Qin Siyuan suddenly grasped her wrist. "Gu Anxi, can’t you listen to me just once?"
This action stunned everyone.
Qin Siyuan wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. Chu Yan whispered, "See? I told you Qin Siyuan likes Gu Anxi."
She sighed, "That heartbroken look in Senior Qin’s eyes is really captivating!"
Heh... but where had this scoundrel disappeared to earlier? He repeatedly indulged his girlfriend in persecuting Gu Anxi. Even a blind man could see how utterly shameless Shen Wanqing was. Was Qin Siyuan the only one blind to it?
On the stage, Gu Anxi struggled a little. "Qin Siyuan, let go of me."
He did not immediately release her, but whispered, "Anxi, please behave."
Gu Anxi still broke free from him and, lowering her head, focused on her drawing.
Her injured hand had recovered significantly, and she could handle the pen with ease. A few simple strokes outlined the main subject, then she adjusted the colors for the surrounding areas. The color palette was very natural.
Of course, Gu Anxi was being very cautious because she was now reproducing the painting Wang Qin had helped her with. From the initial stroke to the overall brushwork, she used techniques nearly identical to Wang Qin’s.
At the time, she had glanced at the drawing, thought it was quite good, and incidentally memorized it.
An oil painting that would normally take over two hours to complete, Gu Anxi finished in just half an hour.
Professor Gao, watching from the side, was now convinced that Gu Anxi had indeed painted the previous piece.
But her talent was indeed unexceptional, unworthy of great praise.
Professor Gao felt quite embarrassed and harshly scolded Lin Qi. Now, almost everyone knew that Lin Qi was the whistleblower.
Lin Qi felt quite wronged. She hoped Shen Wanqing might help her, perhaps by saying a few kind words. Wasn’t Professor Gao her biggest fan?
But Shen Wanqing didn’t utter a single word. Lin Qi was very disappointed but didn’t dare to show it.
With this, Gu Anxi had cleared her name.
Even though everyone in Class Two knew that Wang Qin had actually painted the picture for her, they had nothing to say now. The painting Gu Anxi produced on the spot was a carbon copy of Wang Qin’s.
All eyes turned to Shen Wanqing.
Shen Wanqing dug her fingernails into her palm. She didn’t believe it. Gu Anxi’s drawings were usually so rough. How could this one be so refined?
Heh, you probably didn’t know that the painting you saw was one Gu Anxi drew with her left hand while injured. Now that her right hand has healed, of course she can use her right hand! Besides, even her left hand could outperform you; it’s just that some people are unwilling to admit it.
In fact, the most shocked person was Wang Qin.
That painting was her original creation. After she had finished it, Gu Anxi had only glanced at it a few times while signing her name.
In just a few seconds, she had memorized all of it.
What kind of powerful memory was that?
Others couldn’t feel the intensity of the shock Wang Qin experienced, but they soon would.
Class Two was steeped in a bewildering atmosphere, and Professor Gao didn’t know where to look. Just then, a member from the Qing Da student council hurried over, saying, "Senior Qin, the foreign dignitaries are almost here, but the Head of Publicity, who is in charge of the speech, has a terrible stomach ache and has been stuck in the bathroom!"
His voice grew softer and softer until he was on the verge of tears.
The arriving foreign guests were representatives from Ivy League University, individuals of esteemed status. If Qing Da University messed this up, it would become a laughing stock among all the top universities in the country.
Originally, Qing Da University, upholding the spirit of student autonomy, had entrusted this task to the student council, with an outstanding student slated to deliver the speech. The speech had been written, and only that female student had accessed the copy.
Now, there were only ten minutes left before the foreign delegates arrived.