I kept reminding myself of Rufus, trying to cover Layla’s face with Rufus’. I ran in a complete daze- until Harry stopped me.
“Sylvia, you’ve done ten laps already.”
“Oh, I didn’t even notice…” I nearly hit myself on the head irritably. I had almost run one more lap.
Harry and I slowly made our way back to the team. Flora was already there, chatting with Layla happily. From what I could pick up, they seemed to be talking about how to make breasts bigger.
Just then, Layla saw me and smiled.
My heart skipped a beat and I quickly looked away. I couldn’t wait until training was over.
But even after training, I was still bound to see her. Layla was a girl and would most definitely be sharing a dorm room with us.
When this thought crossed my mind, I pursed my lips unhappily.
“Sylvia, what’s with you today?” Flora seemed to notice my conflicted expression and looked at me in confusion.
Layla burst into laughter. “Sylvia, you ran so fast!”
My cheeks turned even redder. I was at a loss as to what to do. I just wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury myself.
In order to avoid any contact with Layla for the rest of training, I deliberately stood next to Harry. However, the instructor took me to Layla’s side with a sullen face.
“You have to line up from tallest to shortest from now on.”
The instructor’s words were set in stone, so I had no choice but to stand next to Layla obediently.
The shortest of all of us, Flora, smiled at me. She straightened her back and puffed out her chest, showing off her newfound knowledge on breast enlargement.
I made a funny face at her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Just as I opened my mouth to comment, Layla spoke up first.
“I’ve been paying attention to you for a while now, Sylvia.”
My whole body immediately went stiff. I didn’t say anything, nor did I look at her.
Layla giggled softly, which sounded like music to my ears. “I took notice of you ever since the placement test. I’ve witnessed your progress, all the way until you made it here. I really appreciate your talent and capability, including the way you do things. I just know that, one day, you’ll stand at the top.”
Only then did I turn to look at her, wide-eyed. “So, you…”
Layla’s expression softened. “I scared you just now, didn’t I? Maybe it’s because I admire you so much that I wasn’t able to express myself properly.”
“So, you meant you admired me when you said that you liked me?” I asked seriously, narrowing my eyes at her.
Layla raised her eyebrows innocently. “What else did you think?”
Hearing this, my cheeks turned red but I felt relieved.
“Hey! What’re you two talking about? Who do you like?” Flora tried to squeeze into our conversation. “How come you have a secret already?!”
But before she could say anything more, Jerome interrupted her angrily.
“Flora! Have you no shred of remorse?”
The frightened Flora snapped back to her attention. She squeezed her eyes shut and shouted, “Sir! I asked for your permission just now, but you didn’t hear me!”
Sylvia’s POV
In the end, Jerome still punished Flora. It just so happened that this morning’s training program was to throw grenades. Of course, we didn’t really throw actual grenades-we just threw balls. And Flora was made to pick up all the balls we threw.
Our training ground was located in a vast wilderness. A long line of sandbags piled on top of each other formed a defensive wall, while on the other side of the line was a pit of “grenades”-or balls, in this case. Now, what we were tasked to do was throw the balls into the pit.
After Jerome finished briefing us, he left us alone to train freely. He was to check up on us later after we had grown familiar with the process.
As for Flora, she not only needed to practice throwing balls, but she also needed to pick them up when we ran out.
I wanted to help her pick up the balls, but Jerome didn’t allow anyone to assist her.
“He’s stricter than Blair,” Harry couldn’t help but complain.
“This is the army,” I sighed with a shrug.
All of us were wound up to a certain degree. After all, we needed to be alert at all times; we couldn’t afford to make any mistakes.
After a few rounds of training freely, Jerome went over to check up on us.
He announced that the weakest thrower was to treat everyone else to lunch.
Flora, who was exhausted from running around picking up balls, perked up when she heard this and volunteered to throw first.
After throwing ten balls, only one landed in the pit. Jerome was pissed off. “How could you be so weak?!”
Harry covered his mouth with his hand and tried to stifle a giggle.
Flora was so sad that she buried her face in her hands and retreated to a corner.
Not wanting to damage her self-esteem, I deliberately lowered my strength from a hundred percent to just twenty.
Jerome saw what I was up to, but he was too angry to speak, so he simply waved his hand to signal the next person to start throwing.
But everyone caught on to what I was up to. They all performed badly on purpose. The best score was only three balls out of ten.
When the last ball was thrown, Jerome sneered coldly. “Do you think you deserve lunch? Stay here and get your act straight first!”
After saying that, he left in an angry huff, leaving the five of us looking at each other dejectedly.
We spent the whole morning training hard. Jerome had said that our team would go on an official mission after a week of training, so the first week was very crucial.
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