Out of the Shadows: Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life Chapter 135 Outshine Everyone

“Uh…”

Simon’s whole body trembled.

Tilda’s painting showed a coiled green snake. It stretched across an old wooden table. The floor was dark and worn, and next to it stood a sliding glass door. Beyond the hallway, a grove of tall pines swayed in the wind. Shadows flickered in shifting shades of green.

The scene was woven with black and green. The table itself carried faint carvings of birds, glowing as if alive. The green snake gave off a strange mist, and if you leaned closer, you could almost smell sharp metal in the air.

It was only the fragrance of ink. Scattered across the table were fallen petals and a few pine needles. In the corner, a cat had strayed into the picture, its tail slipping into view, stepping so elegantly it looked like it might walk right out of the frame.

There weren’t enough words to describe what it felt like to look at that painting. It was too real. It didn’t look like a drawing. It looked like a photo taken with the best camera in the world. But even a camera couldn’t capture that kind of composition. Only imagination on a canvas could hold a world like this. The moment you looked at it, you felt pulled straight into the picture–like you were standing inside that quiet forest.

Simon finally came back to himself. He couldn’t hold back his excitement as he stared at Tilda. “Tilda… how did you even make this?”

“I just sketched whatever came to mind casually,” she said softly.

The class gasped again.

She calls this casual? If this was what she did without trying, then what would she be capable of if she took it seriously?

Kyla’s drawing had been really good. But compared to this, it wasn’t even close. Even to people who didn’t know a thing about art, the gap was clear.

“Tilda,” Simon said quickly, “may I keep this painting for now? One person alone can’t judge a piece like this. I need to call some colleagues to see it!”

His voice shook like he had just found a treasure. It wasn’t just that he doubted his own skill. It was that he was overwhelmed by Tilda’s talent. Her work carried something rare–something born, not taught. A gift that might only appear once in a million people.

“Of course,” Tilda said. “But I have one condition.”

“Anything.”

“Let this count as me finishing this elective. No more credits needed.”

“Approved!” Simon agreed instantly. “But leave me your contact. I’ll forward you the feedback once my friends see this.”

He knew a student like her didn’t need a beginner’s art class. The system, the drills, the rules–it might even ruin her gift. That would be a tragedy. If she kept going on her own path, she was destined to become a star in the art world.

“Thanks.”

Tilda never once looked at Kyla. She added Simon’s WhatsApp right there in front of everyone, grabbed her bag, and walked out with calm confidence.

The class was left stunned.

Wow… Tilda is incredible. She’s amazing! It was the first time they had ever seen a girl like her. Not only had she broken Wade’s record in Shaun’s coding class, now she had crushed Kyla–the so-called top freshman in the art department–without even trying. Just how much can Tilda do? She is unstoppable.

This was the real Jenson daughter. She had inherited Russell and Blair’s brilliance, maybe even surpassed them.

Even without 19 years of elite tutoring, private schools, and polished manners, her raw talent alone was enough to outshine everyone.

Meanwhile, Kyla stood off to the side, invisible. Simon, who had praised her minutes ago, had turned completely toward Tilda. The upperclassmen who had admired her earlier now only had eyes for Tilda–eyes full of awe and wonder.

Kyla bit down so hard her teeth almost cracked. Her chest ached, sharp and heavy, until she could barely breathe.

This had to be a nightmare…