After hesitating for a while, I trotted over to him and asked, “Have you gotten used to things here yet?”
John nodded politely. “Sort of.”
Then he turned his face away and said nothing more. I scratched my head, feeling a little embarrassed. Not knowing what to say, I coughed, trying to break the silence.
But the silence won in the end. After standing around awkwardly for a while, I jogged over back to Flora and Harry.
By then, Flora and Harry had given up on comparing who had a rounder head and were staring at my curiously.
“What’s with the weird look?” I asked helplessly.
“What did you say to John?” Flora leaned over and whispered, “You know what? John’s way too cold. I ran into him on the way here and greeted him, but he just ignored me.”
“Maybe it’s because he doesn’t know you well,” I said, mulling it over. “Some werewolves are just like that, I guess. Warren acted similarly in the beginning. Back when we weren’t friends yet, he didn’t even look at us. Only when we became close did he change.”
At the mention of Warren’s name, Flora was suddenly disinterested. She nudged Harry and asked, “Isn’t John your roommate? Why haven’t you gotten to know him yet?”
Unexpectedly, Harry’s reaction was quite violent. He glared at Flora and shouted, “I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m not his roommate!”
With a puzzled look on her face, Flora asked, “Don’t the male team members share a room? There are four beds per room.”
Harry jutted out his chin proudly. “I applied to live alone.”
“Seriously? But why? Isn’t it a lot more fun to live with other werewolves?” Flora poked him.
“Oh, just drop it, will you? I wouldn’t want to live with him anyway!” Harry covered his ears, drowning out our questions.
“Answer me, Harry! Don’t you look up to Warren? Now that you finally have the chance to get close to him, how could you give it up?”
“Who said I look up to Warren? Just drop it or I’ll disown you!”
I pursed my lips, feeling that something was off. Harry was extremely outgoing and liked making friends. He preferred being surrounded by lively werewolves and was the sort who would get lonely easily. So why would he apply to live alone?
Just as I was about to ask, Jerome, the instructor in charge of our training, showed up.
Sylvia’s POV
I didn’t expect our instructor to be so young. He had a baby face, and he looked younger than Harry. But as soon as he spoke, things were different. His rough voice sounded very irritable.
The first thing Jerome did was asked Harry to stand up.
Flora and I looked at each other, thinking Harry had done something wrong.
But Harry was such a little fool. He didn’t take it seriously and stood up with a smile.
“Yes, sir? What can I do for you?”
After saying this, he even winked at Jerome as if he was giving a secret signal. He didn’t look serious at all.
But suddenly, Jerome kicked his butt.
Flora and I were both startled. We stood up and were about to help Harry get up, but Jerome stopped us.
“This is the army, not a place for you to fool around. If you go to the battlefield in the future, will you still face your enemies playfully like this?”
Flora trembled in fear and quickly retracted her foot.
On the other hand, Harry covered his butt with his hand with disbelief written all over his handsome face. It was as if he didn’t expect Jerome would kick him.
Then Jerome shouted at him again, “You’ve just come in, and you immediately made trouble. Harry, I’m telling you, I don’t give any special treatment here. Your request for a separate dormitory room has been rejected. I won’t approve it.”
Harry hemmed and hawed. He wanted to say something more but gave up when Jerome glared at him.
Jerome was a very fierce instructor. He was even more violent than a tyrannosaurus.
“You must move into your dormitory tonight. Otherwise, you get out of the army. You don’t even need to go back to the academy. Just go home directly.”
“Yes, sir,” Harry said with his head down and walked back to us dejectedly.
At this moment, a female voice suddenly sounded from the side.
“Sir, I’m sorry, I’m late.”
When I looked up, I was surprised. It was a beautiful she-wolf, and she seemed to be the last member of our team.
Flora exclaimed in surprise as she was also shocked by the beauty of the she-wolf. “Oh my! Why haven’t I seen such a beauty in the academy before?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered to her. Actually, I was also curious.
“Hello, everyone! My name is Layla. I just arrived at the army this morning. The driver got lost along the way and spent more travel time than expected. That’s why I’m late.” Layla smoothened the hair that scattered on her forehead and tucked it at the back of her ears as she spoke. Her movements were naturally enchanting.
I was almost dumbfounded watching her. Aside from her beautiful face, she also had a crisp and pleasant voice.
But Jerome seemed not affected by her beauty at all. He remained calm and indifferent. “No matter what the reason is, being late is late. And there is a consequence for it. As your punishment, you will stay and tidy up the equipment later.”
“Yes, sir,” Layla replied softly. Her gestures were still full of charm.
Flora clicked her tongue and rubbed her chin while looking at our new teammate like a lecher. “Oh my God! She is gorgeous. She is almost as beautiful as you, Sylvia. I really want to ask how she has gotten such plump breasts. We’re all she-wolves, but why are her breasts so big? Look at her uniform. It’s about to burst.”
The more Flora spoke, the more excited she became. I quickly covered her mouth and said, “Hey, keep your voice down. The instructor is looking at us.”
But my warning was too late. Jerome already roared, “Flora, stand up! In the army, you are not allowed to speak without permission. Don’t you know such a simple rule? Give me ten laps! Now!”
“Yes, sir!”
Flora didn’t dare to refute. She began to run with a sad face.
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