Chapter 1133
Chapter 1133: Fight First, Ask for Votes (3)_1
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Food was plentiful; whatever she wanted to eat was available. Her spirits high, she ran for six hours every day in her room and didn’t feel tired at all.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
As she was deep in thought, the meal delivery arrived.
Not as silent as before, Flossie Wright pondered for a moment, then jumped off the bed and strode toward the door.
Just then, the person outside just came with the meal and asked in a low voice, "Awake?"
As she walked over, Flossie Wright responded indifferently.
"Cough cough," the person coughed lightly, then tentatively asked, "Do you know what day it is now?"
𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"Day seven," Flossie Wright stated calmly, taking the tray of food.
There was silence on the other side for a moment, then quickly, the voice continued, "Do you want to give up?"
Flossie Wright’s brows twitched slightly, but her refusal was very decisive.
"Really don’t want to?" The other party seemed surprised.
"Really don’t want to."
Rarely engaging in conversation, Flossie Wright answered swiftly.
"Well then."
That voice sounded rather disappointed.
Flossie Wright frowned in thought.
It seemed that someone had already given up?
Or perhaps both of them had...
After a pause, the other side continued to ask, "By the way, what do you want to eat tonight?"
Raising her eyebrows slightly, Flossie Wright’s grip on the bowl tightened a little, and her gaze swept nonchalantly toward the small window. Then her eyes paused, and the corners of her lips curled up lightly, "There’s supper too?"
Caught off guard by her quick reaction, the Soldier outside was completely baffled.
Having been in there so long, without a watch or anything, how could she keep track of time so precisely?!
It was damn incredible!
The one outside had never encountered such an oddity.
They were utterly bewildered.
Ella Pemberton, who had been listening all along, sighed helplessly and signaled the Soldier to lock the small door.
Feeling parched, the Soldier licked his lips and looked at Ella Pemberton in disbelief, "This is the first time I’ve come across someone like her."
Ella Pemberton looked at him with sympathy, "It’s my first time too."
In an enclosed space, it’s normal to keep track of time, but the senses tend to dull, making it easy to misjudge the time.
Especially since—
Ella Pemberton had the Soldier deliberately confuse the meal delivery times.
Either four meals a day or two.
The point was to confound them.
Unexpectedly, Flossie Wright not only remembered the time clearly but also responded with lightning speed, never doubting herself.
She was very lucid.
At the very least, her mental state was not an issue.
Contrary to her last shortcut, Flossie Wright’s state of mind this time was even more astonishing.
It wasn’t just about bravery and rationality.
Even though she had been underestimated for her mental toughness before, now—
She still managed to perplex Pendleton.
Too shocking!
"Only three days left," the Soldier stated gravely.
"Mm," Ella Pemberton nodded slightly, considering, "The other two gave up, so I’ll trouble you to pay extra attention to her."
"Not at all, it’s my duty," the Soldier hastily replied.
"Please do."
Smiling, Ella Pemberton earnestly requested.
Nancy Phillips had given up in the morning, and Jessie Grain had succumbed in the afternoon.
Both looked haggard when they came out, their mental states extremely poor, while Base’s Psychological Group stood outside like facing a major enemy, observing their mental condition.
If they were driven to illness by confinement, no one could take the responsibility.
— End of Chapter 1133 —