It was completely transparent.
Online viewers and the hundred industry elites with voting rights could also choose
to watch the feed of any specific contestant they wanted.
"And now, for our first round-let's have Ms. Rainsford come to the stage to announce the theme!"
The host announced with a smile, his voice full of excitement, officially kicking off the competition.
The first round was a themed design challenge.
The thirty-two contestants would create a design based on the theme. First, the one hundred industry elites would vote by contestant number, with each vote worth one point. Then, Ms. Rainsford and the four guest judges would cast their votes, with each of them having ten points to award. Finally, the scores from the elites and the five judges would be combined, and only the top ten would advance.
Out of thirty-two contestants, only ten would move on.
The competition was truly cutthroat!
But it was precisely this ruthless format that ignited the fighting spirit of every contestant.
Daphne, her expression stern, picked up a scroll tied with a red cord and walked step by step to the front of the stage.
She stepped onto the platform, making sure all thirty-two contestants could see her clearly.
Just by standing there, without saying a word, Daphne exuded the unmistakable aura of a master.
It made the hearts of the contestants pound in their chests, filling the air with tension.
"The theme for the first round is..."
Daphne's voice was clear and steady, each word ringing out.
The moment she finished speaking, she pulled the red cord on the scroll.
The scroll unfurled.
On the red parchment, a single word was written in a powerful, flowing script of gold and black ink-
【REVIVAL】
The characters were dynamic, the lines were so sharp and forceful they seemed to leap off the paper.
"The theme for the first round is Revival. You will design a series of jewelry based on this theme. The designs are not limited to a single type of accessory."
"You have two hours to create your design."
With that, Daphne raised a hand. From above the stage, a giant hourglass slowly descended.
The hourglass was flipped, and the fine sand began to trickle down.
"The countdown begins now."
"When the sand runs out, the time for this round is over. I hope all you designers perform well."
After speaking, she narrowed her cold, authoritative eyes and glanced in Hailey's direction.
Then, she turned and returned to her seat on the judges' panel.
That single glance, however, was not lost on the audience. To them, it seemed to confirm everything.
The rumors were true! Ms. Rainsford really did seem to hold the contestant Hailey in high regard.
In the audience section, Patrick and the others could barely contain their excitement.
Marianne was so thrilled she
grabbed Mrs. Cole, who was sitting
beside her and beamed with pridez "Did you see that? Ms. Rainsford was looking at my daughter wasn't She She was making sure my daughter was really here! She truly values her!"
Mrs. Cole was pulled so hard her purse almost fell to the floor. She frowned deeply, but since she had indeed seen Daphne's glance toward her
Hailey she forced down toward
annoyance and managed a polite smile. "Yes, Hailey has always been exceptional. It's clear that Ms.
Rainsford doesn't want to miss out on such a promising talent."
"Of course Marianne said, her voice dripping with smugness. "My Hailey is Ms. Rainsford's hand-picked protégé. After this competition, everyone will know just how brilliant. she is!"
Her sharp voice caused several people nearby to frown and look over.
Someone even hissed in a low, displeased voice, "Could you please keep it down? The contestants are on stage!"