Chapter 308 He Wasn't Excited
Unexpectedly, Rebecca, ranked tenth, actually knew Avoida?
The journalists who could sit still were now standing up one after another.
They couldn’t wait to rush to the stage.
"Ms. Pristley, what did you just say? Do you know Avoida? Are you old acquaintances with her?"
Rebecca nodded.
"Yes, I met her five years ago."
"That day, I packed all my tools and stuffed them into the trash can."
"Then, I saw a person coming over and patting the bag that was still exposed."
"She asked me only one question."
"If you plan to give up now, how much pain will you suffer in the future?"
Rebecca's thoughts raced.
She remembered that cloudy afternoon, an inexperienced young girl, with a high ponytail, possessing a pair of clean and bright eyes, said something that were out of character for her, sounding old-fashioned.
The journalists couldn't help but want to know more.
"How did Avoida know you were a painter?"
Rebecca raised her hand, saying "She saw calluses on my hands."
"I told her that I didn’t want to give up, but I have no other choice."
"Fifteen years of persistence have exhausted me."
The journalists asked eagerly, "And then?"
They seemed to have forgotten that this was a live broadcast, each one was interested about that as if listening to a story.
"Then, Avoida said, “ I can help you”."
"She pointed me in the right direction."
"I don't know how to describe that feeling, like a fish constantly struggling in a shallow puddle on the shore suddenly being put into the sea."
"When I was enlightened by her words and everything became clear."
[Those who also draw understand very well. Sometimes during a bottleneck period, you really can't draw anything, and you feel that what you draw is getting worse and worse.]
[Oh my God, if it weren't for Avoida, Rebecca might have stopped drawing long ago!]
[Avoida is so amazing!]
In the lively live broadcast room, there were professionals and amateurs.
But the audience in the venue and the award winners on stage couldn't help but gasp.
Because pointing in the right direction was not something that can be easily done.
A journalist asked a crucial question, "How long did Avoida guide you?"
Everyone held their breath.
Maybe a year?
Or a few months?
However, Rebecca smiled slightly.
"Just one day."
"She guided me for just one day."
One of the people who had already received a trophy trembled, so the trophy fell to the ground.
The quiet venue suddenly became abuzz with discussion.
"One day? How is that possible!"
"If Rebecca is not lying, it's simply terrifying."
"Rebecca hadn't made it to the top ten in fifteen years, but after a single guidance from Avoida, she jumped straight to tenth place, and even stayed there for a long time."
Everyone knew that the Rebecca made a lot of effort standing here, not regarding as a talent.
Otherwise, she wouldn't need any help to stand here.
Just as Luann was listening attentively. Her arm suddenly hurt.
Emma grabbed her arm tightly, and her face was flushed with excitement.
"Avoida is amazing! She's so great! I admire her more and more. I wish I were a man, then I could be her gigolo!"
Luann quietly pulled her hand away.
The journalists anxiously asked, "Where is Avoida? Where is she?"
Rebecca gave a mysterious smile, took a step back, as if she didn't want to say more.
The heat that had just been ignited didn't easily dissipate.
Because of her speech, everyone was discussing Avoida, completely ignoring the speeches of the other award winners.
However, the award winners voluntarily kept their speeches brief and to the point.
"Emma."
Lionel bent down and walked over from not far away.
Emma waved excitedly at him.
"It’s lucky that I didn't miss it!"
"Avoida hasn't come out yet!"
Lionel walked over, only to find that there were three of them but only two seats.
He politely nodded to Luann.
"Ms. Weaver."
"I'll go somewhere else..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Luann said, "It's okay, you sit. I have to go."
Emma asked in confusion, "Go? Where are you going?"
Before Luann could answer, the microphone on stage sounded.
A cold and aloof voice without a hint of warmth came out.
"My name is Ethan."
Emma stiffened, turned her head back belatedly.
"Oh my God!"
"Why did Myron go up there!"
Luann was speechless for a moment.
"You just noticed?"
Emma's eyes were red, "I've been looking for Avoida, watching Rebecca and my phone, I really didn't pay attention to the scene."
"What's going on , Luann? Who is Ethan... Isn't it the name of the second place? Did Myron get second place? Wait, when did he start painting!"
Emma threw out a series of questions.
The journalists began to ask.
"Ethan? Does your name have any significance?"
Myron's lips curved into a smile, rarely showing such a gentle side in front of everyone.
"You must be participating for the first time, right? I've never seen you before."
"You've outperformed everyone in this competition, becoming this year's dark horse, just a little behind the first place Avoida."
"Are you feeling excited now?"
[How did the journalist see that Myron was excited?]
[The smile on his face when Luann was mentioned was so sweet!]
[By the way, is he the youngest award winner?]
[Probably, although there are some who are twenty-five or twenty-six, but their rankings are too low to be of reference.]
[Exactly!]
Myron said casually, "If I could have the first place next to me, I think I would be even more excited."
Everyone couldn't help but look around.
[Luann is still sitting below. Myron, be careful with your words!]
[Although Avoida could be Myron's mother in terms of age, she is still a woman, so he should be more cautious.]
Just as the online discussions were heating up, the atmosphere at the venue became tense in a straight line.
Myron spoke again.
His voice was clear and gentle, with a smile in his words.
His soft gaze, through the crowd, met Luann's eyes.
"Seat number 362 in the fourth row, could you please come up."
The spotlight seemed to highlight Myron's words, landing precisely on Luann.
In that moment, all eyes in the room converged!
