Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 503: Advancing in the Preliminary Round and Slapping Everyone’s Face

Chapter 503: Chapter 503: Advancing in the Preliminary Round and Slapping Everyone’s Face

Duncan Symons sat right in front of them, his lips curling into a mocking smile when he heard their conversation.

However, considering Abigail’s previous intimidation and her hidden identity, he didn’t dare to go too far on the surface, but he was very enthusiastic about stirring up trouble behind the scenes.

Soon, Lena Locke’s post was replied to, and under her deliberate guidance, it turned into a public declaration that Abigail’s team was going to challenge Bertha Swift’s team.

Once the news came out, Swallow City’s Medical University became abuzz with excitement, as if a festival were happening.

At the same time, someone also exposed the fact that Abigail’s team had previously scored zero points in anatomy.

This led to even more people mocking them, thinking that they were overestimating their abilities.

But these sneers only made Lena Locke and the others work even harder.

Except for Abigail, everyone felt a strong urge to prove to everyone that they could do it.

The competition day was approaching.

The preliminary round mainly tested basic knowledge, and everyone had to participate. Only those who passed could become official group members.

In this period of getting along, Abigail had gained a basic understanding of everyone’s characteristics. Wilson Jasper was truly diligent, like a walking Wikipedia, with excellent theoretical knowledge. Although Lena wasn’t as diligent as Wilson, she was very smart and had a strong learning ability.

Sophie Hope had the strongest hands-on skills, and her perseverance was excellent.

Ralf looked unreliable but was very meticulous, while Davis Hudson, perhaps due to his good background, had very active thinking and could turn crises into opportunities at key moments.

This university skills competition had three rounds in total: the preliminary, the semifinal, and the final. Only after passing the semifinal could one enter the final.

According to what Abigail knew, there were more than 800 teams in this year’s preliminary round, with only 180 slots for the semifinal. The elimination rate was very high.

After entering the semifinals, another 150 teams would be eliminated, leaving 30 teams for the final.

And there would be only one champion team.

...

On October 6, Swallow City had completely cooled down. Abigail, dressed in a khaki trench coat, led her team into the venue one after another.

The preliminary round was held at the city sports center, with participants answering questions on computers. The event committee would supervise the exams, grade on-site, and directly eliminate teams.

For Abigail, these questions were hardly considered a competition, and she finished answering in just 20 minutes.

The computer graded the answers automatically and immediately revealed the scores upon submission.

After getting a perfect score, Abigail waited outside the venue for the others.

The competition required at least four people. Even though Abigail had been training her team for a month, she still felt a bit uneasy at this moment.

Jeffrey Foster, leading his team, saw Abigail approaching. "Worried?"

"They should be fine." Abigail looked up and gave Jeffrey a polite smile.

She didn’t know if it was her illusion, but she had been frequently encountering this senior recently. His attitude toward her had become increasingly gentle, and the inadvertent tenderness in his eyes made Abigail feel particularly uncomfortable.

She had often seen this gaze when she was Dr. Smith, and it was this almost drowning tenderness from her senior that once made her believe they had mutual feelings.

Unfortunately, everything later proved that it was just her wishful thinking.

But she didn’t understand—if she was now Abigail Green, Brandon Piers’s fiancée, why did her senior still act this way?

Was it just to make her join the research lab?

"I believe in you." Listening to Abigail’s answer, Jeffrey nodded warmly and sincerely. If it had been in the past, Abigail would have been very touched, but now she only felt awkward.

At this moment, Sophie Hope walked out, eyeing Jeffrey warily.

Fortunately, he didn’t stay long. After speaking, he went to check on other competition participants.

Abigail frowned slightly, then heard Ralf’s grumbling voice. "What a lousy computer! It auto-submitted my answers before I finished, and I only got 145? Abigail, am I going to be eliminated?"

"We’ll have to see everyone’s final scores." Although Abigail said this, she knew Ralf was in danger.

Ralf, feeling dejected, muttered, "How come Wilson Jasper isn’t out yet? I wonder if he can handle it. I should have made him wear glasses earlier. You guys don’t know this, but he’s nearsighted. If I fail, he can’t fail too."

Davis had just come out and, upon hearing this, kicked Ralf. "Damn, why didn’t you say so earlier!"

"I didn’t notice before! It wasn’t until he looked at me all lovey-dovey this morning that I realized with a shiver that he was nearsighted. Damn, it scared me to death!" Ralf muttered, still uneasy.

Abigail was stunned as she listened, looking dazedly at Jeffrey’s departing figure. Then she found it both amusing and irritating. She suddenly remembered that her senior was also nearsighted.

But because of his personal image, he hardly ever wore glasses except for work and surgeries. So, in both lives, it was all her misunderstanding?

It wasn’t her senior giving her hope, just a misunderstanding.

Was it genuine self-inflicted sentimentality?

Abigail felt a mix of laughter and tears, thinking that she must have "died" from her own stupidity.

Seeing Abigail suddenly laughing, and laughing so awkwardly, the others were puzzled. Ralf cautiously approached, "Abigail, I’m sorry."

"Uh, I..."

"Ah! I passed!" Just when Abigail didn’t know how to respond to Ralf, a sharp cry rang out. Then a petite figure charged toward Abigail and hugged her tightly. "Abigail, Wilson and I both got perfect scores!"

"Really?" Ralf and Davis’s eyes lit up.

At this moment, Wilson also walked out, nodding to everyone. "Yes."

"Then I’m relieved." Although Ralf was disappointed, he was always open-hearted and grinned widely, knowing he wouldn’t hold everyone back.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone received the results automatically sent by the computer.

Except for Ralf, the other five were all selected and became official competitors.

Lena Locke stepped forward. "Ralf, are you okay?"

"Of course, this master might not make the main player, but I can cheer you on and pray for you!" Ralf said, pinching his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, want to know your chances of winning? I can give you a discount."

"Preacher!" Everyone sneered in unison.

With this disruption, the atmosphere became lively again.

As they discussed the semifinal, others came out of the venue one after another, including Duncan Symons and Celia Agatha.

This time, Duncan and Celia were the ones participating, but both visibly looked troubled as they came out.

Ralf lowered his voice, "Could it be that they didn’t pass the preliminary?"

His tone couldn’t conceal his schadenfreude.

Lena Locke glanced over. "I doubt it. But I saw them arguing when coming out, tsk tsk."

"Duncan blamed Celia for choosing unreliable people, and Celia blamed Duncan for not reminding her. Apparently, two of them did poorly." Wilson, who wasn’t far from them, knew the details.

Abigail heard this and glanced vaguely at them, "Let’s go."

"What’s there to be proud of? Just because you have one more person than us? Let’s see who wins the semifinal." Celia, feeling the group’s scrutiny, angrily retorted.

"You lost two people in the preliminary. What makes you think you can beat us in the semifinal?" Lena provocatively asked.

Celia fumed, "Just wait and see!"

She stormed off, leaving Duncan behind.

Duncan, hating Lena’s gloating face, gave them a deep look, lingered on Abigail, and then turned and left.

Let them revel for a few more days.