Chapter 942
Chapter 942 Sandy Cruz Cooperation (8)_1
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He wrote less than a hundred words.
But he had a knack for getting to the point, summarizing the content with just a few simple words.
Flossie Wright’s gaze paused abruptly.
Without deviating, Flossie called out to him.
"Your notes, lend me a set."
"Not lending."
The answer came without hesitation, not even a moment’s consideration given.
Flossie Wright: "..."
Becca Reyes: "..."
Becca Reyes, who noticed the situation, nearly choked with anger till she could spit blood.
What does that mean?
The notes she painstakingly made were ignored by Flossie, but once Flossie turned around, she was interested in someone else’s notes?
Was this gender discrimination or looks discrimination?!
Becca Reyes was not pleased, but as Austin Shepherd’s lecture started again, she was too busy taking notes to spare time for annoyance.
"How about this," Flossie raised her eyebrows, glanced at Mariana Buck facing the podium, then suggested with a meaningful look at him, "a collaboration?"
The night the Veteran Soldiers had arrived, Flossie had stumbled upon a conversation between two people.
Mariana Buck had shown up, but the man had not appeared.
Her memory wasn’t particularly good, but she had heard Sandy Cruz’s voice and retained some of it, so it naturally came back to her.
The two of them seemed quite fond of each other.
During Combat Training, she often benefited from Mariana Buck’s presence, sparing her the back-of-the-head threats.
When she was thrown to the ground, that was all that happened, but whenever she threw Mariana Buck, she’d have to endure the chilly stares from behind, adding pressure during training.
In making this request, on one hand, Flossie genuinely appreciated his notes, on the other, she didn’t mind dealing with the threats behind her.
After all, neither Mariana Buck nor Sandy Cruz were pushovers.
Sandy Cruz lowered his gaze slightly, looking straight into her eyes. After a moment, he said, "Deal."
At the same time, he set down his pen.
With a slight squint in her eyes, Flossie smiled, gesturing with her hand, "Great, then make an extra copy for me."
Sandy Cruz gave her a cold, sidelong glance.
However, Flossie had already turned away to continue her carefree nap.
At ten-thirty, the class ended on time.
Under Nathan Foster’s lead, they gathered on the field and then embarked on the night’s five-kilometer armed cross-country.
Becca Reyes, feeling guilty, fell back to run alongside Stuart Weston, who had twisted his ankle, while Jocelyn Carrington, unable to bear the scene, left her far behind.
After three hours of sleep, Flossie, who was now fully rested, regained all her stamina and ran on par with Belinda Nichols, who was ahead in physical fitness.
"What did you trade with him?"
Running side by side, with steady breath, Belinda Nichols suddenly threw out this question.
There was a noticeable disparity in physical fitness among the group of cadets, and as the two ran near the front, there were few people around them, allowing them to speak in hushed tones without being overheard.
"Sandy Cruz?" Flossie arched an eyebrow, asking.
Belinda Nichols nodded.
She sat next to Becca Reyes, and when Flossie got up to answer a question, Belinda had paid attention. After watching a few more times, she happened to catch Flossie saying "collaboration" to Sandy Cruz.
Flossie was not surprised.
"Nothing much." She tilted her head slightly and flashed a smile, "His notes seemed good, just asked him for a copy."
She didn’t bring up the matter with Mariana Buck.
Belinda Nichols narrowed her eyes, guessing she hadn’t been told everything, but decided against pressing further. After a while, however, she coolly remarked, "My notes aren’t bad either."
— End of Chapter 942 —