Chapter 75
Chapter 75: Episode 001 Throwing Away Cooking Class Activities (2)
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By rights, she shouldn’t be riding in the same vehicle as these elites.
"Why is Flossie Wright here? Could she have gotten on the wrong bus?"
"Who knows... She must have some connections..."
Hearing the whispered discussions behind her, Flossie Wright’s thoughts were brought back to reality. She had originally intended to ignore them but as she slid her gaze to one side, intending to take a quick nap, her eyes unintentionally met the curious gaze of the man next to her.
"What can I do for you?"
Flossie Wright squinted her eyes slightly and asked indifferently.
With his soft gaze fixed on Flossie’s delicate face, Calvin Ramos lifted the corners of his mouth into a gentle smile and confidently said, "You are exceptional."
Caught off-guard, Flossie didn’t immediately understand his intentions, so she naturally nodded and responded without any pretentions, "I know."
Calvin Ramos looked slightly surprised by her response, but his smile deepened.
This man seemed warm-hearted. The light outside the bus flooded in, highlighting him in his military uniform. He was like a legendary hero, handsome as an aristocrat. His charming smile was captivating.
A flicker in her eyes and Flossie suddenly understood why so many female soldiers would take the risk of violating military regulations to painstakingly pass him love letters.
Gentle, dashing, and warm-hearted.
Currently, many girls are into this type.
If this man were to wear a white shirt, he would probably make the girls swoon even more than he did in his uniform.
"Calvin Ramos."
The man extended his hand to her, clearly expressing amicability.
Flossie isn’t a petty woman. She raised her eyebrows slightly and extended her hand to him.
"Flossie Wright."
She responded each word distinct.
Outside the bus window, the light was just right, but there seemed to be fewer people in uniform around.
Unbeknownst to the riders, the bus had left its origin point and was now venturing along a wide, smooth road, not only marking its own departure, but theirs as well.
After all the vehicles had left, the instructor who had personally sent them off stood in the square for a long time. Striking a salute-like pose like statues, they watched as the convoy of vehicles moved further away until they disappeared from sight.
Under the rising sun, their postures were rigid as though rooted in the land. Their elongated shadows stretched out beneath them.
After the greater part of a day, the first bus finally arrived at a brand-new base—the South Sea Fleet, before darkness fell.
Under the many excited and expectant gazes, the bus took about half an hour to navigate around the base before finally pulling to a stop.
"Assemble!"
The leading officer was the first to exit the bus, blowing a whistle before the new recruits could react. The moment his command was issued, chaos ensued within the bus.
All the new soldiers scrambled for their luggage, trying to squeeze their way out of the bus. Fortunately, they were all vanguards and, despite their hurry, order prevailed. There were no accidents during the disembarkation process. However, because everyone was unfamiliar with each other, lining up was somewhat of a mess.
Flossie, who was never eager to compete, stood outside taking in the scene. She quietly found a spot in the queue when most of the others had lined up.
"Two minutes!"
Seeing them gradually quieting down, the leading officer’s face turned sterner by the minute. His oppressive aura intimidated the new soldiers into complete silence, standing at attention, quietly enduring their growling stomachs.
"Finn Evans, still leading new soldiers, I see?"
Before the new soldiers could stand for a few minutes, a handsome man in camouflage walked over with a smile. He seemed to be a friend of the stern-faced officer. His charmed glance was quite pleasing to others.
At that moment, many female soldiers felt their tiredness being swept away.
"You’re here just in time," Finn Evans, the stern-faced officer, waved at him, his expression softening considerably. "Well, since you have nothing to do after training, come help me take a couple of people to report to the cooking class."
"Sure," the handsome man in camouflage agreed without hesitation, and then his eyes, filled with laughter, swept over the group of new soldiers. "Which two?"
After Finn Evans quickly skimmed through the list of names, he yelled, "Becca Reyes, Flossie Wright, step forward!"
Both voices echoed simultaneously, and under the watchful eyes of the group, the two made their way to the front.
Janice watched Flossie’s departing figure with worry, her heart full of concern. She had assumed that Flossie would be training with her, so why was she being assigned to the cooking class?
"Both of them are women?"
The handsome man in camouflage seemed surprised, but there was no condescension in his tone.
"Women are better in the kitchen," Finn Evans said impatiently, waving his hand. "Go on, take them away quickly."
"Alright, follow me." The handsome man in camouflage spread his hands helplessly toward the two women before leading the way toward the cooking class.
Flossie felt that the situation was finally normal. According to the development of things, this outcome was the most reasonable one.
However, Becca Reyes next to her looked unhappy. Her originally attractive face became gloomy, filled with shadows.
Flossie didn’t pay any attention to her emotions, and calmly followed the sunlit handsome man.
"By the way, my name is Austin Shepherd." The sunlit handsome man slowed down his pace and waited until they were a certain distance away from the group of new soldiers before he introduced himself. He paused for a moment before adding, "You can simply call me Austin."
"Ok." Becca Reyes was obviously in a bad mood and brushed him off hastily, "Becca Reyes."
"Flossie Wright."
When she met Austin’s gaze, Flossie nodded slightly at him, her expression unexpectedly serene.
Austin tilted an eyebrow at her, his eyes twinkle with a subtle smile.
The walk to the cooking class wasn’t far, after a ten-minute walk, they could see the mess hall with soldiers walking in and out. Austin led them through a few twists and turns before they reached the main entrance of the cooking class.
However, before they could enter, they heard the crying voice of a woman from inside—
"Wah, I don’t want to do the procurements anymore! I’d rather die than do the procurements!"
— End of Chapter 75 —