As Nancy entered the room, everyone noticed the look of dejection on her face.

Andrew's heart sank, a bad premonition rising in his mind.

He didn't ask about the elimination round but instead stood up and approached Nancy to examine her left hand. "Nan, your hand..."

"It's fine."

Nancy replied, pulling her hand back, her mouth in a pout. "Just the index and middle finger wounds reopened a bit. It'll be okay after some treatment."

Luna immediately took out some cotton and ointment from her bag and helped Nancy sit down to treat her wound.

"I told you not to participate, look how the wound has reopened. It must be so painful."

No one needed to ask; the reopening of finger wounds must have been painful, and it was likely that Nancy hadn't performed well.

Everyone tactfully avoided asking about the elimination round. However, Linda, always straightforward, blurted out without sensing the awkwardness.

"Nancy, how was the elimination round? Did you complete your one-minute piece?"

Under normal circumstances, anyone could have completed it, but with Nancy's fingers injured, it was uncertain.

Nancy nodded sadly, "I did complete it..."

Then she looked up, her amber eyes filled with distress, "But I think I might have offended both judges..."

"What?"

Linda stood up incredulously, stepping closer to Nancy with wide eyes. "How could you have offended the judges? It's just a one-minute piano piece, how is that possible? What exactly did you do?"

"I..."

Nancy looked extremely upset, "I didn't do anything. It's just that they asked me to play another piece, and I refused."

Everyone, "......"

Everyone was stunned, not knowing what to say.

Everyone understood that each contestant in the elimination round had only one minute. Why then did the judges ask Nancy to play another piece?

What did it mean?

Even Linda, usually confident, felt a huge blow at that moment.

"They asked you to play another piece... Was it because you played really well, or..."

Nancy shook her head, "I wasn't thinking much at that time. My hand was just too painful..."

Patrick shook his head regretfully, "Then it's likely you really did offend them..."

"What the hack!"

Linda exclaimed, indignant, "Nancy is injured, and playing for a minute is already commendable. Asking her to play more and then taking offense when she refuses? Those judges are too narrow-minded!"

"It's okay."

Andrew reassured her with a gentle smile, devoid of any anger. "Nan, it's just a training camp. We don't have to go. You can reach higher places without it..."

"Right!"

Luna chimed in, not wanting Nancy to feel sad, "The training camp is nothing special. Mr. Firth has plenty of resources. We could have some piano masters teach you, much easier than the camp!"

Although Linda felt it was a pity Nancy didn't get into the training camp, she still comforted her by patting her shoulder, "Exactly, once I make a name for myself internationally, I'll take you to the international stage. It's no big deal."

Just then, Charlie's phone rang with a melodious tone. He pulled out his phone, saw the caller ID, gestured for everyone to be quiet, and put the phone to his ear, "Smith, what's up?"