Chapter 252
Chapter 252, Talk 032: Feeding Buns to Show Love (9)
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The soldier listened to his warning, nodding continuously, but just thinking about the number one hundred caused a pang in his heart.
Even if it was a male soldier, completing one hundred rounds, it wasn’t something anyone could easily endure!
"Well, that Nathan Foster is really stubborn," after Nathan Foster left, the soldier stood on the cliff and shouted to Flossie Wright who was still sweating profusely from her workout, "Wait for him to cool down, take your time to climb, and apologize to him in the afternoon, he won’t really make you complete a hundred rounds."
The soldier was a veteran, hence he knew about Nathan Foster’s reputation at the base. His temper wasn’t the best, but at heart, he was still soft, unlike Drake Easton where if he said one, it meant one. Whatever punishment he outlined had to be executed and even if it killed you, the mission had to be completed. In contrast, Nathan Foster was relatively easy to negotiate with, as long as you knew how to interact with him, occasionally pleading for mercy could work.
But this soldier didn’t understand Flossie Wright.
For Flossie Wright, the last thing she could do was beg for mercy.
A bit of tolerance was fine, admitting a little mistake was also acceptable. But what she was unable to accept was begging for mercy in a low voice.
Why should she beg for mercy?
In such a situation, it wasn’t Nathan’s fault, but it wasn’t her fault either. No one had to capitulate first, nor was there such a thing as pleading for mercy.
After all, she was even more stubborn!
Seeing no response from Flossie Wright, the soldier stood on the cliff for a while, watching her move slowing. Her figure was becoming smaller and underneath was the rough sea. It looked infinitely majestic but was full of danger, like a beast waiting quietly, ready to swallow the figure slowly shrinking into a dot.
The soldier couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, fearing she would accidentally fall due to exhaustion.
That wasn’t a joke!
The soldier took several turns on the cliff and wanted to inform Sergeant Lin from the cooking class who always stuck up for his men, so he could intervene. If something really happened, it wouldn’t be so simple. But bringing a mobile phone was forbidden during training, so after being gloomy for a while, he decided to meditate on the cliff for peace of mind, while not forgetting to keep an eye on Flossie Wright’s condition.
"What are you doing?"
Flossie Wright, who had climbed up again, barely got her head above the cliff when she saw the "fairy" meditating there. She was scared at first, but on a closer look, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and bemusement.
Choosing to be a Taoist priest instead of a good soldier.
"Hey, you’re okay!" Hearing this question, the soldier instantly jumped up from the cliff. He opened his eyes and saw Flossie Wright hanging on the cliff. His face immediately broke into a look of surprise and joy, and then he quickly reached out to her, "Do you want to come up and rest for a while? I won’t tell Nathan Foster."
Flossie Wright’s face was somewhat pale, she had a cold last night and hadn’t eaten anything since this morning. Plus, her body was already injured, she was beginning to feel a little worse for wear after these hardships.
However, it was just a bit of pain, she had no intention of giving up.
With a slight frown, Flossie Wright let go and started to make her way down again.
But, just as she took a step down, a shadow fell from above, bringing with it a sense of coolness.
Stopping her movement subconsciously, Flossie Wright looked up and saw, it was not the goofy soldier, but...
— End of Chapter 252 —