Chapter 922
Chapter 922: Episode 062 She isn’t Blind (4)_1
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How many people here are waiting to make a joke of her?
The weakest among the four captains.
That’s what people have said about her before.
She, Flossie Wright, loves to be contrary; the more others want to see something, the less she would give them the chance.
So, when Flossie Wright went into the sea, she wasn’t as slow as Becca Reyes and the others thought she’d be, falling behind. Instead, she swam forward quickly, and, in the blink of an eye, she was even a few seconds faster than them.
The few who were watching her almost popped their eyes out.
Tsk tsk, this one is simply defying the heavens!
"Flossie Wright just ran fifty laps, didn’t she?"
Lagging behind, Jocelyn Carrington widened her eyes in disbelief and asked Becca Reyes beside her.
Becca Reyes nodded blankly.
"Is she sick?" Jocelyn Carrington asked again.
"Damn it!" Jocelyn Carrington burst out with a curse, her face twisted with conflict, and after a long time, she finally said, "Keep up with her first!"
Becca Reyes snapped out of it.
In the midst of their conversation, Flossie Wright had already swum out tens of meters, catching up to the first batch.
Turning her head, Becca Reyes wanted to call for Belinda Nichols, but she realized there was nobody nearby.
𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
Frowning, she looked up and realized that Belinda Nichols was also keeping up with Flossie Wright’s speed, swimming at the very front, barely recognizable except by her shadow.
Without hesitation, Becca Reyes immediately said, "Go!"
Jocelyn Carrington’s competitive spirit was also ignited, and naturally, she didn’t linger either, speeding up her pace to swim towards the front.
This is too much of a blow to the ego!
Five kilometers.
Flossie Wright had been among the first batch the whole time.
In the end, although she wasn’t at the very front, she made sure not to arrive at the tail end of the last batch.
Covered in wounds, with a cold, exhausted... under such conditions, to still achieve such a result in the military swimming exercise was beyond what anyone had expected.
Only Becca Reyes and the others realized that Flossie Wright really pushed herself to the limit.
Anyone who had trained with her knew that Flossie Wright’s swimming, diving, combat, and shooting were all top-notch. It’s just that she herself wasn’t very competitive and always held back during training; otherwise, she wouldn’t be achieving just above-average results.
In Becca Reyes’s view, Flossie Wright didn’t care about rankings; she only cared about improving herself.
It seemed she was giving her all.
Between the swimming exercise and the Combat Training, there was a ten-minute break.
And during these ten minutes, Flossie Wright felt many measuring glances upon her, incredulous, malicious, appraising...
So many that she couldn’t muster the energy to look at them.
Lying on the sand, Flossie Wright kept her eyes closed, feeling the sea breeze brushing past and hearing the murmuring conversations nearby. She offered no response.
The military swimming exercise just now was so desperate, although she could have rested in the water, it had drained her remaining strength. Now her limbs felt numb, making it extremely difficult for her even to move a little.
Fortunately, a large group was still trailing behind, allowing her ample time to rest.
Instructor Drake Easton, intending to let Flossie Wright rest, couldn’t have imagined that not only would she fall behind without a word of complaint, but she also performed outstandingly, arriving with the first group.
He was genuinely surprised.
It wasn’t until Rowdy Brightwill arrived that he, with his expressionless face, communicated Flossie Wright’s actions to him, shocking Rowdy Brightwill as well.
Rowdy Brightwill’s eyes widened immediately.
"Am I lying to you?"
Drake Easton furrowed his brows.
"No..." Subconsciously shaking his head, Rowdy Brightwill pondered for a moment. "Is she alright now?"
"Still alive."
Drake Easton lifted his gaze, looking towards the motionless Flossie Wright in the distance.
"That’s good."
Rowdy Brightwill let out a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards Flossie Wright.
Raising an eyebrow, Drake Easton held him back.
"What’s up?" Turning around, Rowdy Brightwill inquired.
"Remember what the Captain said?" His words carried a chill, bringing a warning from Drake Easton.
Rowdy Brightwill was taken aback, his head drooping somewhat awkwardly.
Of course, he remembered.
Being a combat instructor was fine, but during training, he could not get too close to Flossie Wright.
To prevent damaging the atmosphere.
This was something Austin Shepherd and the others all agreed upon, constantly cautioning him.
It was one thing for an instructor to be close to a student, but openly favoring someone during training and not being complained to death by others?
After a pause, still not feeling assured, Drake Easton reminded him again, "Stay away from her."
Nodding, Rowdy Brightwill responded without much spirit.
How could he not agree?
He didn’t want Flossie Wright to be the subject of people’s criticism.
No sooner had Flossie Wright recovered than Combat Training started.
The whistle echoed in her ears.
As the others turned over and got up, Belinda Nichols stood by her side, extending her hand to Flossie.
With a light lift of her eyebrows, Flossie Wright smiled faintly, took her hand, and effortlessly stood up with her help.
They stood face to face.
Belinda Nichols looked at her, her brows furrowed as she thought for a while, and finally still chose to speak, her voice cool, "Are you okay?"
Flossie Wright nodded.
Perhaps the medication had started to work, the high fever was gradually subsiding, there was no longer a feeling of heaviness, and besides fatigue and pain, there were no other sensations.
After a moment, Belinda Nichols continued, "Tell him to swap out."
"Him?" Raising her eyebrows, Flossie Wright was puzzled.
"Rowdy Brightwill." Belinda Nichols explained.
Pausing, Flossie Wright caught on and suddenly laughed, "No need."
"You can’t beat her."
Belinda Nichols spoke coldly.
Smiling lightly, Flossie Wright turned her head and asked, "How do you know I’m not letting her win?"
After speaking, she walked toward the Assembly Area.
Stunned for a moment, Belinda Nichols’s mouth twitched slightly.
If Flossie was really letting Mariana Buck win, would she have ended up so injured yesterday afternoon?
She still had eyes, she wasn’t blind.
— End of Chapter 922 —