Chapter 339
I guess Jasmine must have known that Mr. Moore would be the person to challenge us when the
competition advanced into the quarter-finals. She must have contacted Isabelle regarding the theme of
thepetition! With that, she''d gain an upper hand in this round!
“Okay, I got it. Don''t worry. I''ll keep my promise to you. I''ll win first ce instead of Natalie.” Jasmine''s
voice sounded again.
Natalie instantly knew what she was up to based on what she had heard from Jasmine''s conversation
with Isabelle and the mention of her name.
All Isabelle wanted is to make use of Jasmine to beat me in thepetition. I guess she really hates
me!
Natalie smiled weakly to herself before quietly returning to the conference room.
It did not take long before Jasmine appeared in the conference room.
Natalie''s nce went cold when she looked at her confident expression.
Jasmine noticed her stare and turned to lock eyes with her. She even raised her chin in a challenging
manner towards Natalie.
“Huh...” Natalie was rather amused.
I really don''t understand how someone so ipetent has the audacity to provoke others.
Natalie ignored her as she busied herself by preparing her sketchpad and pencil for thepetition.
Thepetition began in no time. Mr. Moore, who held a walking cane, arrived with Mr. Walford. Mr.
Moore walked to the stage and took the mic to reveal his design challenge.
The challenge was a quote that Natalie had never heard of. Judging from the writing style and meaning
of the quote, Natalie guessed it was rted to ethnic minorities.
Perhaps Mr. Moore''s challenge was rted to the elements of an ethnic minority?
She groaned in frustration as she looked at Mr. Moore who remained on stage.
Mr. Moore was seated on the stage as he smiled at the designers who had no idea where to begin. He
picked up the mic and said, “You must think that my quote is difficult to understand. Hence, you can''t
make out the theme right?”
The crowd nodded.
Someone even asked Mr. Moore to reveal the theme directly.
Mr. Moore was unaffected by the crowd. Instead, he cleared his throat and said, “I have to admit that
the theme wouldn''t be an easy guess. Hence, I''ll give you a tip. The answer is on me. As long as you
pay close attention, you would spot it right away.”
With that, Mr. Moore closed his eyes and stopped talking as he ced the mic down.
The crowd wasted no time as they quickly examined him from head to toe, hoping to find the answer he
imed was on him.
Natalie was no exception. She squinted her eyes to focus as she observed him. Finally, she spotted a
totem of an ethnic minority marked on the cor of Mr. Moore''s top.
She smiled and said, “Gotcha!”
I am right! The theme is costume elements of ethnic minorities!
Although there were many ethnic minorities, they all had one thing inmon. Embroidery! It was a
common element that the ethnic minorities would incorporate into the design of their clothing and
essories.
Natalie instantly had a surge of inspiration and knew what to design. She hurriedly picked up her pencil
and began to sketch a design on her sketchpad.
Parhaps Mr. Moora''s changa was rtad to tha mants of an athnic minority?
Sha groanad in frustration as sha lookad at Mr. Moora who ramainad on staga.
Mr. Moora was saatad on tha staga as ha smd at tha dasignars who had no idaa whara to bagin. Ha
pickad up tha mic and said, “You must think that my quota is difficult to undarstand. Hanca, you can''t
maka out tha thama right?”
Tha crowd noddad.
Somaona avan askad Mr. Moora to ravaal tha thama diractly.
Mr. Moora was unaffactad by tha crowd. Instaad, ha arad his throat and said, “I hava to admit that
tha thama wouldn''t ba an aasy guass. Hanca, I''ll giva you a tip. Tha answar is on ma. As long as you
pay closa attantion, you would spot it right away.”
With that, Mr. Moora closad his ayas and stoppad talking as ha cad tha mic down.
Tha crowd wastad no tima as thay quickly axaminad him from haad to toa, hoping to find tha answar ha
imad was on him.
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Natalia was no axcaption. Sha squintad har ayas to focus as sha obsarvad him. Finally, sha spottad a
totam of an athnic minority markad on tha cor of Mr. Moora''s top.
Sha smd and said, “Gotcha!”
I am right! Tha thama is costuma mants of athnic minoritias!
Although thara wara many athnic minoritias, thay all had ona thing inmon. Embroidary! It was a
common mant that tha athnic minoritias would incorporata into tha dasign of thair clothing and
assorias.
Natalia instantly had a surga of inspiration and knaw what to dasign. Sha hurriadly pickad up har pancil
and bagan to skatch a dasign on har skatchpad.
Today''spetition isn''t asplicated as yesterday. We aren''t required to make any clothes nor do
model catwalks. All we have to do is hand in a design sketch to Mr. Moore. Whoever''s design catches
Mr. Moore''s eyes would be eligible to enter the next round.
While the other designers were still struggling with the theme, Jasmine hadpleted her design.
She turned to look at Natalie, who was not far away.
Her face dropped when she saw Natalie was absorbed in drawing her sketch. She became anxious as
she gripped the pencil in her hand tightly.
I can''t believe she has figured out the theme so quickly! In fact, she is sketching already!
But, so what!
“Let''s see if your design''s anywhereparable to mine!” Jasmine said proudly as she looked at her
beautiful design in hand.
Time continued to slip away. Two hourster, thepetition had ended.
Natalie handed her blueprint as Mr. Moore was scanning through one by one.
He did not give away any emotions or expressions as he looked through the designs. Thus, no one
could tell if their design caught his eye.
The results were announced as soon as Mr. Moore projected four blueprints on the screen to indicate
who was eliminated and who was going to the next round.
Natalie let out a relieved sigh and smiled when she saw her design appeared on the screen.