Chapter 947
Chapter 947: They’re About to Break Up (4)_1
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"Lights out!"
Drake Easton shouted into a megaphone from outside.
"Bang." "Click."
Hurrying over, Jocelyn Carrington closed the door and turned off the lights.
Flossie Wright had already lain down.
Ready to sleep.
Mariana Buck stood still in front of the cabinet for a while, but eventually, she lost the inclination to tidy up her clothes, walked straight to Flossie Wright’s bunk, glanced down at her with lowered eyes, and jumped up into the upper bunk with both hands braced.
The next day.
Training went on as usual.
At the morning exercise, two more people opted out.
They were two military officers.
Those who gave up first were often those who had many options. Leaving here, they could find many development paths back in the Forces, and even better prospects.
It was only those without any alternatives who would clench their teeth and persevere.
And, the Frogman Forces, which are known for their harsh and challenging nature, needed those who had no way out and were also outstanding enough to stay.
Breakfast time.
Flossie Wright and Becca Reyes found a spot and sat down.
Soon after, Belinda Nichols and Jocelyn Carrington, who had finished picking up their meal, also came over and sat down beside her.
Just as Flossie Wright peeled an egg, someone took the empty seat across from her.
Looking up.
She met a pair of calm, assertive eyes.
Sandy Cruz.
Before Flossie Wright could feel puzzled, he had already bowed his head, and without seeking Flossie Wright’s permission, he lifted his hand to drag her tray over, then pushed his own tray in front of her.
This exchange was performed with particular calmness.
Flossie Wright: "..."
Everyone: "..."
"Not eating?" Casting a glance at the confused Flossie Wright, Sandy Cruz casually raised an eyebrow.
After thinking for a moment, Flossie Wright surveyed their breakfasts.
The breakfast menu was limited; she had chosen steamed buns, eggs, fried dough strips, and porridge, while Sandy Cruz’s portion, minus a fried dough strip, was the same.
Of course, exchanging breakfast, in Flossie Wright’s view, wasn’t anything significant.
If they were to exchange, then so be it; she wasn’t going to not eat her meal just because it was swapped or have any problems with it.
She wouldn’t argue with Sandy Cruz.
However, was there a need for this?
Yet, the very next moment, Flossie Wright clearly realized—
There was a need.
Two chilling gazes shot from behind, landing directly on her back as if tangible, inexplicably sending shivers down her spine.
There was malice in the air.
Without turning around, Flossie Wright’s eyes slightly hardened, and glancing across at Sandy Cruz, who had started eating, she twitched her mouth and began to leisurely eat the egg she had peeled.
Belinda Nichols, sitting to her right, was staring at her intently.
Flossie Wright thought it over, turned her head to look at her, picked up an unpeeled egg, and asked, "Want some?"
So, Belinda Nichols withdrew her gaze.
She was picky with her food.
Flossie Wright was well aware of this.
She just wanted to shut her up deliberately.
At the dining table, the atmosphere of the meal turned strange.
No discussion, no complaints, no conversation.
Only the sound of chewing food remained.
Everyone, as if by agreement, kept silent, but with Captain Sandy Cruz present, his profound aura brought about a tension at the table that made the atmosphere unexpectedly strict and solemn.
At the next table—
Mia Lawson drank her porridge absently, slightly tilting her head, her peripheral vision glancing towards a certain spot, the intensity of her hatred almost causing her to crush the spoon in her mouth.
"Sister Mia?"
The young nurse sitting opposite her quietly called out.
"Hmm..." Responding, Mia Lawson turned her gaze back and looked at her, "What is it?"
— End of Chapter 947 —