Chapter 940
Chapter 940 Sandy Cruz Cooperation (6)_1
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Their cliff climbing involved scaling a nearly smooth precipice in the drenching rain, assisted only by a single rope, without even the luxury of gloves for their hands. They needed to make ten round trips within the allotted time. After the climb, everyone’s palms were stripped of thick layers of skin, blood streaming freely.
In the icy rain, the male soldiers were bare-armed, while the female soldiers wore tank tops, all enduring horse stance for two grueling hours. Those who couldn’t hold out were eliminated on the spot.
They underwent water endurance training with their hands and feet bound, thrown into the pool. They had to keep their heads above water to breathe and then submerge to shuttle back and forth twenty times, float for five minutes. They did front flips and back flips underwater, and even retrieved a mask from the bottom of the pool.
High-intensity training.
Even with a week’s period to adjust, the sudden onset of rigorous training was too much for some veteran soldiers to bear.
At that moment, it was no longer about ability but about perseverance.
Endure, endure, and endure some more.
The moment their faith collapsed, and the taut string slackened, giving up became their only road to take.
Just on the first day, eleven chose to quit, and three were severely injured and had to leave.
By the end of the meal, everyone started to believe that Austin Shepherd’s goal of "reducing the number by half within two weeks" was being rapidly accomplished before their very eyes.
Theory classes from six-thirty to ten-thirty.
The trainees, beaten and battered from the day’s trials, could finally rest during this time.
With no time to change clothes, they arrived to take notes with paper and pen, their clothes and hair dripping onto the notebooks, soaking them, yet their note-taking never ceased.
Desperate to record every word spoken.
Austin Shepherd lectured, having consolidated each class into a PowerPoint presentation. His teaching was concise, every word focused on the key points, with not a single digression from start to end, fingers cramping as they scribbled non-stop.
During the class, in the vast classroom, all that could be heard was Austin Shepherd’s steady lecturing voice and the sound of pens scratching across the papers.
The busy students had no time for anything but listening and note-taking.
Of course—
There were exceptions.
Like Sandy Cruz.
Like Mariana Buck.
Like Flossie Wright.
Sandy Cruz sat behind Flossie Wright, listening to the lecture with a half-hearted attitude, occasionally moving the pen to jot down a few key data points.
Mariana Buck sat to the right front of Flossie Wright, propping her chin with one hand while the other held a pen to the paper, yet her fingers never seemed to move, probably dozing with her eyes half-closed.
As for Flossie Wright...
𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Exhausted from the day, as soon as she sat down, she collapsed onto the desk, blatantly catching up on sleep.
Becca Reyes, frantically taking notes, couldn’t help but feel embarrassed for her.
Every theory class, Flossie Wright would do the same—leverage her exhaustion to sneak in a nap, without a second thought. What was infuriating was that she never seemed to pay attention to the lectures, yet her exam results were always among the top few.
Damn it all to hell.
Becca Reyes muttered to herself; this must be what they call a "study god". Compared to her, those study geeks who relied on hard work for their grades were leagues apart.
"Flossie Wright!"
In the final half-hour, Austin Shepherd finally couldn’t ignore it anymore.
She had been sleeping from beginning to end. He could overlook it, but these classes counted toward their grades, and Flossie Wright would have to pack her bags and leave if she failed the stage assessment.
— End of Chapter 940 —