"I think this twelve-year-old girl's painting could sell the highest price at the auction," a commenter suggested.

"I agree. And a five-year-old boy is participating too? Does he even know how to use a brush?" another commenter quipped.

“I guess he's just soaking in the experience," another commenter chimed in.

The following day, just before the youth art exhibition kicked off, the spacious hall buzzed with excitement.

Wealthy patrons and intrigued onlookers, many family members of the youthful artists, mixed and mingled.

The emcee, microphone in hand, greeted the crowd, "Welcome, everyone, to our city's inaugural youth art exhibition. We're thrilled to display the talents of these young artists. All the participants will finish their artworks on the spot. Some of you might even find a piece worth taking home. Let's begin..."

Jerrold and a gray-haired Kenneth awaited the start of the event.

Kenneth gently patted him on the head. “Just paint like you do at home. No pressure."

"I understand," Jerrold responded, full of assurance.

Nearby, Jenna and Vera arrived, catching sight of Jerrold's name flashing on the big screen. Jenna's face clouded over with a scowl.

That boy!

This wasn't home base. It was a battleground of prodigies, and she was itching to see this kid fall flat.

Vera, glimpsing Jerrold's name on the massive screen, felt a surge of envy.

With a top-tier coach, she'd be in the fray too.

She vowed silently that one day, she'd outshine Jerrold.

As the emcee concluded the introductions, each mentor guided their student to their respective studios.

Standing before a colossal easel, Jerrold held his brush pensively.

Kenneth approached, his voice calm. “Relax. There's no rush."

“I will," Jerrold assured him confidently.

Observing Jerrold's serene demeanor, Kenneth grinned and inquired, "So, have you decided on your subject?"

"Yes, I've decided. I'm starting right now," Jerrold declared, and began his artwork.

Outside the room, a tall elderly man walked past Jerrold's studio and glanced inside. Seeing Kenneth, he smirked and entered, teasing, "Kenneth, it's been forever! You've regressed to teaching a five-year-old how to paint, and you brought him here? Are you not concerned about looking foolish?"

The man scrutinized Jerrold, estimating he was barely five.

A five-year-old painting?