Chapter 18 She Does Not Stand a Chance

Noelle turned to find about six young men and women standing behind her. The one leading them, a woman in red training gear with a high ponytail, spoke with her arms crossed. "You'll become a laughing stock for showing up at a rookie training camp at your age." They were all in their early 20s, each one a prodigy selected for the national team. Ignoring the comment, Noelle stepped aside to change into her training gear for practice when another short-haired woman in yellow training gear blocked her way. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Hazel Clays, and I'm 21 years old. I was the oldest here before you showed up at this training camp." The others snickered while Hazel leaned in, looking all innocent and harmless. "Do you even know how to hold a racing wheel? Your name wasn't in the rookie basic training camp list, and Coach Landaal slipped you in last minute. You must have some serious connections, huh?" She covered her mouth and laughed. "If you're here just to buy a certificate a