Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 66: Top Spot

Cyran nodded, smiling. "Yeah, we did."

"You’ve captured the theme beautifully. The contrast and attention to detail are exceptional. Well done, both of you." She turned to the class, "A round of applause for them, please."

The class erupted into applause, some students clapping politely while others nodded in genuine appreciation.

Cyran beamed, nudging Eira playfully. "See? I told you. She didn’t even nod, she spoke."

Eira gave him a side-eye but couldn’t suppress a small smirk. "Alright, I’ll admit it. You were right this time. Don’t let it go to your head."

"Too late," Cyran quipped, still basking in the praise.

As they returned to their seats, Malia leaned over with a grin.

"Not bad, you two. Almost made me tear up." She mimed wiping a fake tear from her eye dramatically.

Orla rolled her eyes. "Don’t flatter them too much, or Cyran’s ego will grow even bigger."

"Was it Orla who talked or Malia?" Cyran asked incredulously just before her words sank in then he turned to her.

"Hey!" Cyran feigned offense. "I’ll have you know, my ego is perfectly proportional to my talent."

Eira smirked but didn’t comment, her gaze flicking back to the front as the next pair prepared to present.

She watched the other projects with mild interest, noting the varying levels of effort and creativity. Some students had clearly poured their hearts into their work, while others had likely slapped something together at the last minute.

Cyran leaned over and whispered, "What do you think our chances are for the top spot?"

Eira glanced at him, her expression unreadable. "Do you really care about that?"

He shrugged, grinning. "Not really, but it’d be nice to win. Bragging rights and all."

Before she could respond, Malia and Orla stepped up to present their project—a painting of different facial expressions representing various emotions. Happiness, sadness, anger, fear, and calmness were all vividly depicted, blending seamlessly with abstract patterns that symbolized the complexity of human emotions. Malia spoke first, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.

"Our theme is Emotional Spectrum. We wanted to explore how emotions aren’t just fleeting feelings but intricate parts of our humanity. Each face represents a key emotion, but the abstract patterns show how emotions often overlap and influence one another."

Orla took over, her tone more composed. "We used bold colors for the emotions themselves, but the abstract patterns were done in softer, subtler tones to contrast the intensity. It’s a reminder that emotions can be chaotic but also deeply interconnected."

Mrs. Casey observed the piece intently before smiling. "A very insightful interpretation of the emotional experience. The contrast is effective, and the blend of abstraction with realism is impressive. Excellent work."

The class clapped as Malia shot Eira and Cyran a smug look on her way back to her seat. "Top that," she whispered dramatically as she passed.

Eira chuckled under her breath. "We already did."

"Not bad, though," Cyran added with a wink, which made Malia roll her eyes and grin at the same time.

The presentations continued, each pair bringing something unique to the table. From sculptures to collages and even digital art, the diversity of the projects showcased the creativity of the class. Which Eira doubted they had. She was 100% sure some of them didn’t make it themselves.

As the final pair finished, Mrs. Casey addressed the class. "Well done, everyone. I’m impressed by the creativity and effort you’ve all put into these projects. It’s not easy to convey complex themes through art, but you’ve managed to do so beautifully."

She paused, her gaze sweeping the room. "Now, let’s choose the top three projects. For the third place," Mrs. Casey picked up her clipboard, her eyes scanning the class and their displayed works. "Third place goes to... Malia and Orla, for their Emotional Spectrum project."

The class clapped as Malia and Orla exchanged proud smiles. Malia whispered to Orla, "Not bad, huh? Told you we’d place."

Orla shrugged.

Mrs. Casey continued, "Second place goes to Ava and Daniel for their multimedia piece ’Unity in Diversity,’ which wonderfully represented cultural harmony through a combination of sculpture and painting."

Ava and Daniel beamed as the class applauded. Their project, a striking blend of sculpted figures and colorful patterns, had stood out with its intricate craftsmanship.

"And finally," Mrs. Casey announced, her voice warm with approval, "the first place goes to... Cyran and Ephyra for their Rebirth project."

The classroom burst into applause, some students clapping enthusiastically while others joined in with polite acknowledgment. Cyran grinned broadly, nudging Eira. "Told you. Top spot."

Eira rolled her eyes but smiled widely, a flicker of satisfaction in her expression. "I didn’t know you were this insufferable," she muttered, but her tone lacked any real annoyance.

Mrs. Casey gestured for them to step forward. "Come up here, you two. Your work not only displayed exceptional artistic skill but also conveyed a deep and thought-provoking message. The balance between the barren and vibrant worlds, the attention to detail—it’s outstanding."

Eira and Cyran stood at the front as Mrs. Casey handed them a certificate of excellence. "Keep up the great work. This is the kind of artistry that leaves an impression."

"Thank you, Mrs. Casey," Cyran said, his voice full of pride. Eira nodded, her usual composed demeanor hiding a small sense of pride bubbling underneath.

As they returned to their seats, Malia leaned over, mock-pouting. "Ugh, you guys. Why do you have to be so good?"

Cyran laughed. "Talent, Malia. Pure talent."

Eira added dryly, "And maybe just a little bit of effort."

The class buzzed with chatter as the final announcements were made, and Mrs. Casey dismissed them with a smile. "Enjoy the rest of your day, everyone. And remember, art isn’t just about competition—it’s about expressing yourself."

As the students filed out of the classroom, Cyran glanced at Eira. "So, lunch?"

Eira shrugged, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Sure. But if you bring up this win one more time, I’m sitting somewhere else."

Cyran chuckled. "No promises."