CHAPTER 121: CHAPTER 121: USING THE TEACHER

Amelia Wright was unaware of this minor incident.

She actually didn’t have much impression of Rose Taylor. Reborn in this life, Amelia was very clear about what she needed to do and wouldn’t pay much attention to inconsequential people and matters.

Recently, with her teacher’s help, the second round of her competition entries had basically been decided.

The second round of the national painting exhibition involved painting live on the spot with no constraints on subject matter or theme, allowing for personal creativity.

Many people would start preparing very early, even one or two years in advance.

But Amelia Wright prepared just one week ahead...

No matter which teacher’s student was so casual, they would likely be scolded severely.

However, Robert Reed knew that for his student, there wouldn’t be much progress in terms of painting skills in a short period; she just needed to feel at ease.

These past few days, Robert Reed talked more about life and stories with the Wright family.

He gave Amelia Wright a calming pill.

As soon as Amelia appeared, Robert Reed greeted, "Little disciple, today I am going to a birthday party for an old geezer, so I won’t keep an eye on you. Feel free to paint whatever you like."

Amelia asked casually, "Who is it?"

"Matt Rowe."

Amelia’s expression slightly stiffened.

Matt Rowe, a famous contemporary writer, was renowned in literary circles as a sharp pen.

His words always pierced straight to the heart.

In the previous life, when the Allen family was in trouble and her father was at his wits’ end, he sought Matt Rowe’s help. If Matt Rowe were willing to assist, he could have incisively revealed the truth to the public.

But because they had no personal connection with Matt Rowe, he refused.

Amelia had always wanted to befriend Matt Rowe to prepare in case of future need, but she never got the chance.

Now, she quietly said, "Teacher, can I go with you?"

Robert Reed was surprised, "Don’t you dislike these social gatherings? That old geezer is rigid and cold-blooded; you might not like him."

"Teacher, I really like Old Rowe’s works. I want to go and have a look, is that okay?"

Robert Reed was genuinely kind to Amelia Wright, his student.

It was rare for his disciple to have something she wanted to do, so he agreed with a smile, "Okay, if you want to go, I’ll take you with me. Bringing my only student along gives that old geezer some face."

Amelia lowered her head, not daring to look at Robert Reed.

The teacher was too good to her, and she couldn’t deserve such kindness.

She used her teacher to get close to Matt Rowe.

She knew that Matt Bennett would have a near-miss with a heart attack at his 60th birthday party.

In her previous life, despite studying traditional Chinese medicine for so long, she couldn’t save herself from cancer but she could handle emergency situations.

Robert Reed took Amelia Wright to Matt Rowe’s birthday party.

It was held at a farm. It was said that Matt Rowe usually lived there, cultivating flowers and fishing, and he hadn’t invited many people this time either.

Looking at this remote place, Amelia finally understood why Matt Rowe had almost had an accident in the previous life; it was probably because it was too remote to rush to a hospital in time.

As soon as Robert Reed led Amelia over, an old man in a traditional Chinese tunic appeared.

Frowning with dissatisfaction, he said, "Robert Reed, why are you so late? I was waiting to fish with you. Did you think you were just coming here to have a meal?"

Robert Reed retorted unceremoniously, "You old geezer, all you know is fishing, and it’s not even late. I even brought my student today; that’s enough face for you."

Called an old geezer, Matt Rowe wasn’t angry.

It was clear that these two old men had a great relationship.

One was a master in the painting world, and the other held a high position in the literary world.

In usual times, neither would mention the other outside, so most people didn’t know they had been privately acquainted for decades.

Amelia Wright didn’t know before either.

But now she knew.

Matt Rowe glanced at Amelia from head to toe without giving any comment.

He just grabbed Robert Reed and walked away, "Hurry up. We’re only waiting for you, and the bait is mixed and ready."

Robert Reed staggered from being pulled, cursed "damn old man" again, but still followed.

Not forgetting to instruct Amelia Wright, "Little disciple, if you’re bored, feel free to wander around."

Amelia replied softly, "I’m not bored, I’ll go fishing with my teacher."

Robert Reed looked smugly at Matt Rowe, "See that? How’s my student? She’s not only talented and hardworking but also very respectful to her teachers."

Amelia followed quietly behind.

She couldn’t help but clench her fist, feeling she was indeed hypocritical.

She wanted to follow because she wasn’t sure what time Matt Bennett would fall ill today.

Reborn, Amelia could act without hesitation when it came to her plans.

But when those plans involved people who were good to her, things started to change.

Amelia felt her scheming was like a sharp blade, stabbing her over and over as she navigated without betraying any emotions.

But she still proceeded with it.

At the side of the pond on the farm, several old men were already waiting.

"Old Reed, you’re finally here. Matt refused to start without you; we’ve been waiting for ages. You should be penalized."

Robert Reed, panting, said, "You old guys always latch onto a mistake. I’ll treat you all to dinner later, and I’ll drink three glasses as punishment, okay?"

"Fine, you said it yourself. Not one glass less. Come on, those marked spots are prepped with bait. Choose one."

Aside from writing, Matt Rowe only loved fishing and had lots of fishing gear.

As Robert Reed went over, he handed Amelia a set too.

Matt Rowe frowned as his fishing gear wasn’t for just anyone to touch.

But seeing how much Robert Reed treasured this student, he didn’t say anything.

Amelia took a set of fishing gear, walked to a fishing spot, and started baiting and casting like they did.

Amelia had never fished before, but she mimicked them so well that the old men thought she had fished before, so no one taught her anything.

Next, Amelia quietly waited.

Robert Reed and the others occasionally murmured a few words.

Most fisherfolk knew to keep the environment quiet, refrain from speaking loudly, and minimize movement, with every action carried out gently.

Few young people liked fishing, often because they lacked patience and couldn’t calm their minds.

But Amelia was too quiet, so much so that the old men couldn’t help but glance at her a few more times.

Soon, Amelia’s side had a fish hooked.

Not knowing what to do, she directly pulled the rod and reeled in, but her movements were too large, and the fish escaped the hook, leaving her with nothing.

The surrounding old men frowned at this.

Matt Rowe whispered to Robert Reed, "Your student doesn’t seem to know how to fish at all."

Robert Reed’s eyes widened, "So what if she doesn’t know how to fish? Who said she has to know? As long as she’s happy, let her play!"

Robert Reed had always felt that Amelia’s life lacked hobbies and desires. It was rare for her to be willing to accompany him for a walk, to fish, so what if she didn’t know how!

Unable to argue with Robert Reed, Matt Rowe snorted, "I’m too lazy to argue with you. Don’t scare away my fish."

Robert Reed smiled and comforted Amelia Wright, "It’s okay, whether you catch a fish or not doesn’t matter as long as you have fun."

Amelia felt a sudden pang of pain inside.