Chapter 652 - 299: Change_3

Experiencing the excellence of the greatest works is like having witnessed the most beautiful in the world; all the rest is merely rough remnants of fallen petals.

In terms of technique, in terms of conception.

Just like Professor Boggs claims himself, he has already reached the pinnacle of Painting Knife Painting.

The female artist cannot imagine what kind of work Detective Cat will create next that would surpass the set "Amy".

Even Jean Arnou had a few more smiles on his face.

He has been busy communicating with Dr. Jin Anqing about Tony’s upcoming treatment plan these days.

Sure enough, emotional substitution therapy once again was declared a failure.

Although Professor Boggs’ works are extremely creatively ingenious, little Tony stubbornly refuses to transfer his deep affection for Amy to other kittens.

However, the first six paintings successfully attracted Tony’s attention, which is already unprecedented progress.

Even the smallest flea is still meat.

Jean Arnou wondered if he could do something based on the first set of sketches.

Now the illustration master always speaks and acts with a few more respectful solemnity when meeting Boggs.

Even the assistant noticed yesterday while eating barbecue, seeing Jean Arnou politely handing over a bottle of white pepper powder to Boggs.

Previously, Jean Arnou’s politeness was more about manners to distant guests, but now it’s respect for a great artist.

Even though Professor Boggs’ social status cannot be compared to his own.

But that is the niche limitation of Painting Knife Painting, definitely not because Professor Boggs’ painting skills are not excellent.

Jean Arnou even stopped mentioning the idea of giving Professor Boggs a return gift.

Paintings like "Amy" cannot be measured by monetary value, nor can they be exchanged through simple benefits.

Art is priceless.

He willingly came to paint for Tony, even if the main purpose was probably to defeat Detective Cat, it was a big favor.

Jean Arnou wants to keep such kindness in his heart, rather than reward it as if giving candy to a kid with his status as an artistic giant.

Perhaps the only one in the ranch dissatisfied with the status quo is Professor Boggs himself.

At this time, the old professor is lying on a sun lounger by the lakeside.

A small plastic tea table with a creamy hue is next to him, where a white kitten is lying, a pet airline travel storage box placed by his foot, along with relevant adoption documents.

New Zealand has special pet visit officials, and giving away pets from home requires some certification procedures.

The assistant has already completed all the paperwork these days.

When the professor flies back to New York, he can take this cat with him.

"Amy?"

The little cat meowed softly.

"Are you Amy? You’re not Amy? No, you are Amy..." Professor Boggs stared with wide eyes at the little cat beside him, muttering constantly.

The kitten was accustomed to the eccentric demeanor of this strange old man over the past few days, shrunk into a ball of fluff, continuing to sleep comfortably in the sunlight.

Ordinary people wouldn’t understand, thinking in any case Tony is a child with an intellectual developmental disorder who won’t grow up, if he can’t comprehend the paintings, so be it, why fuss over it?

But as self-centered as Professor Boggs.

From the bottom of his heart, he believes his paintings should possess that miraculous power of turning decay into bloom.

If it was the problem of Painting Knife Painting capabilities, it would be forgivable if Tony couldn’t see any of them from the beginning to the end.

But clearly being attracted by his works, yet stubbornly unwilling to walk into the worldview he has created makes Professor Boggs utterly unable to accept.

He muttered a few words, lowered his head.

Looking at his phone, at the Amazon Mall shopping cart containing English religious books like the Sutra, The Theory of Karma, The Four Noble Truths..., he clicked to order.

Professor Boggs interpreted this as his understanding of Zen Buddhism not being profound enough.

He plans to enroll in Lingyin Temple’s international English Buddhist online course when he returns, delve for the next ten years into Buddhism, striving to comprehend the Great Path sooner.

Just as Professor Boggs browsed the shopping cart, dedicating his limited life wholly to the endless sea of Zen knowledge,

A new message notification popped up on the phone—sent by the assistant.

"Come to the third-floor living room in half an hour, Detective Cat’s painting has arrived."