Chapter 122: Perfect Design, Face-Slapping the Whole Crowd

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Perfect Design, Face-Slapping the Whole Crowd

Keith Sterling heard those people belittling Sienna Everett and rolled up his sleeves, ready to go shut them up, but Evan Shelby beat him to it.

Now that Evan had intimidated them into silence, Keith had no one to argue with. He settled for taking out his phone, opening the video recorder, and filming Sienna’s design sketch to show his brother later.

At that moment on stage, Eric looked at Sienna Everett opposite him, his face filled with blatant contempt. "Hah. Less than twenty minutes. What kind of decent design could you possibly have drawn? Showing it will just be humiliating yourself!"

Sienna glanced over at him, her gaze light. "What’s wrong? Are you telling me you don’t even have the guts to look at a sketch I drew in twenty minutes?"

Eric choked, then shot upright in his seat, his eyes wide with anger. "I don’t have the guts? Let me tell you, I came to this design symposium to challenge Kian! Kian himself probably couldn’t beat me now, so why would I be afraid of some unknown little designer like you?!"

"Hah. Since you’re not afraid of humiliating yourself, not afraid of embarrassing Team Celestria even more, then go ahead and show your design! I’d love to see what kind of earth-shattering masterpiece you can produce in twenty minutes!"

Eric deliberately stressed the word "masterpiece," his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Sienna gave Eric a once-over, only now truly looking at him. Her voice suddenly turned icy. "Challenge Kian? You’re not worthy."

With that, Sienna prepared to display her sketch.

Beside her, Shannon Everett’s heart leaped into her throat when she saw Sienna about to present her design.

She had stolen Sienna’s previous designs, so she knew better than anyone that Sienna could design clothing—and design it very well.

’If Sienna shows her sketch now, and it’s good enough to beat Eric...’

’No!’

Shannon found the very thought unbearable.

She had just lost to Eric. If Sienna turned around and beat him, wouldn’t the reputation she had just started to build crumble all over again?

A venomous glint flashed in Shannon’s eyes, a look as vicious as if it had been dipped in poison.

She would rather Team Celestria lose to the foreign team, rather Celestria’s designers be looked down on by Eric, rather Celestria’s entire design world be insulted by foreigners, than see Sienna Everett beat Eric!

Because Shannon was Team Celestria’s Designer #5 and Sienna was #6, Shannon was sitting right next to Sienna.

Seeing that Sienna was about to display her design, Shannon immediately picked up the mineral water bottle on the table. She unscrewed the cap, pretended to take a sip, and as she put it back down, she deliberately pushed her hand outward. The bottle suddenly tipped over, its cap not screwed on tight, and water instantly spilled out.

A good amount of the spilled water splashed onto Sienna’s design sketch!

The sketch was on paper. As the water hit it, the ink of the drawing immediately began to bleed.

The sudden incident left everyone in the room stunned.

Shannon acted as if she had just noticed that she’d "accidentally" knocked over the bottle. She quickly stood up, her face a mask of guilt, looking like she was on the verge of tears. "I’m so sorry, so sorry! I accidentally knocked my water bottle over, and it spilled on your sketch... I’m really so sorry!"

Sienna’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Shannon, her expression unreadable.

The glance held no obvious force, yet Shannon felt as if her heart had been squeezed tight. Sienna’s look was like a sharp, icy blade, so frightening that her breath caught for several seconds and a chill involuntarily crept up her spine...

Seeing Sienna’s sketch get soaked, the audience below lost what little hope they had.

They already thought Sienna couldn’t beat Eric with a twenty-minute sketch. Now that it was wet, her chances were even worse.

One of the judges made a fair suggestion. "Designer Number 6, your sketch has been soaked. Perhaps you should get a new sheet of paper and redraw your design."

After all, with the paper wet and the ink bleeding, the visual appeal would be compromised.

Sienna lowered her gaze to the bleeding ink on the paper. She picked up a fine-tipped silver pen from the side, dabbed the paper a few times with it, and then said lightly, "No need to redraw it. This will be fine."

The moment she finished speaking, the entire venue fell into stunned silence.

Especially Eric on the stage. After his initial surprise, he burst out into merciless laughter. "Well, little designer from Team Celestria, you’re the one who chose not to redraw. Don’t go making excuses when you lose!"

The other five competing designers on the foreign team now felt victory was a sure thing.

"Eric, looks like you’ve got this one in the bag! With her sketch in that state, there’s no way she can beat you!"

"This makes things easy. The five of us won’t even need to show our designs. Eric can beat all of Team Celestria by himself! HAHAHA!"

Hearing this grating laughter, the Celestria designers in the audience felt a growing sense of bitterness.

"Is there something wrong with Sienna Everett’s head? Why didn’t she choose to redraw it? Great, now she’s going to embarrass Celestria’s design world even more!"

"I can’t watch this anymore. That idiot Sienna should just stick to being a celebrity. What is she doing messing around in our design world!"

As the hot-tempered designer was cursing, Evan Shelby shot him a cold glare.

The designer, intimidated by Evan’s authority, immediately shut his mouth, but the defiant expression on his face was obvious.

Nearby, Keith Sterling had been filming the process of Sienna presenting her sketch. As it happened, he had caught the exact moment Shannon deliberately knocked over the water bottle.

Keith was so furious he felt his lungs might explode. He was just about to expose Shannon’s malicious act in front of everyone.

Just then, Sienna’s design sketch was displayed on the large screen.

The crestfallen audience, holding no hope for Sienna, glanced distractedly at the screen, just wanting the humiliating competition to be over with quickly.

However, the moment they saw Sienna’s design on the screen, the grumbling crowd fell abruptly silent.

Onstage, a smug and unconcerned Eric glanced toward the screen. The next second, the contemptuous sneer on his face froze.

It was a formal gown so breathtakingly beautiful that a single glance was enough to captivate everyone’s attention.

The intricate, magnificent black skirt was stained by the bleeding ink, creating the effect of a dark, boundless night sky. Across this skirt, the silver pen had dotted diamond-like sparkles, resembling a sky full of stars on a dark night—twinkling, glittering, as if the wearer had draped the Milky Way over herself...

The hem of the skirt, soaked by the water, appeared somewhat muddy.

But this mud and imperfection at the hem created a stark contrast with the brilliant splendor of the gown’s upper body, instantly capturing the soul of everyone present.

Even when trapped in mud, one can still gaze up at the stars!

’What kind of person would be worthy of wearing a gown so stunning it defied description?’

In the vast hall, not a single person made a sound. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

A full thirty seconds passed before the audience snapped out of their astonishment, but their eyes remained glued to Sienna’s design on the screen, unwilling to even blink.

"It’s... it’s beautiful!"

"The design of this gown is too perfect, too stunning! Sienna Everett is actually this incredible?!"

"To draw a god-tier sketch like this in less than twenty minutes... I’m not exaggerating, she’s better than every other designer here!"

"And the sketch was even soaked with water! Sienna improvised on the spot, turning the disadvantage around with just a few strokes. What kind of terrifying talent is that!"

The same audience members who had been looking down on Sienna just moments ago were now completely conquered by her design. Forgetting how they had just been cursing her, they now turned around and showered her with praise.

Eric’s expression instantly became impossibly ugly.

He had thought this minor designer from Celestria was not worth mentioning, but he never expected that, even under such unfavorable circumstances, she could still produce such a breathtaking piece of work.

As a designer himself, he could see it better than anyone: the skill level of Sienna’s sketch was so high that it could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the most legendary master in the design world today—Kian!

This time, the five judges on the stage didn’t even need to confer. In a display of perfect unspoken agreement, they raised their scorecards—