Chapter 962
Chapter 962: Your Sniper is Not Worthy of Her (1)_1
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"Flossie Wright, right?" The girl smiled sweetly at her before handing over a notebook, saying, "Sandy Cruz asked me to give this to you."
She stood next to the bench, white lab coat draped over her, her smile clean and crisp.
Flossie found her somewhat familiar.
It was the medical staff here.
When someone in the team got injured during training, it was the captain who accompanied them to the medical room.
Flossie had been to the medical room a few times with others over this period and had some impression of the medical staff inside.
Of course, as the captain, Sandy Cruz had the most students under him and came here quite often.
Without much thought, Flossie put her phone down, then raised her hand to receive the notebook passed to her.
The girl stood by for a moment.
Cheekily, she looked at Glenn Hutchinson and then at Flossie’s wound, her brow furrowed as if she was pondering something.
Fortunately, she didn’t stand there long and left with a giggly smile after a couple of minutes.
Young, full of life, quick, and lively.
Bored, Flossie secretly judged her, but soon remembered she was about the same age, which made her feel awkward.
"What notes?"
As he picked out small stones from her flesh and saw her seriously flipping through the notebook, he felt inexplicably annoyed.
Bending her head slightly, Flossie didn’t look at him and said indifferently, "From class."
Thinking of the man who had saved her on the cliff, Glenn narrowed his eyes and asked, "His?"
"Mm," Flossie paused, feeling something was off, then added, "Copied for me."
"He copied them for you?"
Stopping his hands, Glenn looked up, his gaze fixed on Flossie, clearly displeased.
Flossie flipped through the notebook in her hands.
Suddenly, his eyes darkened and Glenn’s voice turned cold, tinged with anger, "Flossie Wright, don’t you have hands?"
Flossie turned her head and swept him a rather speechless look.
Frowning slightly, she met Glenn’s rather angry gaze and was caught off guard.
What is he rambling about?
After a while, Flossie thought about it and said calmly, "I’m lazy."
If there’s an easy way out right there and you don’t take it, you’re a fool.
Since Sandy Cruz was willing to copy for her, she had no reason not to accept.
Musing for a moment, Glenn’s expression seemed to be laced with frost as he declared emphatically, "You’re not allowed to do that anymore."
"..." Flossie’s mouth twitched slightly, "That’s my freedom."
Looking at her coolly, Glenn did not back down, "Slacking off in class, I can report that to your instructor."
"Glenn Hutchinson!" Flossie gritted her teeth.
"Will you die if you don’t meddle in my business?"
Flossie gripped the notebook tightly, her patience worn thin by his provocations.
This guy is really something!
Glenn answered promptly.
However, just as Flossie raised an eyebrow, she heard the person beside her whisper softly and tenderly, "If I can’t see you, I would die."
His tone was low, his voice gentle.
A stir within her heart.
Flossie pursed her lips.
She couldn’t utter a word.
Rebuke him?
Disgust him?
Reject him again?
He was like chewing gum, no matter how heartless or ruthless she was towards him, he could find a way to stick to her again.
Impossible to shake off.
— End of Chapter 962 —