Bring Your A Game, Mr novel Chapter 840

Chapter 840 A Small Victory Over Abby

‘Cultures Without Borders’ went live at nine in the morning sharp. Everything proceeded in an orderly manner. In the first two hours, the program invited folk artists from Fornd and Diajan to demonstrate their respective cultures and techniques.

After that, special guests were invited to interact with them on behalf of the audience and achieved the purpose of promoting the minorities’ culture from other countries.

Although it might not be as entertaining compared to a variety show, interest continued to pour in as it was uncommon content. Two hours later, as a Rosepeak-nationality Cittadelian, Abby represented Ekaterina to go on stage and completed a picture of cherry blossoms in a little just below ten minutes with the Rosepeak’s national anthem.

Although the performance drew much applause from the audience, some questioned if ’embroidery was truly a Rosepeak heritage’ in hushed tones.

Sitting opposite the stage, Elise calmly looked at Anthony with questioning eyes. They said that they would cross Ekaterina off the list, but now they were letting them be grandiose in such a manner on stage. It was as though he had gone back on his word.

Knowing full well he was in the wrong, Anthony discreetly averted his eyes and pretended not to have seen anything. However, his fidgeting had betrayed the guilt he was trying to hide.

Since he didn’t cherish the opportunity she had given him, Elise no longer had any qualms about taking action. She took the microphone and interrupted the conversation. “I’m sorry, but I’ll have to interrupt here.”

Graceful, the host smiled to show that it was fine. “Miss White, do share with us your brilliant insights.”

“It’s no brilliant insight, but I have a question for Miss Mellor onstage.” Elise adjusted her sitting posture and continued in a neutral tone, “You’ve mentioned that embroidery originated from Rosepeak in 600 BC in your introductions just now, which meant its history is more than two thousand years now. However, as far as I know, embroidery in Cittadel can be traced back to more than three thousand years ago. By that logic, the culture of embroidery would be Cittadel’s. After all, we only say that children take after their parents, but never the other way round. Am I wrong in saying so?”

“So what if it’s three thousand years? That proves nothing since history is being recorded differently by each country. In terms of skill, Rosepeak has been peerless all this while. Perhaps the history you perceive is wrong, Miss White,” Abby replied mechanically while staring vacantly at the ground, as though she was a walking corpse.

Elise was disappointed with her. “Do you know what you’re saying? Did your heart rot as well upon changing your nationality? Our cultural history has been accumulated for thousands of years. It’s not something that can be erased just because of one or two results of a competition!”

Still motionless, Abby replied coldly, “Then, how about showing us proof to convince everyone here, Miss White? Just as your logic of only children taking after their parents, if this technique did originate from Cittadel, then I’m sure a Cittadelian would be much better than the ones who were merely imitating them.”

The words she spoke were for her own ears as well. For seven years, she had followed Ekaterina Miiyagi into various competitions, yet no Cittadelian had won against her before, let alone Ekaterina. As cultural heritage required confidence and, more importantly, capability, she wouldn’t have gone so far as to degrade herself had she seen just a glimmer of hope.

“You want proof? Alright, I’ll have a match with you.” Elise stood up candidly.

Abby finally raised her head. “You dare to challenge me when you’ve only taken embroidery lessons?”

“Well, it’s two years of simple lessons.” Elise spoke truthfully. However, since Abby did not question her about who she learned it from, she saw no need to reveal it.

“Two years?” Abby repeated with a bitter smile. “Since you’ve only learned some basic techniques, winning against you is just a natural outcome. What is even the point of comparing?”

“So, you’re afraid that you can’t even beat an amateur like me?” Elise provoked.