At this point, Lu Zhiwei no longer wanted to compete.
She overestimated Shen Shuyuan.
She was no match for her at all.
Aside from her solid foundation built through diligent study and practice, coupled with her exceptional talent and temperament, her paintings lack soul. Such an artist will never reach the pinnacle in their lifetime.
"Let's play," the man gestured with his hand, "I'll definitely beat you in the third round."
Lu Zhiwei readily accepted the challenge.
The third round came at the sculpture.
The staff used two identical pieces of white clay as the base material for the sculpture.
The theme of the sculpture remains the same: fish suffering from oxygen deprivation.
The oxygen-deprived fish stood on the stage, lost in thought.
After a long pause, he gestured to the host and said, "Can I find someone here to be our model for the sculpture?"
The host looked at Lu Zhiwei with a troubled expression; whether this would work or not depended on her decision.
Lu Zhiwei asked everyone present, "Do the audience and judges have any objections?"
"No," the others responded in succession.
"Alright, I want him as our model." The man pointed his finger directly at Shen Jingmo, who was sitting on the judges' panel.
Shen Jinmo, dressed in a sharp black suit, had features that looked as if they had been carved with a knife, with distinct angles.
It is indeed a rare and exceptional model face.
Every artist is drawn to Shen Jinmo's face.
Especially his deep T-zone, deep-set eyes, high nose bridge, and almost perfect chin line.
This is simply a masterpiece of God, a work of art created by nature.
No one would doubt the man's motives.
But Lu Zhiwei smiled as soon as he pointed to Shen Jinmo.
Shen Shuyuan, oh Shen Shuyuan.
She still lost her composure.
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