Chapter 90
Chapter 90, Episode 009: The Target of the Deputy Class (1)
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Flossie Wright, standing opposite to her, watched in disbelief as the dirty cloth, which had just wiped the table, flew straight towards the face of the recently-arrived female soldier.
Just as she walked in the door, Neal Thompson hardened instantly as she felt the damp, stinky dishcloth hit her face. It felt as though she had been robbed of her breath, and even a bout of shivers didn’t help to ease her. Her scalp started to tingle.
Becca Reyes turned her head back to see all this happening, her eyes filling with surprise and confusion, and her heart lamenting without warning.
With all the places she could have gone, why did she walk straight into her dishcloth?
"Who did this?!"
All of a sudden, a shrill voice erupted. Neal Thompson violently tore the cloth from her face and angrily threw it aside. She glared with burning rage at Flossie Wright and Becca Reyes, their presence incensing her to the point of wishing to skin them alive.
Flossie gazed back at her, her lip twitching slightly at the sight of rice and oil stains still covering her face.
The female soldier’s appearance was pretty ordinary. Probably due to the years spent in the Forces, her skin was dry and yellow. Now, with the traces of the dishcloth on her face and her ferocious expression, it was really hard to keep looking at her.
"It was me!"
Becca Reyes had always stood up for her actions, of course needing to take up the responsibility for them. Especially considering how clear this case was—it wouldn’t do any good to deny it, would it?
"A newcomer?"
Neal Thompson gave her face a fierce rub with her sleeve. Her unfriendly gaze scrutinized them, as though examining them from top to bottom. The displeasure on her face deepened.
Being a woman herself, and rather self-conscious about her own appearance, seeing two admirable ladies intruding on her territory was a discomfort. Coupled with the unexpected greeting she received the moment she walked in, her pent-up anger could not be underestimated. At this very moment, her burning gaze was set on them.
"Yes!" Becca responded loudly, showing neither inferiority nor arrogance.
In cooking class, both of them had never seen deputy Neal Thompson before. Judging from her attitude, language and timing, they assumed she must be their deputy.
"You’re making such a fuss just wiping a table." Neal sneered coldly as she moved several steps closer. Looking at their unafraid expressions, her hostility grew more apparent. "Since you both are so idle, it has been a while since we’ve done a thorough cleaning in the cooking class. After cleaning the dishes, I want you to tidy up everything inside and out. If I find even a spot of dirt, neither of you will get dinner tonight!"
Clear targeting, clear demonstration of authority.
A small flame sprouted in Becca’s heart. Consciously, she glanced at Flossie took a step forward, and loudly said to Neal, "Report! This has nothing to do with her! I will handle the cleaning!"
"You are quite righteous." Neal said expressionlessly, words that were meant to praise her held no tone of praise, only suppressed anger and maliciousness. She then swung her ominous gaze towards Flossie, who was standing aside quietly. "You, after cleaning up, run ten laps around the playground. No dinner until you finished!"
Upon hearing her unreasonable words, Becca instinctively wanted to curse, but as soon as the words were about to exit her mouth, she saw a warning glance from Flossie and quickly held her tongue.
— End of Chapter 90 —