Confused, Lily looked at her grandfather. “Grandfather, what’s wrong with me being the competition judge?” Master Springsteen looked at her seriously. “Your painting has improved a lot since last time.” Lily’s eyes gleamed with delight, but before she could smile, her grandfather said, “But it’s not enough to make you a good judge yet. Others might not say anything about your painting, but as your grandfather, it is my duty to tell you the truth.” Lily’s expression froze. She frowned and argued, “Are you saying that my painting is mediocre?” “That’s right. You might look good while you paint, but you are not there in terms of skills yet. You lack the idealization and experience, so you need to practice more.” Master Springsteen was reluctant to hit her with the proverbial pail of cold water, but it was a fact. He pursed his lips and sighed. “Compared to Simon and the other two veterans, your painting is too far behind.” Lily clenched her fists and asked reluctantly, “What a
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