Chapter 1144
Chapter 1144: Birthday Gift Survival Game (3)_1
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"Ah," Iris Dukes let out a long sigh of relief and exclaimed, "You have so many glorious deeds, I really admire you."
"..." After a pause, Flossie Wright slightly raised her eyes and said dismissively, "Thanks."
"Hey," seeing her walk away again, Iris Dukes placed her hands behind her back and followed Flossie with great strides like a child, tilting her head and asking, "Flossie, are you and Captain Hutchinson in a relationship?"
Chattering pointlessly, Flossie Wright had no intention of paying her any more attention.
As if not noticing, Iris Dukes followed her step by step with her clear eyes full of anticipation and curiosity.
Frowning slightly, Flossie Wright came to a brief halt and looked at her intently, answering word by word, "No."
"Is that so."
Touching her chin with her finger, Iris Dukes nodded her head but didn’t show any excessive emotion.
With her hands in her pockets, Flossie Wright appeared nonchalant and casually raised an eyebrow, asking leisurely, "Do you eat a lot?"
"Ah, that..." Rolling her eyes, Iris Dukes immediately looked down and puffed her cheeks, "I do, a bit."
"Like to eat?" Flossie Wright asked.
When the topic of eating came up, Iris Dukes’ eyes lit up and she nodded immediately.
Looking down at her, Flossie Wright spoke calmly, "The food in our cooking class is very tasty."
Iris Dukes responded immediately, but there was still a hint of disappointment between her brows.
She wasn’t from here, and just running off to someone else’s cooking class to scrounge food was a bit... improper.
"Go find Captain Lin, he will give you something to eat," Flossie Wright suggested expressionlessly.
"Really?" Iris Dukes was eager.
Flossie Wright nodded.
"Then..." Iris Dukes’ eyes widened.
"Let’s go," Flossie Wright said directly.
Seeing her agreement, Iris Dukes immediately waved her hand, waved at Flossie Wright, and then hurried back to the kitchen.
Watching her rapidly disappearing figure, Flossie Wright shrugged her shoulders and turned toward the drill field.
She had gone to help in the cooking class in advance, and now, with about ten minutes left until six o’clock, she had enough time to run a few laps on the drill field.
Mainly, she didn’t want to see Glenn Hutchinson.
At quarter past six.
Flossie Wright arrived leisurely late.
From afar, she could still hear cursing voices behind her.
Glenn Hutchinson, just out of the kitchen, heard the noise and his gaze drifted past Flossie Wright to look into the distance.
He saw the figures of several soldiers.
They were pointing at Flossie Wright, cursing loudly and almost jumping up in anger.
"Damn it, Flossie, what have you done," Little Yan, who was about to go feed the pigs, ran over anxiously, bombarding Flossie Wright with questions, "The guys from the third platoon, all of them want to kill you."
"Nothing much, just had a fight."
Replying lazily, Flossie Wright flexed her wrist.
With those words, the listeners generally had an idea.
Had a fight?
If you’re involved, "just had a fight" is quite an understatement, isn’t it?
Thinking of her annoying character, bystanders couldn’t help but cringe and simultaneously felt worried for those from the third platoon.
In fact, Flossie Wright could be rather harsh, but it wasn’t entirely her fault.
Just now, while she was running laps, she accidentally encountered some guys from the neighboring third platoon who were "instructing" someone in hand-to-hand combat. Flossie Wright "disapproved" of their "guidance" and went over to give them some "direction."
— End of Chapter 1144 —