Accumulation I

"My God!" Rui Xiong covered his face, unable to bear watching any longer. It would have been one thing if he had painted the girls naked, but he was a man! Even his private parts had been rendered in painstaking detail. Lu Sheng, too, turned his face away, unable to look.

Only Ai Lin was left standing there, her face flushed scarlet and her neck burning hot, one hand already reaching toward a solid wooden chair nearby. It looked as though she might smash it over Zhuo Siqing's head the very next second.

The conflict inevitably erupted. Ai Lin desperately tried to beat Zhuo Siqing to death with a chair, but Rui Xiong held her back with all his strength.

Lu Sheng was somewhat speechless.

To him, these so-called art exhibitions and competitions were nothing more than childish games.

Now that he had seen them, while some aspects did have their merits, overall they were still a waste of time.

He had come here to spend time gaining extensive insights and raising his realm.

Under Rui Xiong's bitter persuasion and Zhuo Siqing's repeated apologies, Ai Lin finally gave up on fighting Zhuo Siqing to the death. But that also meant this painting could no longer enter the competition.

Regardless of whether his painting was good or bad, that theme alone would earn negative scores from nearly every judge. It was already luck that he had not been thrown out of the exhibition—he had many friends.

Swish, swish.

Lu Sheng walked over and smeared Zhuo Siqing's painting a few times. At once, the image on the canvas became far more muddled. At the very least, the details of the three naked figures could no longer be seen clearly.

"Hey, hey, hey!! You little brat!!" Zhuo Siqing immediately panicked and lunged over