Chapter 725:
Dustin had a feeling he was interested in that one.
Before he could say anything, Collin suddenly spoke, his voice quiet but clear. “That designer is using their left hand.”
His tone was flat, yet something unreadable flickered in his eyes—something almost too subtle to notice.
Dustin blinked, surprised. “Is so? Maybe they’re just left-handed.”
But Collin didn’t answer. His gaze remained fixed, as if searching for something he couldn’t quite name.
Despite the identical gloves, the hidden faces, and the altered voices, something about the left-handed designer stirred a strange unease in Collin’s chest.
While he sat quietly, lost in thought, the designer on the screen began sketching quick, rough drafts on a scrap sheet. The lines were loose, but there was clear intention in the motion. The sketches were pinned to the top-right corner of the desk with a magnetic clip.
The livestream chat instantly lit up again. “Wait, what is that supposed to be? I can’t make sense of it!”
“Left-handed and already wasting time. That sketch looks like it was drawn by a child.”
“Honestly, this person has no sense of urgency. Why are they even here?”
“This competition’s clearly going to Arthur. No surprises this year.”
“Second and third might be worth debating, but other than Arthur, no one’s standing out.”
“That lefty might as well pack up and leave now.”
“I seriously want to know who hired that person. I’m avoiding that brand from now on.”
“Hold on—what’s the left-handed one doing now?”
“Am I seeing that right?”
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“No way. What the hell are they doing?!”
At the third workstation, a small bucket of water—about one-third full—sat ready.
The designer selected several paint colors and carefully squeezed different amounts of each onto the mixing tray.
With the left hand, the brush moved swiftly, spreading the first color in a long, smooth strip across the fabric. Then came the next—followed by another.
Some colors were mixed directly on the palette—two or even three at a time—producing shades that stood out in their depth and uniqueness.
The abrupt movement turned heads across the venue, catching many off guard.
Spectators watching the live stream flooded the comment feed, while murmurs rippled through the seated crowd.
“What on earth is that lefty doing? I can’t make heads or tails of this.”
“Is this even design work, or is the lefty just throwing paint around?”
“Looks like something you’d find in a community art class. Are they being serious right now?”
