"We just can't be bothered to embarrass ourselves here like you. With skills like that, we wouldn't go to all that trouble to find someone to get our painting displayed here." One of the girls folded her arms across her chest and spoke carelessly.
Gu Luosheng couldn't listen to another word. "Hold on, let me say something fair. I haven't seen your work, so I don't know how good you are, but from what you've just said, I get the feeling you're pretty trash. It's fine if you're trash yourselves, but could you please not use your trash judgment to call someone else's work trash?"
Those words... were incredible.
Shen Zhizhi's eyes lit up as she listened.
So insults could be this sophisticated.
The three girls exchanged looks, taking a long time to finally register what had happened.
"Wait... did she just insult us?"
The corner of Gu Luosheng's mouth twitched. "Forget it. This is no fun. People can't even understand when I insult them anymore..."
"Who do you think you are? You're just some passerby. What the hell do you know? She painted a pile of shit, and you actually think it smells good?" The girl glared angrily at Gu Luosheng.
Gu Luosheng wasn't angry at all. Instead... her eyes crinkled with amusement as she calmly addressed the girl. "Some people can paint shit and turn it into flowers. Others can't even paint a flower properly when you put one in front of them to copy. Do you understand what I mean? Real art requires settling down and creating, not throwing impotent tantrums like you."
Every word Gu Luosheng spoke was cutting, and she really got under their skin.
"Stop lecturing us. I'm telling you, the judges haven't even said anything yet. As far as we're concerned, this piece