Chapter 920
Chapter 920: Episode 062 She isn’t Blind (2)_1
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"There’s still some time left," Rowdy Brightwill thought for a moment and then added, "You rest first."
After speaking, he didn’t linger and ran straight toward Drake Easton.
Without another word, he intercepted the man.
Flossie Wright closed her eyes and only heard footsteps gradually fading away. Thinking carefully, she hadn’t heard the assembly whistle either, so she didn’t ponder it further.
Not far away—
"Not even a minute!"
Drake Easton’s face was stern, his voice decisive and firm.
"Drake, brother..."
Standing in front of him, Rowdy Brightwill clung stubbornly, his face showing a pleading look.
Drake Easton’s eyebrows rose.
Drake, brother?
Even calling me ’boss’ won’t work!
Annoyed by his presence, Drake Easton said coldly, "Get lost."
"Just five minutes."
Rowdy Brightwill was persistent.
Drake Easton’s face darkened, truly at the end of his patience, and he kicked toward Rowdy Brightwill’s kneecap!
"Hey, hey, hey—"
Crying out, Rowdy Brightwill agilely dodged, his smile undiminished on his face.
"What exactly do you want to say?"
Seeing him stick close again, Drake Easton grabbed him and brought him forward, growling impatiently.
"Well," Rowdy Brightwill thought for a moment, then turned his head to look at the fallen figure, hinting, "She just finished running fifty laps."
Drake Easton looked in the direction of his gaze and saw Flossie Wright lying on the grassland.
Drake Easton had heard about Flossie Wright’s situation.
Rumor had it she caught a cold and fever, failed the shooting competition, and was punished by Nancy Phillips to run fifty laps.
This is serious selection training!
Not something that Rowdy Brightwill could sway as he pleased!
And delay five minutes? For Flossie Wright to rest five minutes, over three hundred people would lose five minutes each. Could this kid afford the total loss?!
After some thought, Drake Easton’s face still dark with anger, said, "I can let her rest for five minutes."
"That... " Rowdy Brightwill looked troubled, "With her stubbornness, she definitely won’t agree."
"I don’t care whether she agrees or not!"
Letting go of him, Drake Easton walked directly toward the field.
However, Rowdy Brightwill turned and grabbed his shoulder.
This was utterly intolerable.
"Do you really want to fight?"
Grinding his teeth, Drake Easton glared at him fiercely.
There was a pause, and Rowdy Brightwill took out a watch, shook it in front of him, and said bluntly, "Two more minutes."
In other words, in the time spent arguing with Rowdy Brightwill, three minutes had already been delayed.
Drake Easton’s expression darkened, veins throbbing at his temple.
Soon, Rowdy Brightwill’s smile slowly faded, and his expression softened. He was sincere yet insistent, "Brother, this time I’m begging you."
Taken aback for a moment, Drake Easton stared at him intensely, silent for a time.
"You kid," after a long while, he violently shook off Rowdy Brightwill’s hand, Drake Easton erupted in rage, "Get lost, I don’t want to see you this afternoon!"
"..." Watching him leave, Rowdy Brightwill suddenly realized and quickly nodded, "Okay."
Thus, the afternoon training was delayed by seven minutes.
Some people saw Rowdy Brightwill and Drake Easton arguing, but they were too far away to hear what they were saying.
However, the training time and schedule were arranged by the instructor. Their rest period was unusually long, so no one would have objections.
Soon, the whistle sounded.
Rowdy Brightwill got some medicine for Flossie Wright and took it with some water.
Clenching her teeth, with the support of Becca Reyes and Jocelyn Carrington, Flossie Wright stood in the neatly prepared line.
— End of Chapter 920 —