Chapter 22
Chapter 22 Episode 011 - Let’s Go Together (1)
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Faced with the reactions from the female soldiers, Flossie didn’t understand until she saw Calvin Ramos himself and then it all made sense.
Speaking of Calvin Ramos, he had quite a reputation in the new recruit platoon. Not only was he good-looking and well-built, courteous to others, but even his military skills were top-notch. Before Rowdy Brightwill had arrived, the female soldiers enjoyed gossiping about him whenever they had the chance, which was why Flossie had found his name so familiar.
Therefore, the outcome of the hand-to-hand combat match between Flossie and Calvin Ramos was predictable.
"It’s okay, we just need to win all the six rounds of contests, so Flossie can concede this match." Jocelyn Carrington casually spoke. She hadn’t even given a proper eye to Flossie when speaking to the other female contestants as if trying to get revenge for the humiliation suffered from her earlier in the day.
Unfazed, Flossie stood aside, listening to them evaluate the abilities of the male soldiers, discuss the so-called strategy, and occasionally diss her.
She glanced at the fiery sun in the sky, admiring in disbelief the perseverance of those who prefer to get sunburnt rather than waste time.
"So, have you finished discussing?"
At some point, Rowdy Brightwill had casually come over, his signature smile on his face, seemingly curious about their conversation.
Jocelyn Carrington immediately responded without hesitation. As she met his twinkling eyes, her heart raced for some unfathomable reason.
"Are you confident you can win?" The smile faded from Rowdy Brightwill’s face, as he asked in a bold and sonorous voice.
In an instant, several female soldiers raised their voices simultaneously, their faces filled with confident smiles.
"Male soldiers, to victory!"
No sooner had the female soldiers finished speaking, than a booming voice roared from the male soldier’s side. The mighty cheer, underscored by hundreds of male soldiers standing up simultaneously, was awe-inspiring and left the female soldiers quite uneasy.
"Female soldiers, to victory!"
Naturally, the female soldiers also responded without hesitation. For a while, the male and female soldiers, despite a large numerical difference, strived to outdo each other in terms of enthusiasm, almost to the point of rupturing their vocal cords.
Amidst the deafening cheers, Rowdy Brightwill observed the group of passionate rookies. His dark eyes sparkled and rapidly glanced over each face, pausing momentarily when he noticed a figure standing aside.
Flossie, who stood aside watching from a distance, exhibited a calm and detached demeanor, utterly disinterested in partaking in the current activities, and showed no signs of worry or stress about the upcoming competition.
One could interpret it as her giving up on the game, but for some strange reason, Rowdy Brightwill was of the opinion that she was saving her best for last and had the entire competition under her control.
"We are ready." In the midst of Rowdy Brightwill’s contemplation, Drake Easton, who had finished his duties, approached him and blandly spoke.
Since Drake Easton was the class leader of the new recruit platoon and didn’t need to participate in the female soldier’s training, he was naturally left with trivial tasks. Therefore, when Rowdy Brightwill had the pick for the draw, he had already procured a few people to set up the competition venue.
"Thank you." Rowdy Brightwill grinned, draping his arm affectionately around Drake Easton’s shoulder.
Drake Easton gave him a cold, warning glance, "Training is training. If you take matters into your own hands again, don’t bother to justify yourself to the captain."
"Come on," Rowdy Brightwill’s smile seemed a bit strained at these words. He changed his embrace to a chokehold, trying to make it look brotherly, "I hold no grudges. Look at her moves this morning, does it really look like she’s a rookie? Mr. Drake, even as a trainer, adapting to situations is also a skill!"
— End of Chapter 22 —