Rebirth of the Real Daughter: The Max Level Boss is a White Lotus

The woman's words were like thunder, exploding in the conference hall, and everyone's faces showed shock.

Zhou Feifei's face turned pale in an instant. She wanted to refute, but found herself speechless.

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

Zhou Feifei finally couldn't help it, pointed at the woman's nose and yelled, "What qualifications do you have to say that my painting is not good?!"

The woman chuckled, and the laughter seemed particularly strange under the mask, but it inexplicably carried a powerful aura.

"Because my eyes are sharper than yours." The woman said lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"You..." Zhou Feifei was so angry that she was shaking all over. She pointed at the woman and kept saying "you" for a long time but couldn't say anything.

"What's wrong? Are you angry and embarrassed because I said it?" The woman looked at Zhou Feifei provocatively, her tone full of disdain.

"Shut up! You don't understand anything!"

Zhou Feifei yelled hysterically.

"Not convinced?" The woman seemed to see through Zhou Feifei's thoughts.

Zhou Lianhua ignored Zhou Feifei. She walked straight to the center of the stage, set up the drawing board, picked up the paintbrush, and began painting.

Her movements were smooth and seamless, as if they had been honed through thousands of trials and tribulations.

Everyone held their breath and watched Zhou Lianhua painting intently.

As time went by, a painting gradually took shape under Zhou Lianhua's pen.

It was a portrait.

The woman in the painting is dressed in white, with long hair like a waterfall, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and a cold temperament, just like a banished immortal.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, outlining a faint smile.

But there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, as if they were hiding an unknown past.

The whole painting has smooth lines, bright colors, and lifelike characters, as if they are about to walk out of the painting.

More importantly, this painting contains a powerful emotional force that makes people want to get closer and explore the inner world of the woman in the painting.

"Okay." The woman said lightly.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately gathered around, wanting to see the true appearance of the painting.

"This……"

"How can this be?!"

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd, and everyone was shocked by the mysterious guest's painting.

“This painting is absolutely beautiful!”

“I feel like my soul has been sucked into this painting!”

"This is real art!"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd and the sound of praise was endless.

Zhou Feifei looked at everything in front of her in disbelief. She could never have imagined it.

This mysterious guest was able to create such stunning paintings in such a short time.

But she vaguely realized that this woman was Zhou Lianhua!

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

Zhou Feifei muttered to herself, her face was as pale as paper and her body was shaking.

"you lose."

Zhou Lianhua's voice was calm and indifferent, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhou Feifei's heart hard.

Zhou Feifei felt a black screen in front of her eyes, her legs went limp, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

"No, it's impossible..." She muttered to herself, shaking her head desperately, unable to accept this fact.

She has worked hard for so many years just to become a favored daughter of heaven who is the focus of everyone's attention.

But now, all the efforts and expectations turned into nothing in an instant, and collapsed with just a few strokes of this woman.

"Fei Fei!" Wang Qian'er hurriedly supported the staggering Zhou Feifei and looked at her pale face with heartache.

"How could this happen? How could this happen..."

Zhou Feifei held Wang Qianer's arm tightly.

Wang Qianer looked at Zhou Feifei's collapse and her heart was filled with anger and unwillingness.

She raised her head sharply, looked at the masked woman, and said through gritted teeth: "Who are you?!"

"You don't deserve to know."

The woman responded indifferently, her tone full of contempt.

She turned and left.

The competition process is still ongoing.

"After unanimous selection by the judges, the champion of this competition is..."

The host paused deliberately to whet everyone's appetite.

Zhou Feifei's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she stared at the host nervously, looking forward to the final result.

"The champion of this competition is... Li Xiaoli!" the host announced loudly.

Upon hearing the result, Zhou Feifei was stunned, as if she had been struck by lightning, and her whole body froze in place.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?"

Zhou Feifei's mind went blank and she was unable to accept this cruel reality.

She had clearly received recognition from the judges, so why didn't she win the championship in the end?

"Feifei, don't be discouraged, you are already great!"

Wang Qianer noticed Zhou Feifei's loss, gently held her hand and whispered to comfort her.

Zhou Feifei turned to look at Wang Qianer, holding back the tears in her eyes and forcing a smile.

"I can not be reconciled."

Zhou Feifei looked at the stage in disbelief. Li Xiaoli was holding the trophy with a bright smile.

She couldn't figure out why.

Why is the work that I have worked so hard on evaluated as “mediocre”?

Why did Li Xiaoli's work receive unanimous recognition from the judges?

She stood up suddenly and pointed at the big screen on the stage. It was Li Xiaoli's entry - an abstract painting.

"I don't accept it!" Zhou Feifei's voice echoed in the competition venue, with a slight tremor, but extremely firm.

Everyone's eyes were focused on her, with surprise, confusion, and all kinds of emotions intertwined.

Wang Qianer pulled Zhou Feifei's clothes anxiously and whispered, "Fei Fei, don't be like this..."

Zhou Feifei gently pushed her mother's hand away, stared at the judges with burning eyes, and asked word by word: "Excuse me, judges, what is so good about Li Xiaoli's work?"

There was a hint of anger, a hint of unwillingness, and a hint of confusion in her tone.

Chairman Lan on the judges' panel frowned slightly, seeming dissatisfied with Zhou Feifei's questioning.

But he still patiently explained: "Although Li Xiaoli's work is not as good as yours in terms of technique, it is far superior to you in terms of creativity and thought."

"Creativity? Thoughtfulness?" Zhou Feifei sneered, "What kind of thought can an abstract painting of dead leaves have?"

She pointed at the painting on the screen and exclaimed, “This painting has chaotic lines and messy colors. I can’t see any beauty or meaning in it!”

"All I see is a mess, a meaningless mess!"

Zhou Feifei's words were sharp and harsh, like a sharp blade piercing Li Xiaoli's heart.

The smile on Li Xiaoli's face suddenly froze, and a trace of hurt flashed in her eyes.

There was a whisper in the audience, some people supported Zhou Feifei, while others accused her of going too far.

Wang Qianer looked at her daughter worriedly. She knew that Zhou Feifei had always been strong-willed, but she had never seen her daughter lose her composure like this.

Chairman Lan's face darkened and his tone became stern: "Zhou Feifei, please watch your words!"

“Art is about thinking. Everyone has different understandings of it. Just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean it’s bad.”

“Are you questioning the professionalism of the judges?”