Chapter 1681
Chapter 1681: Why Do We Lose? (3)
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"None of you have any spirit. Want to run another two kilometers?"
Playing with the whistle in his hand, Joshua Bailey used his usual trick again.
As soon as he finished speaking,
the exhausted trainees immediately stood up straight, looking at Joshua Bailey with piercing eyes.
It seemed they could poke a hole through him.
Self-torturing Joshua Bailey was finally satisfied.
"Group One, Group Two, get ready. The rest of you, rest."
Holding the megaphone, Joshua Bailey issued the order.
The rest of the groups stayed put to rest while the members of Groups One and Two, filled with high spirits, walked towards their assigned inflatable boats.
Carrying the inflatable boats, they got into the water.
Each one picked up their paddles, ready to row.
Standing on the shore, Joshua Bailey took a few glances and then blew the whistle hard.
"Beep——"
The sharp sound echoed unexpectedly loudly in the empty Valley.
"One, two, one, one, two, one..."
"One, two, one, one, two, one..."
The members of the competing groups chanted their slogans deafeningly.
Full of passion and vigor.
Both groups were all women. In terms of individual strength, they should be on par. However, rowing tests teamwork; personal effort alone cannot decide everything.
Group Two’s coordination was relatively better than Group One’s.
Unexpectedly, they took the lead by a long margin.
The course was short, and near the water’s surface on the opposite shore floated a red marker. Once around the marker, and back to the starting point, the course was complete.
Group Two initially had a slight lead, but eventually surpassed by tens of meters, reaching the finish line with a significant gap.
When Group One’s members were pulled ashore, their faces were full of regret and unwillingness.
But such emotions disappeared without a trace under a cold glance from Iris Dukes.
Lose is lose, with no excuse for quibbling.
"Group Three, Group Four, it’s your turn now."
Recording the time and performance, Joshua Bailey called out to the next two groups.
Soon, one group led by Cassie Ferguson and another led by Flossie Wright each approached their respective submarines.
Under Joshua Bailey’s order, the submarines were placed into the river.
"Captain Flossie, should we have someone in our group lead the chant?"
Just grabbing the paddle, Devina Millet deliberately shouted to Flossie Wright.
Sitting at the bow, Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow, looked at her leisurely, and smiled, "Sure."
Devina Millet was just about to suggest the Captain do it, but soon, she saw Belinda Nichols sweep her with a cold glance.
"You do it."
Belinda Nichols casually assigned this duty to Devina Millet.
Devina Millet frowned immediately.
"I agree." Chloe Bell immediately raised her hand.
Mariana Buck chimed in.
"I agree too!"
Iris Dukes enthusiastically raised her hand.
Devina Millet was choked by them.
This group really had a tacit understanding!
Devina Millet finally experienced the bitter taste of being hoisted by her own petard.
Originally, she wanted to see Flossie Wright embarrassed...
But thinking it over, she realized it was impossible, and Devina Millet could only sigh helplessly.
"Beep——"
Joshua Bailey blew the whistle.
"One, two, one——"
As soon as everyone in Group Three clutched their paddles, they heard Devina Millet’s shrill voice, and suddenly, they felt a chill from behind.
— End of Chapter 1681 —