Chapter 1243
Chapter 1243 I’ll Treat You to a Meal, You Cook (6)_1
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"I’m going back."
After a three-second pause, Belinda Nichols said, turning to leave.
"Hey, wait a second." Rowdy Brightwill quickly called out to her.
Belinda’s steps halted, and she turned her head to look at him with a frown.
"Thank my sister for me," Rowdy Brightwill said, lifting his right hand holding the wooden box. He then reconsidered and squeezed out a grin, "And, thank you for your gift."
Belinda responded indifferently, indicating that she understood.
Watching her departing figure, Rowdy Brightwill felt utterly disordered by the wind, filled with endless sighs in his heart.
This birthday... he really felt he had aged.
Just then, a moment of clarity flashed through his chaotic brain.
He had argued with Nancy Phillips at around six, and now it was eight o’clock. Why was Belinda still here?
Could it be—
She had been waiting here all this time?!
Thinking this, Rowdy Brightwill felt even more confused.
What a mess!
After eating two meals in a row, Flossie Wright was quite full. She had no desire to exercise as she usually would and headed straight to the Dormitory for a shower.
Problem was, having slept all day, she found herself wide awake come evening, especially since it was only eight-thirty.
Finding a book at Belinda’s place, Flossie skimmed through her phone and ended up making a phone call to Regan Wright.
Old Mr. Wright lived separately from Regan Wright and they would talk on the phone occasionally, but didn’t update each other constantly. Since Regan Wright had called, there was no harm in Flossie returning the call out of boredom.
The call lasted no more than five minutes.
Right after hanging up, the door was pushed open.
"You’re done?"
Putting her phone aside, Flossie Wright looked up at the entering Belinda Nichols with a raised eyebrow in confusion.
"Yeah," Belinda replied coolly.
"Were you waiting there the entire time?" Sensing something amiss, Flossie speculated.
"Yeah," Belinda continued simply.
Flossie rubbed her forehead.
That was really dedicated.
Mariana Buck and Jessie Grain were absent, and although Flossie wanted to ask more questions, she eventually felt it was pointless and turned back to her book.
Belinda was not one to speak much, but she wasn’t silent either. She just didn’t have as many questions. Seeing that Flossie had nothing to say, Belinda took a seat at her own place.
Like Flossie, she read some professional material from a book.
That night, after lights out at eleven, Flossie found herself with no trace of sleepiness whatsoever.
She flipped over, jumped out of bed, and climbed down from the third-floor balcony.
At the Training Ground, she practiced until three in the morning.
Her physical fitness had improved vastly, but the only downside was, when you wanted to feel tired, it wasn’t so easy anymore.
Long-term, high-intensity training had conditioned her body to the regimen, and now that she found herself with some downtime, she felt an itch in her fists.
The trouble was, she kept thinking about all sorts of random things.
Returning at three in the morning, after just two and a half hours of sleep, the wake-up call blared its "doo-doo-doo."
The assembly took three minutes.
Ella Pemberton was already waiting downstairs.
Once the formation was in place, Ella’s gaze swept across and settled on three individuals scattered amongst the troupe.
"Flossie Wright!"
"Jessie Grain!"
"Nancy Phillips!"
After the roll call, Ella Pemberton frowned and stated firmly, "Fall out!"
"Yes, ma’am!"
The three responded in unison.
Immediately, they stepped out of formation and lined up neatly.
Regarding them with a stern expression, Ella Pemberton raised her voice, "Starting today, you will train just like everyone else and catch up on all the subjects you’ve fallen behind!"
Each of the three was taken aback.
Jessie Grain and Nancy Phillips exchanged looks, while Flossie gazed up at the sky.
The group standing behind them had been honed into elites, their recent efforts no less significant than those of the three women. Regarding the subjects a Frogman should master, only Nancy Phillips had some knowledge.
Jessie Grain and Flossie Wright had absolutely no experience!
Which meant they had to start from scratch, painstakingly making up for the efforts others had put in over the past two months.
"Did you hear me?!"
When no response came, Ella Pemberton asked again, her voice carrying a note of severity.
"We heard you!"
The three shouted in chorus.
And, in contrast to the resignation in Jessie Grain and Nancy Phillips, Flossie Wright’s eyebrows lifted with eager anticipation for mastering the upcoming tasks.
She had been worrying about having nothing to do.
"Rejoin the formation!"
"Yes, ma’am!"
After receiving the command, the three rejoined the group behind them.
What followed was routine training.
It was the first time Flossie Wright and Jessie Grain participated in the official team’s training, but after going through the process, they found that the previously challenging tasks were now virtually no problem for them.
Sniper training not only improved their specialized skills but also enhanced their physical fitness.
Apart from some techniques yet to be mastered, the two women were on par with everyone else.
During the afternoon’s Underwater combat, Flossie even managed to capture two Veteran Soldiers, infuriating them to the point where, despite their gnashing teeth, they had no real way to retaliate.
Three days later.
On the weekend, Eddy Codalt’s Frogmen leisurely scattered throughout the Base, finding every way possible to pass the time.
Around two in the afternoon, at the hottest part of the day, the base’s emergency assembly call sounded in a life-threatening urgency, disturbing everyone whether they were playing or training.
This was not a drill!
A real Mission had come!
— End of Chapter 1243 —