Chapter 1168:
The live chat exploded into chaos, insults and defenses flying back and forth in a storm of clashing words. Meanwhile, the judges could only watch as Christina calmly started sketching again, her earlier draft pushed aside as if it had never mattered. To them, it seemed almost criminal to discard such a masterpiece. Had it not been for the live broadcast, they might have stormed the stage themselves.
Christina’s hand moved across the paper with dazzling speed, her strokes so fluid and assured it was almost painful to watch. The elegance in her every gesture only fueled their envy. It was as if she were some kind of advanced machine, capable of creating brilliance the instant a few ideas were fed into her. Her efficiency and sheer genius made seasoned designers everywhere feel small, almost insignificant.
As time passed, the judges who had tried to divide their attention between Christina and Yolanda found themselves captivated entirely by Christina. Yolanda faded from their focus, as though she had never been on stage at all. With every line Christina added, anticipation in the room swelled higher. Among the thirteen other finalists, reality was sinking in like a cold weight.
They realized none of them stood a chance against a genius of her caliber. First place was already hers, untouchable. The rest could only fight for second and third.
And when their eyes shifted to Yolanda, disappointment lingered. She wasn’t the formidable opponent the internet had hyped her up to be. Her skill was nowhere near what they had been led to believe. How on earth had she won the national championship? Perhaps her success came from having more time?
After all, the national contest didn’t demand immediate, on-the-spot creations. Contestants had the luxury of time to perfect drafts and present finished garments.
As designers themselves, they knew better than anyone what true talent looked like—and Christina had it. Any talk of her plagiarizing was laughable. Unless someone had slipped her the theme ahead of time, there was simply no way an ordinary person could sketch with such speed and still produce something so extraordinary.
Then, as the second draft came into view on the big screen, the judges nearly shot to their feet. Their voices rose in admiration, unable to hold back. This was brilliance, pure and unfiltered. The new design fit the theme even more perfectly than her first, and it was undeniably more impressive.
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The live chat went wild. Where Yolanda and Brendon’s fans had once dominated with jeers, the tide began to turn. Neutral viewers shifted to Christina’s side, and her supporters grew louder, stronger, and more numerous.
“You’re all just jealous of her talent! I’m a designer too, and someone like her is heaven’s gift. She’s on a level none of us can reach.”
“As a fellow designer, I can’t lie—I’m seething with envy. I spend sleepless nights slaving over drafts, dealing with clients yelling in my ear. I’m exhausted, my hair’s falling out by the handful… and look at her, working with ease, with hair shinier than mine will ever be.”
“At first, I bought into the plagiarism rumors, but not anymore. Watching her work, it’s obvious—her style is her own, and her skill is unmatched. There’s no way this is stolen.”
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