Ava Wright’s expression froze on her face.
Her first reaction was that Amelia had deceived her.
She must have used her own style; otherwise, it was impossible to get first place.
Not only was she curious, but most people were looking at the name in the first place.
The assessment by Elegant Art is fair and impartial, with the top one hundred works collected and displayed on this campus network screen for viewing.
Immediately, someone publicly clicked on Amelia Wright’s work.
Everyone looked over.
The painting depicted a scene before the arrival of a storm.
Although the sky was clear, just looking at the painting gave everyone a feeling of impending rain, the dark clouds seemed ready to press down, and it even felt like you could smell the rain hitting the sun-baked ground, that moist scent.
Is this... Amelia’s painting?
Ava was stunned too, Amelia did not use her previous painting style.
This was a style that Ava had never seen before, cold yet arrogant.
Compared to Amelia’s previous paintings, this was a sublimation honed under trials.
Ironically, she was still imitating Amelia’s previous work.
However, the fact that Amelia took first place in the small test was quickly overshadowed by another explosive piece of news.
Amelia did not bother to check the results of the test; she was lying down in the classroom, trying to sleep but mostly trapped in nightmares, she just didn’t want to move.
Until the murmuring in the classroom grew louder like the buzzing of mosquitoes.
Amelia frowned and raised her head.
She noticed that the way people were looking at her was not with envy or jealousy, but with pity.
The results of the small test were out, Ava should be coming to question her.
What are they pitying?
At this moment, Ava walked over, not mentioning the test scores at all, but instead with a pained expression said, "Sister, why didn’t you tell me about your divorce?"
Amelia narrowed her eyes slightly.
Ava continued, "The Shaw family has publicly announced it, you are no longer the Young Mrs. Shaw."
Didn’t even have time to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau, was he so eager to announce it?
Ava went on talking to herself, "If you’re getting a divorce, that means the previous rumors online are true, daring to have affairs with both the elder Shaw and Young Master Shaw, Amelia, you’ve really disappointed me."
Right now, Amelia was not very eager to hear news about Godfery Shaw, because her heart, having once died, still hurt. She weakly said, "Move."
Ava stepped back two steps, looking at Amelia with an expression of disappointment.
Seeing Amelia still so audacious, someone immediately jeered.
"Amelia, what do you have to be arrogant about now, everything you have is because you married into the Shaw family. Now that you’re divorced, you’re nothing."
"You even dared to sever ties with the Wright family, dare to plot against the Wright family, how’s that working out for you? Now it’s all for nothing, yet our Ava doesn’t hold grudges and still treats you as a sister, what attitude is this of yours."
"Yeah, what good is artistic talent, what good is it being apprenticed to Master Robert Reed, still unwanted by even Julius Shaw, just a discarded woman."
Amelia’s head ached a little.
Too many people gathering around.
Their overwhelming scent of perfume, various cosmetic odors, and the smell of sweat made Amelia feel nauseated.
She stood up, wanting to leave, but the weakness and dizziness made her slump back into her chair.
Someone spat disdainfully, "Two-timing, promiscuous woman."
"The internet has spread it everywhere now, Amelia, if I were you, I wouldn’t dare to show up at school so brazenly, I’d be digging a hole to crawl into by now."
At this moment, a domineering voice came from the classroom door.
Military boots made a clicking sound on the ground.
A androgynous voice said, "Get lost, all of you, you’re blocking my seat."