PPS Chapter 88
by VolareChapter 88: You’ve Already Lost Miserably Since Birth
Chu Zhaoyi had been gone for three hours. When he returned to the competition, most people already had finished works on their easels.
Xie Haoran could no longer hide the smug look in his eyes.
Xie Haoran looked at Chu Zhaoyi, unable to conceal the triumphant expression. In his opinion, Chu Zhaoyi had been delayed for a full three hours due to the accident. He now undoubtedly held an absolute advantage, and victory was already in his grasp.
His eyes gleamed with confidence and disdain, as if he already saw the dawn of victory.
In truth, based on his skill level, he was undoubtedly the best in the room besides Chu Zhaoyi. That is, if something unexpected happened to Chu Zhaoyi causing him to underperform, he could absolutely take first place. And if Chu Zhaoyi was not affected, he could use his injured hand as an excuse, claiming that he was affected.
In short, he couldn’t lose too badly in this competition.
Chu Zhaoyi didn’t look at him. He went straight to his position and picked up his brush.
No one believed that he could create a work in just two hours that would surpass the works of the ten people present.
Xie Haoran thought so too.
So, when the two hours ended and everyone submitted their works in turn, Xie Haoran’s face was full of confidence.
After submitting the works, they had to wait half an hour, during which the ten participants had to wait in a designated area.
Chu Zhaoyi sat quietly to one side. Everyone else was chatting with each other, making him seem a bit out of place, but he never cared about such things.
His gaze cut through the crowd, landing directly on a certain spot below the stage. Seeing the familiar figure, the corners of his mouth curved up.
Gu Yusen also noticed Chu Zhaoyi’s gaze and immediately returned a big smile, as if to reassure him.
Sometimes Chu Zhaoyi felt that Gu Yusen was like a big dog, a golden retriever type, sunny and cheerful every day, always trying to amuse himself. Even if he provoked anger, he would painstakingly coax him, and he never tired of it.
Zhang Haoyu, who was beside him, saw Chu Zhaoyi looking over and hurriedly stood up and waved. Hehe, unexpected, right? He also came, just a little late because of something to do in the afternoon.
This seat was reserved for him by Gu Yusen. Chu Zhaoyi certainly wouldn’t have remembered to reserve a seat for Zhang Haoyu. It was Zhang Haoyu himself who eagerly sought Gu Yusen to get him a seat.
As for Xie’s mother and daughter behind Gu Yusen, they didn’t know where they had gone; their seats were still empty.
Half an hour could feel long or short. The five experts over there were in a heated discussion, or rather, a particularly intense argument. Three little old men and two little old ladies, the five of them argued until their faces were red and their necks were thick.
None of them would yield to the other.
After all, art does have a very strong subjectivity. Some people prefer a more realistic style, while others care more about the expression of emotions.
Each had their own views.
In the end, no one knew who won. The five reluctantly reached a consensus and returned to their seats as judges, but the gazes that fell on the contestants were particularly complex.
The ten contestants took the stage. As Chu Zhaoyi was preparing to stand up, a shadow fell in front of him.
It was Xie Haoran again.
“Chu Zhaoyi, do you think you can still win? You’ve already lost miserably since birth.” Xie Haoran was condescending, his eyes filled with disdain as he stared coldly at Chu Zhaoyi’s exceptionally delicate face, his tone carrying a hint of provocation.
Even now, he was still trying to provoke Chu Zhaoyi.
But so what?
Chu Zhaoyi didn’t choose to ignore him as usual. He slowly raised his head, his gaze meeting Xie Haoran’s high and mighty gaze. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a hint of a mocking arc.
“Xie Haoran, save your bragging for later.”