Tian Sheng suddenly broke down. "I can't possibly lose, judges, why is this happening?"