The judge on the left, hearing his colleague's offer of the direct pass card, immediately widened his eyes in astonishment and annoyance, thinking to himself indignantly before also presenting his own direct pass card.

"It was me who wanted to give it to her first. How did it become your turn? Shouldn't there be a first-come, first-served order?"

These four judges were also set to enter the training camp. The hundred contestants who made it into the camp would be divided into four groups, each taught by a personal instructor and guided by one of the judges.

The four direct pass cards were essentially a way for the judges to secure a contestant they were most optimistic about as a member of their own group.

Therefore, the judge on the right became defensive, "Hey! You just made it difficult for her, asking her to play another piece with her injured hand. I am the one who values talent; I don't need her to play again, I'll give her the pass directly!"

"You shameless old man! Have you no pride? She was my discovery, and I was the first to offer her the pass. How can you be so brazen as to snatch her from me?"

"Nonsense! You're just twisting the truth! She's injured, and instead of sympathizing and giving her the direct pass, you made her play another piece. You're just trying to ruin her hand!"

The judge on the left, his beard bristling with anger, retorted, "What are you talking about?! I didn't know, okay? I was just unsatisfied and wanted to hear another piece from her. If she had mentioned her injury right from the start, would I have made such a request? I would've given her the pass immediately!"

The judge on the right raised his eyebrow and snorted, "You just want to harm others! Stop making excuses!"

Turning to Nancy, he extended his hand, offering her the direct pass card, "Here, take this, my dear. Rest well when you go back…"

"Get lost!"

The judge on the left slapped away his hand and extended his own direct pass card to Nancy, "Girl, quick, take it. I'll be waiting for you in the training camp…"

"You old man, you're the one who's not abiding by the code of honor!"

The judge on the right, red-faced with anger, stood up and lunged at his colleague, "Let's settle this with a fight then, and decide whose direct pass card she'll accept!"

"Hey! You're actually going to fight?!"

"Why not? You were the first to break the code of honor!"

"Alright then! I won't hold back…"

…

As Nancy walked out of the venue, she looked up at the warm sunlight outside and sighed in frustration.

Charlie and Luna ran over to her as soon as they saw her come out.

"Nan, why did it take you so long?"

Luna nodded, "Yeah, everyone else seemed to come out shortly after going in, but you were in there for almost half an hour?"

Luna glanced at Charlie and couldn't help but laugh, "If you hadn't come out soon, Mr. Firth was about to barge in."

Nancy shook her head, her eyes revealing unmasked melancholy, "Let's go back."

Seeing her like this, both Charlie and Luna felt a twinge in their hearts, and instinctively refrained from asking how she had performed.

Since Nancy's hand injury required only rest, they went straight back to the hotel.

Andrew, Alexander, Linda, Patrick Hastings had been anxiously waiting in their room, understandably worried about Nancy's hand injury...