Chapter 1486
Chapter 1486: Stop Looking for Excuses to Carry You (6)_1
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"Curious?" Flossie Wright raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of a smile lurking in her eyes.
Iris Dukes nodded vigorously.
She was indeed quite curious.
"Go pour a cup of water." Narrowing her eyes, Flossie Wright commanded in a soft voice.
Iris Dukes obediently responded.
So, she obediently found Flossie Wright’s water cup and went to fill it up for her.
When she came back, she saw only Chloe Bell and Belinda Nichols by the wardrobe door.
"Eh, where’s Flossie?"
Scratching her head, Iris Dukes bewilderingly widened her eyes.
"She’s gone to take a shower."
Looking at her with a bit of pity, Chloe Bell shook her head and explained.
Iris Dukes wore a confused face.
Chloe Bell shrugged her shoulders.
She had figured it out.
In Flossie Wright’s words, if one sentence out of ten was true, it would be quite something.
Only Flossie Wright could talk nonsense with such a serious face.
"Let’s go," moving forward, Chloe Bell slung her arm around Iris Dukes’s shoulder, comfortably saying, "anyway, she’s fine now, I’ll take you to play soccer."
"Soccer? I can play."
Iris Dukes immediately shifted her focus, confidently saying to Chloe Bell.
With a slight change in expression, Chloe Bell poked her forehead, grinding her teeth, "Talk less."
Iris Dukes rubbed her forehead but didn’t contradict her.
Belinda Nichols watched them teasingly depart.
In her hand, she still held the Steamed Buns Flossie Wright had given her.
After thinking it over, Belinda Nichols glanced at the cabinet nearby and stuffed the Steamed Buns inside.
After taking a shower and eating the cooled down Steamed Buns, Flossie Wright went straight to bed to sleep.
Belinda Nichols also went to sleep.
The two of them, who usually spoke little, had a bit more lively atmosphere with Becca Reyes around previously, but once that gal left, except for Iris Dukes occasionally hopping around to chat about this and that, they basically did their own things.
It was still early, but Flossie Wright didn’t want to train, so she lazily went to sleep.
As for Belinda Nichols, she was mindful of Joshua Bailey’s "rest well," suspecting tomorrow wouldn’t bring anything good, so she treated it as her last peaceful sleep.
In reality—
This was indeed their last peaceful sleep.
That night, people in the dormitory came back one after another.
Although the relationships weren’t exactly great, everyone had the basic decency to know people were sleeping in the dormitory, so they all moved quietly.
Even Cassie Ferguson, who would have liked nothing better than to grab Flossie Wright and start a fight, also unconsciously lightened her movements.
The next day.
Four in the morning.
The students in the dormitory building, after a twenty-day hiatus, finally heard the assembly call whistle in the early morning.
"Beep—Beep—Beep—"
"Beep—beep—beep—"
"Beep—beep—beep—"
The incessant sound of the whistle penetrated everyone’s sleep, abruptly waking those still in slumber.
Twenty days ago, they would have jumped up at the sound of the whistle, but after getting used to their own schedules, the emergency assembly whistle caused them a few seconds of disorientation before they regained full consciousness.
Fortunately, their speed was not slowed.
In less than three minutes, all students had gathered under the dormitory building.
Lined up neatly.
However, in most of their eyes, there was confusion and bewilderment.
For so many days, except for Joshua Bailey and Dallion Collins, no other instructors had paid them any mind, and even those two had only supervised whether their missions were completed.
Suddenly faced with an emergency assembly, they were indeed not very accustomed to it.
Especially since Glenn Hutchinson, Joshua Bailey, Dallion Collins, and Jude Marsh, four instructors, were standing in front of their ranks.
The formidable presence of the four men gave them an indescribable pressure for no apparent reason.
Just after the assembly, Glenn Hutchinson glanced over, and several people came over to distribute equipment to them.
A dagger, a hundred grams of salt, a water bottle, a box of waterproof matches, plus a map.
These four items made them quickly realize what was about to happen.
With such equipment, there was no doubt it was a wilderness survival situation.
Flossie Wright just received her items and immediately scanned the map in her hands using the lights around her.
It was a hand-drawn map with only the cardinal directions marked, noting only rivers, and lacking any other description for identifying the terrain.
Additionally, there was a route, in red, marking a starting point and a destination.
And within this winding red line, there were five points marked, each at a certain distance from the others—a red dot.
Their purpose was unclear.
"Now that you’ve got your things, let’s talk business," said Joshua Bailey, the explainer, as soon as the distribution was over, speaking through a loudspeaker, "Here’s the thing, you’ve been training for a long while now, the same routines, the same subjects, you must find it quite dull. So, we instructors got together and decided to give you elite soldiers... um, so-called elite soldiers, an exciting challenge."
At this, Joshua Bailey deliberately paused to watch the reaction of the students.
None were excited by the word "excitement"; what they had were looks of skepticism and conjecture, along with various sighs of frustration.
As expected, when they were told to "rest well" yesterday, it really meant a big challenge awaited them.
The map is already like this—
Damn it, it’s so easy to get lost!
Truly exciting!
"Hey, elite soldiers, why aren’t you showing any reaction?"
Narrowing his eyes, Joshua Bailey teased with a smile.
In response, the students were jolted into alertness and retorted with a few words—
"Whatever the challenge, bring it on!"
"We’re waiting for it!"
"We’ll complete the mission!"
The few sparse responses were mostly bravado, while the majority were in a "fight to the death" mode.
Their assessment, how could it be easy?
Annoyed by their chatter, Joshua Bailey blew his whistle fiercely again.
Instantly, all noise disappeared without a trace.
They weren’t in the mood for shouting slogans.
"All right, let’s get down to business," Joshua Bailey said, easing his wrist, his smile disarming, "Here’s the situation. This is a deliberation assessment, you know, an assessment. Our standards are very simple: reaching the destination means success. Simple, right? Six days’ time, even if you get lost from south to north, you could still make it back, couldn’t you?"
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