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Chapter 1019: Chapter 1001: Master Uland is Too Heartless

Chapter 1019: Chapter 1001: Master Uland is Too Heartless

Waiting for Class 3 to leave, Xaviera Evans found a corner and made a call to Master Uland. After connecting, she cautiously said, “Master, I must admit a mistake, please calm down!”

Page Uland was sitting in the courtyard with his eyes closed, in a good mood, “Let me hear it.”

Xaviera nervously started, “Libanan University is holding a calligraphy competition. All the teachers and students can participate. No one in our class is good at calligraphy, so I went and submitted the calligraphy work I wrote before.”

Xaviera was self-aware and knew that her calligraphy skills were not great, but they couldn’t be that bad, right? Why did Sean Price and Caleb Mamet both show that difficult-to-describe expression? She later asked Steve Price, and he said, ‘My lady, you will definitely crush the competition in such contests!’

Steve Price thought her work was great, but Master Uland said she had no talent in calligraphy and that it was embarrassing to even mention. She was confused, so she decided to ask her Master.

Upon hearing this, Page Uland quickly sat up from his chair, exclaiming with excitement, “What? You participated in a calligraphy competition?”

Xaviera swallowed, “Yes.”

Page Uland suddenly felt heartbroken, “Xaviera! Haven’t I told you that your calligraphy skills are not good enough? Why did you still participate in the competition? Your oil paintings are indeed perfect, but your calligraphy really lacks talent. Just look at the characters you wrote, they don’t look like something taught by me at all. When you go out, don’t even mention me as your Master, it’s embarrassing!”

Xaviera: “…” Was Master Uland too heartless?

As expected, she was too confident. Steve Price’s words were just to console her. Her Master was a top national calligrapher. If he said her skills weren’t good enough to compete, they must be really bad.

Only then did Xaviera realize the expressions on Caleb Mamet and Sean Price’s faces clearly meant that she would embarrass herself, but they didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so they didn’t say it directly. But now that she had submitted her work, she couldn’t just steal it back.

Seeing that she was silent, Page Uland comforted her softly, “Xaviera! You’re already amazing. No one is perfect, and you can’t be great at everything. Calligraphy requires talent, just give it up!”

Xaviera nodded her head, “I understand.”

On the other end of the phone, Page Uland’s disciple had a strange expression. His master’s expectations of Miss Evans were higher than his own, but who in the calligraphy world claimed to surpass Page Uland?

After hanging up the phone, Xaviera’s eyes were full of loss, looking like a poor little kitten.

Meanwhile, Winifred Drew went to the judges’ rest area. She was familiar with both of the invited judges, and Mr. Lentz was her uncle.

Seeing her come in, Joan Lentz chatted with her for a while. When he was about to leave, Winifred hesitated to speak, “Uncle Lentz.”

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She seemed to struggle with her words, taking a deep breath and saying, “I just went to the Calligraphy and Painting Department and saw a calligraphy work that is simply too perfect. It’s like the work of a famous calligrapher. I find it very strange, but I’m afraid I might misunderstand the contestant, so could you come and take a look with me?”

Joan Lentz always believed in fairness in the judging process. It was because of his impartiality that Winifred came to him. If he discovered someone had a substitute writer, he would definitely not spare Xaviera.

Joan Lentz frowned, “You find it strange? Well, let’s go and check it out.”

Winifred Drew and Joan Lentz came to the Calligraphy and Painting Department office. Seeing the famous calligraphy master arrive, the department chairman was surprised and hurried forward excitedly, “Mr. Lentz, what brings you here?”

Joan Lentz relayed calmly, “The competition will not start for a while, so I thought I’d take a look in advance. You all continue your work; Winifred will show me around.”

The chairman didn’t suspect anything and nodded, “Mr. Lentz, all the works are here, please take a look at your leisure. We have to go back to class.”

Waiting for everyone to leave, Winifred took out Xaviera’s calligraphy work and placed it in front of Joan Lentz.

Joan Lentz had a high opinion of himself. He didn’t believe Winifred’s words. The students in the school were all in their twenties, so how powerful could their works be? He was the vice president of the National Calligraphy and Painting Association and had seen numerous masterpieces. Naturally, his exposure was more extensive than Winifred’s. The excellent work she mentioned might not be good enough for his taste.

However, when Winifred just placed the work in front of him, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes. He quickly leaned in, his pupils suddenly tightened, and his voice hoarse, he roared, “Impossible!”