In the live broadcast room, the fans were quiet as chickens, silently licking the screen.
Ryan glanced at Shaw, then at Nora.
Sothing felt off.
"Where are you two going?" Ryan decided to ask more.
"None of your damn business!"
Shaw didn’t even think before snapping back.
Having exited the 1101 project, it was no longer a collaboration, and Ryan didn’t even want to look at him. He directly asked Nora, "Shaw’s ’Mist Seeing Flower’ exhibit, did you have a hand in that?"
The exhibit was drawn by Nora and made by Shaw. But Nora was worried that her na being attached to it would alert Aaron Scott and Adrian Sullivan, making the plan difficult to execute. So while she registered her real na, she requested the exhibition to keep it confidential and not disclose her na.
Only a few people knew.
However, Ryan had seen the chemistry between Shaw and Nora and knew Shaw was more of a hands-on type with little creativity. So when he saw the exhibit, he thought soone else made the drawings and even considered it might be Nora.
But he wasn’t sure.
— After all, the exhibit was flashy, without a hint of chanical Techniques, and didn’t impress people as much as the "1101 project model made in a week."
"Hmm." Nora was pretty truthful and admitted, "I designed it."
"...Far below your standards." Ryan frowned, offering a very straightforward critique.
"That’s because you’re blind!"
Shaw was so angry he nearly rolled up his sleeves.
"But it’s above your standards." Ryan gave him a sidelong glance, ruthlessly stabbing Shaw, "The carving skills aren’t possessed by your team."
"You—"
Shaw decided to have it out with him later.
However, Nora nodded, quite agreeing, "Your eye is pretty good."
Their exhibit was called "Mist Seeing Flower," which appeared to be a wood sculpture presentation. The prototype was Bernardo Quinn’s ink painting nad "Mist Seeing Flower," one of his representative works, usually displayed in the National Museum, now brought out.
It indeed attracted a fair amount of attention.
But most people ca for Bernardo Quinn’s reputation. As for the restoration of "Mist Seeing Flower" into a wooden sculpture, aside from thinking it was creative and technically good, there wasn’t much else.
After all, there were genuinely skilled old artists dostically, and their level was above average, but not top-tier.
— Mainly because one couldn’t see much effort put into the carving.
Actually, Ryan felt that pieces leaning towards carving skills couldn’t fully showcase Nora and Shaw’s abilities. Their choice of the carving area proved they would lose the advantage they should have had in the exhibition. It felt like the two of them were just jumping on this international art exhibition for exposure, casually throwing sothing together.
But—
Nora’s laid-back "your eye is pretty good," neither angry nor upset deanor made Ryan sowhat intrigued.
Whether it was Nora’s outrageous behavior during the 1101 project leaving a huge psychological shadow or what, whenever he saw Nora calm and unconcerned, he got a nervous tingling, always having a feeling of an impending twist.
"I just happen to have nothing to do." Ryan said with a deeper aning.
Shaw still bore a grudge, rolling his eyes at him, "If you want to follow, follow. Why all the talk?"
Ryan: "..."
On account of "anticipating Nora’s outrageous maneuver," Ryan decided not to fuss over a word or two with Shaw.
— Normally, he’d have walked away long ago.
Moreover, Ryan had a vague suspicion about Nora that hadn’t been confird.
*
The enthusiastic reaction from the live broadcast room’s comnts caught the attention of a couple of hosts on the second floor.
A young host, seeing this, chuckled and couldn’t help interacting with the audience: "Is Nora here, for real? Where is she now? I’ll go interview her."
Finally, a host ntioned Nora, and the audience was eager not to miss the chance, actively guiding the host’s direction.
[She went to the "Mist Seeing Flower" in area B!]
[Mist Seeing Flower!]
[Friends at the art exhibition have given the line report, stopped at "Mist Seeing Flower"! Hurry over, bro!]
...
The host saw and heeded the public’s opinion, indeed heading over.
anwhile, the live broadcast room’s comnts began discussing the "Mist Seeing Flower" exhibit.
[The introduction of "Mist Seeing Flower" will probably begin in about twenty minutes. I saw the morning visitors’ reviews; they said it was average. It restores Bernardo Quinn’s work "Mist Seeing Flower," very lifelike, but among so many exhibits, it doesn’t stand out.]
[Rember "Fire"? A wood sculpture-thed movie, Nora is a cultural consultant for the wood sculpture section. It’s possible Nora was involved in "Mist Seeing Flower."]
[If "Mist Seeing Flower" is indeed Nora’s work, it wouldn’t be a slap in the face, right? Fairy Nora is probably crashing this ti.]
[Haha this ti there are too many big shots at the art exhibition, Fairy Nora’s protagonist halo probably won’t hold, it’s going to collapse.]
[It’s year-end, Nora can’t make any surprises, my youth is about to end.]
[My youth has ended. 1]
[So disappointed, didn’t see Nora make a coback. Co on, let soone sponsor Nora and drop an exploit from the heavens! Let’s bow our heads in awe.]
[You guys are so an. Crying when you’re slapped, and offering your face voluntarily when not.]
[Honestly, if Nora really cos up with a new trick again, I swear I won’t bash her anymore. I’ll buy a hundred sets of her new book for her fans.]
...
As the comnts actively responded, the host wandered around and finally found Nora’s figure in front of the "Mist Seeing Flower" exhibit.
The host’s eyes lit up.
He hurriedly signaled the cara following him to zoom in on the scene.
At that mont, Nora was standing in front of the exhibit, looking at the "Mist Seeing Flower" work, holding an ice cream given by Shaw, enjoying it quite a lot.
"Miss Scott!"
The host’s shout attracted Nora’s attention.
She was wearing a wide-brimd hat and sunglasses, with an ice cream in her mouth, her clearly defined fingers clutching a bamboo stick. When she turned towards the sound, an aura of leisure and languor surrounded her, setting her apart in the bustling crowd. Even without a clear view of her face, her beauty was srizing.
[I want to turn her into a painting.]
[If she were mute, I’d definitely be a fan.]
[A perfectly beautiful woman, but insists on speaking.]
...
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