Bully

The next day, outside the competition venue.

Even though half of the participants had already finished their competition on the first day, the venue was still bustling with people today.

Maria, holding her number plate, was carefully moving forward in Charles arms.

Luna was leading the way.

"Excuse me, please make some space," she said to the left.

"Sorry, it's our turn soon, please make some space," she said to the right.

Amidst the crowd, Luna pioneered a path and Charles protected Maria as they finally made it to the front.

Staff were already shouting, "Get in line, get in line. Hurry up! Don't make a mess. Agents, family and friends, please stand at the back. Don't block the competitors' way. Everyone, please cooperate..."

Maria’s number was seventy-eight. Looking left and right, she finally spotted someone with the number seventy-nine. She immediately approached her and politely said, "Excuse me, I'm number seventy-eight."

The person was a blonde woman with green eyes. Westerner