บท 77: Chapter 68 Lanci's Sincerity_1

The art class had begun in a peaceful atmosphere.

The slender silver lamps hanging on the wall emitted a warm glow, illuminating the neatly framed canvases and flooding the classroom with light, accentuating the long, wooden benches.

The air was filled with a faint scent of paint and canvas.

Senior art professor Mogut stood dressed in a vintage black suit. His shiny red silk bow tie added a touch of elegance to his serious demeanor under the soft lighting. In his hands, he held a painting - a work of art filled with enigmatic depth. He was waiting for a student to voluntarily answer his question.

The classroom was imbued with an oppressive silence.

If no student stepped forward, Professor Mogut would randomly select one to start the first round of questioning.

Yet,

At this moment,

A hand unexpectedly rose into the air.

Every pair of demonic eyes turned towards that raised hand—