Chapter 1611
Chapter 1611: Special Treatment Riddle Event (5)
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Just the thought of it made Rowdy Brightwill’s face fall.
His guess was probably accurate.
Flossie Wright stopped outside the tent.
𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
"Reporting in!"
A clear voice called out.
Soon, the voice of Glenn Hutchinson came from inside.
After a slight pause, Flossie lifted the tent flap and walked straight in.
Unlike the darkness outside, inside the tent, there was a bright light that made everything clear.
The space inside the tent was about half the size of Glenn Hutchinson’s office, but like a small but fully equipped space, it had everything: a bed, a table, chairs, and stools.
Compared to their single-person tents, it was much more comfortable.
Glenn Hutchinson was sitting on a chair, legs crossed, going through some documents in his hands.
Flossie stayed at the entrance, watching him silently.
After a while, without hearing any movement, Glenn slightly tilted his head and glanced at Flossie.
"Come here."
He spoke slowly and closed the stack of documents with a smooth motion.
At his feet, there was a pile of charcoal.
Flossie’s gaze swept over and she could still see the bluish flames emanating from the charcoal.
After a moment of consideration, Flossie followed the order and walked over to him.
Seeing her approach, Glenn pointed to the chair opposite him and spoke to Flossie again.
So, Flossie sat down.
The entire time, her focus was on the stack of documents in Glenn’s hand.
Every time she saw Glenn and glanced at the thick stack of documents, Flossie had a sense of foreboding.
"Finish reading this."
With a raised hand, Glenn handed the stack of documents to Flossie.
"Read again?"
With a slight twitch of her eyebrows, Flossie asked coldly.
Glenn replied.
Not taking the documents, Flossie frowned, "I’m still in the selection process. As an instructor, having me review all these students’ documents, isn’t it against the regulations?"
"The rules are set by me," Glenn lightly curled his lips and said unhurriedly, "What rules do you need?"
Flossie suddenly choked up.
"If you don’t read them," pausing slightly, Glenn spoke leisurely with a smile in his eyes, "Your points..."
Before he finished the sentence, Flossie, with a sharp glance, took the documents he handed over.
Seeing her take them, Glenn quickly stood up.
Flossie looked up at him.
"Take your time," Glenn lowered his gaze slightly, meeting her eyes with a faint smile, "I’m going out for a while."
So, Flossie withdrew her gaze.
She began to browse through the documents in her hand.
Glenn Hutchinson walked out of the tent.
Inside the tent, with the heat from the charcoal and the bright lights, the environment was much more comfortable than outside.
Flossie was reading very seriously, and any previous dissatisfaction had long disappeared without a trace.
Glenn’s timing was precise.
By the time Flossie had almost finished reviewing the documents, he returned, bringing a chill with him.
In his hand, he carried two portions of food.
Pausing her review, Flossie curiously furrowed her brows and stared at Glenn walking directly over.
Glenn sat down again in front of her, and to his right was a table, enough to place the two meals.
"Do they have any?"
Narrowing her eyes, Flossie asked.
Glenn answered immediately.
No need to think; it was clear that some people did not make it before nightfall.
After all, even Flossie and Belinda Nichols, arriving first, only reached it as dusk was falling.
As for those walking step by step, there’s no need to say more.
They’re probably still rolling in the snowfield now.
"This is called—" Flossie began slowly, drawing out her words.
"A reward."
Breaking open the chopsticks, Glenn replied matter-of-factly.
Flossie chuckled.
Although Glenn made an exception, which was unfair to the other students, Flossie certainly wouldn’t refuse the meal before her.
Thus, after finishing the documents, she ate with clear conscience.
And Glenn, as usual, didn’t ask if she comprehended anything, not even mentioning it during the meal.
After eating.
Flossie left.
Glenn couldn’t be too obvious in his actions; it wouldn’t be appropriate to keep Flossie too long, so he let her leave.
Outside, the cold wind was blowing.
Flossie’s body, already warmed, felt the heat gradually slipping away as she walked out.
On the open ground ahead, in about an hour, it began bustling with activity.
One by one, people were setting up tents, chatting amicably when they weren’t training. Those who couldn’t ski were still falling hard on the snow under the guidance of others.
The atmosphere was harmonious.
The afternoon’s anger and competition vanished without a trace.
Flossie glanced around a few times, then headed towards where she had set up her tent.
To avoid bumping into other students, she walked along the edge of the forest.
It took a little more time, but thankfully it was peaceful.
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
Suddenly, Flossie heard the deliberate knocking sound on a tree trunk in the jungle.
Frowning slightly, Flossie turned her head in the direction of the sound.
At a glance, she saw a hidden figure in the bushes.
— End of Chapter 1611 —