Sheng Yanxiao drove Su Weiyi straight to the Art College entrance. Just as Su Weiyi was about to go inside, her wrist was suddenly caught by him. They were standing in a relatively secluded spot with a large tree blocking them in front. Sheng Yanxiao quickly touched her forehead lightly: "Don’t worry, I won’t let you suffer any grievances."

The preparatory bell had already rung, and Su Weiyi couldn’t dwell on the meaning behind his words. She quickly hurried to the classroom.

This class was the one where the drafts were to be submitted. As soon as she entered, Su Weiyi’s gaze met Zhang Ziyu’s. The anger that had dissipated instantly flared up again upon seeing Zhang Ziyu’s smug expression.

Su Weiyi frowned, walked over to Su Man, and sat down beside her. Xie Xiaoran suddenly placed a sheet of paper in front of her. Su Weiyi was puzzled, and then felt her phone vibrate—it was a message from Xie Xiaoran: [I drew this on short notice; use it first. Don’t let her be smug.]

Su Weiyi understood, just like Sheng Yanxiao, Xie Xiaoran was very rational. They were both thinking about how to solve the problem. If Su Weiyi gave up because of that incident, it would be a loss for her even if Zhang Ziyu’s true nature was exposed to everyone.

So Xie Xiaoran’s solution was to draw a picture for her first so she could deal with the current situation.

Su Weiyi smiled and shook her head, patted her backpack, and mouthed silently: "I have it."

As the class reached the end, with twenty minutes left before it concluded, the teacher on the podium suddenly asked the class president to collect the competing artworks. Then, a few teachers came in from outside, all professors or associate professors from the Art College.

The people below started whispering among themselves. So, was the class election about to begin?

But wasn’t this kind of thing usually just between the teachers? Why was it public this time, during class?

"Students, as you all know, this time only the top three will be selected from each class. To ensure fairness, the election method has changed. Teachers have voting rights, and so do you. Anonymous voting will take place shortly."

As soon as the teacher finished speaking, there was an uproar below. Is this not too informal?

But after the class election, there would be further elections, so perhaps it wasn’t much of a concern after all.

The projector on the podium began displaying each student’s work. Voting was anonymous, and the name was not shown while presenting the work.

Everyone remained silent, and inexplicably, Su Weiyi felt a bit nervous. Everyone else’s works were carefully prepared, while hers was done in a rush overnight. Although she thought she didn’t care about the results anymore, she realized she still felt a bit unwilling.

Su Weiyi lowered her eyes. When a certain piece was displayed, the previously quiet environment suddenly erupted into quite a commotion. Su Weiyi raised her eyes to look; it was an abstract work, but the composition and brushwork were very mature. She instinctively glanced at Xie Xiaoran.

Xie Xiaoran had no expression but obviously, the piece was hers.

Su Weiyi lowered her eyes again. A while later, there was another small uproar, not as exaggerated as before, but clearly another notable work had been seen. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Su Weiyi raised her eyes and was stunned.

It was a long scroll, composed of four naturally connected images, depicting the four seasons and a student’s journey from entering college as a freshman to graduation as a senior. The background selected was among the most beautiful scenes from Q University.