Friendly competition

The next day, the final list of candidates for the training camp was announced.

Although Linda didn't get a direct admission card, she was shortlisted with very high scores.

Mia didn't know whether it was good luck or exceptional performance during the elimination rounds, she just barely made it to the hundredth spot and successfully made the cut.

By the time the training camp officially started, Maria's left hand wound had already healed significantly.

"Ah, Linda, I'm almost healed, you don't have to hold me, otherwise people might think I'm handicapped."

Linda walked along carefully supporting Maria’s left hand, "Ria, your hand hasn't fully recovered, your husband specifically told me to take good care of you. By the way, I heard that among the four judges, only two gave direct admission cards. Besides you, there's another one from our exam venue, and she’s very impressive!"

Maria first frowned discontentedly, "My hands are injured, not my feet, you don't need to hold me!"

However,