Chapter 896
Chapter 896, Episode 058 - Inviting Trouble or Not (10)_1
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Jocelyn Carrington had a good impression of Jessie Grain, so while Mariana Buck hadn’t returned, she asked in a relaxed tone.
"Umm, no," Jessie Grain tilted her head in thought and smiled, "Maybe because I didn’t like the look of her."
Jocelyn Carrington was at a loss for words.
Meanwhile, Flossie Wright had finished hanging up her clothes. When she walked over to Becca Reyes’s bed, ready to ask how she was doing, Becca Reyes had already stripped off her clothes and curled up comfortably in the quilt, fast asleep.
Exhausted from a whole day, even the most depressive mood had dissipated in the weariness.
No time to dwell on so much.
With a smile, Flossie Wright returned to her own bed, undressed, and prepared to sleep.
The night was late, and it was uncertain how long one could sleep.
In the dormitory, lights out, in the midst of sleep, one could faintly hear the sound of doors opening and closing, followed by the noise of someone hopping onto the upper bunk.
Knowing who it was.
Flossie Wright paid no attention and didn’t even bother to open her eyes.
Three in the morning.
When everyone was in the depths of their sweetest dreams.
"Beep—Beep—Beep—"
The shrill sound of the emergency assembly whistle pierced the air.
At once, the two previously quiet buildings erupted with chaotic noise.
In dormitory 105.
The moment Flossie Wright heard the whistle, she was the first to scramble up.
However, someone else had been quicker than her.
Dressed in record time, Flossie Wright was still fastening her buttons when she saw a shadow leap down from the bunk above, land nimbly, and quickly bend to put on shoes and equip her gear.
Each step was clear and orderly.
Evidently backed by ample experience.
Having fastened her buttons, Flossie Wright got out of bed, her movements leisurely and methodical.
By the time Flossie Wright had tied the laces of one shoe, she heard the "creak—" of the door, and footsteps already running out.
Pausing slightly, Flossie Wright looked up to see Jessie Grain and Mariana Buck, one after the other, disappearing from sight.
Slightly embarrassed.
Flossie Wright lowered her head and continued tying her shoelaces.
Her movements remained unhurried.
Belinda Nichols matched her pace, Becca Reyes was half a beat slower, and by the time the three of them left the room, Jocelyn Carrington was just putting on her shoes.
Within three minutes—
Everyone assembled.
No one remembered their previous positions, so they lined up anew according to height. New recruits mixed with veteran soldiers, tall, short, stout, slim, standing in rows—a sight more striking than any seen before.
There were five instructors at the assembly.
The head instructor—Austin Shepherd.
In charge of the male soldiers—Nathan Foster, Drake Easton.
In charge of the female soldiers—Nancy Phillips, Ciara Clark.
Assembly completed.
"Awake yet?"
Nathan Foster bellowed into the megaphone, standing at the forefront, his voice so loud it was likely audible in both dormitory buildings.
A chorus of voices responded in unison.
"Stand at attention, ten minutes."
The bellowing voice, amplified by the megaphone, reached everyone’s ears with stunning intensity.
Without resistance, everyone began to stand at attention, following the command.
Having them stand at attention had no other purpose but to ensure they were truly awake.
Nathan Foster and Ciara Clark, each with a megaphone, walked among the rows of troops—if anyone looked like they were about to topple or showed signs of drowsiness, their amplified voices would certainly rouse them, ensuring they wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again for quite some time.
After ten minutes.
It was Drake Easton, known for his stern demeanor, who took over with the megaphone and ordered the troops, getting them into formation.
Then, with furrowed brows and a solemn voice, Drake Easton announced, "Start with a ten-kilometer run for a warm-up."
— End of Chapter 896 —