Chapter 165

Dean Ambrose carefully cradled the painting in his hands, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

"No wonder Mr. Cross holds you in such high regard, Miss Bennett. Your brushwork is truly exceptional."

Damian Cross stood nearby, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Does this piece meet the museum's standards?"

"Absolutely," Dean Ambrose nodded eagerly. "This single artwork grants you access to our private collections."

Caleb Monroe studied the painting and couldn't help but praise, "The calligraphy flows like wind, and the composition carries profound depth. A rare masterpiece indeed."

"Aria, I had no idea you possessed such talent," he said sincerely.

Aria Bennett offered a modest smile. "You flatter me, Caleb."

Dean Ambrose asked hopefully, "Would you consider leaving this piece for exhibition?"

"I don't mind," Aria agreed readily. For her, recreating such work posed no difficulty.

Damian also nodded. "The honor would be ours." Having their collaborative work displayed here was more than he could ask for.

The vice dean treated the painting like a priceless treasure. "We'll provide authentication documents. You may retrieve it anytime."

"Perfect," they responded in unison.

This artwork finally unlocked the museum's tightly guarded doors. Dean Ambrose personally guided them through the private collection hall, showcasing not only modern masterpieces but also long-lost ancient works.

Livestream viewers watched in awe, flooding the chat with excited comments.

After the tour, the vice dean said mysteriously, "Now, let me introduce you to some distinguished elders."

A young attendant announced their arrival and soon returned to escort them in. When Caleb recognized the elderly masters present, his hands trembled with excitement. The livestream exploded—these were living national treasures!

Dean Ambrose presented the painting. After careful examination, the masters offered unanimous praise.

Aria then demonstrated her calligraphy while Damian improvised a painting, earning another round of applause. Caleb also displayed his work. Though slightly less impressive, he still received valuable feedback.

An hour later, the visit concluded.

All three departed with precious gifts—original works personally bestowed by the masters. Others could only watch enviously.

The director beamed. "Thanks to Mr. Cross and Miss Bennett, we've achieved this extraordinary livestream."

"Of course, Caleb also contributed significantly," he added.

"I declare Team One the winner of this round!"

With ratings hitting new highs, the director couldn't contain his joy. Inviting Aria had been his wisest decision.

Caleb laughed heartily. "Director, spare me the flattery. Entering the museum was entirely thanks to Damian and Aria."

"I look forward to learning from both of you," he said earnestly.

Damian and Aria exchanged a glance. "Anytime."

Watching Aria steal the spotlight again, Serena Blake clenched her fists in frustration.

After a light lunch, the group proceeded to their second destination—the Conservatory Hall.

Standing before the ancient gates, the director announced, "Now it's time to showcase your musical and strategic talents."

"Those skilled in instruments or chess may volunteer."

Audrey Lane linked arms with Aria. "Aria, don't tell me you..."

All eyes turned to Aria, brimming with anticipation.

"I know a little," Aria admitted. "Though my chess skills are mediocre."

She turned to Damian. "You must be quite skilled at chess, Damian?"

Somehow, her intuition told her as much.

Amusement flickered in Damian's eyes. "You know me well."

Nolan Reed scoffed. "Just a lucky guess. Nothing to boast about."

Damian countered smoothly, "Then why do you never guess correctly?"

Nolan fell silent, a pang of bitterness striking him. The effortless rapport between Aria and Damian filled him with unprecedented unease.

Audrey clapped excitedly. "Aria, you're amazing!"

Aria laughed. "Keep praising me and I'll blush."

She addressed the trainees. "Anyone else skilled in music or chess? Let's try together."

The trainees shook their heads. Those who played piano didn't know the guqin; those familiar with checkers had never touchedGo.

"Then our team will be represented by Damian and Aria again," Audrey told the director.

The director sighed in relief—at least they wouldn't face dead air.

"Team Two?" He turned to Caleb and the others.