Chapter 933: Chapter 933: I Have the Ability to Beat You Down (3)_1
Startled by her, seven people quickly lowered their heads, continuing their push-ups without daring to pause for even a moment.
"Cherry Hamilton, which eye of yours saw me deliberately playing tricks?" Becca Reyes asked, releasing her with a light, breezy smile, "You get into conflicts with others, and it’s my conspiracy? While everyone else is obediently doing their push-ups, you stand here righteously slandering me."
With that, Becca Reyes paused mid-sentence, the smile on her lips deepening, "Now, I have to ask you, where do you get so many privileges? Could it be, just because you have Calvin Ramos backing you up?!"
"You!"
Fury flared up instantly, and just as Cherry Hamilton was about to erupt, another forceful grip restrained her shoulder.
Turning around in annoyance, she found herself staring into a pair of eyes as cold and piercing as a frigid pond, the silent chill coming from behind her making her inexplicably freeze.
Belinda Nichols looked at her with cold eyes, her expression unreadable, and asked, every word deliberate, "What’s your choice?"
After a dazed moment, Cherry Hamilton gradually regained her composure, yet she still felt an icy chill all over her body, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
"Push-ups."
After a long while, she clenched her pale lips and forced out three words through gritted teeth.
No sooner had she spoken than Belinda Nichols let go of her.
With furrowed brows, Belinda Nichols paused and then reminded in a chilly tone, "Hurry up."
"..."
Cherry Hamilton was furious but powerless.
Biting her lips almost to the point of bleeding, Cherry Hamilton felt utterly wronged, but faced with the threats and warnings of these people, she had no choice but to swallow her pain and pride and lower herself to do the push-ups.
Jocelyn Carrington was reveling in the schadenfreude.
Indeed, to stay with Flossie Wright, Becca Reyes, and Belinda Nichols, one had to possess a certain resilience.
If real problems arose, their combined presence was not something just anyone could withstand.
She had taken a dislike to that pretentious woman, Cherry Hamilton, long ago.
The five hundred push-ups took a somewhat long time to complete.
The few who were standing grew somewhat bored, but constrained by Flossie Wright’s intimidation, they kept their mouths shut and stood neatly in line.
...
Before long, noisy voices came from the dormitory across the way.
"One two one, one two one..."
Two hundred and five people, shouting in unison with a resolve to shout until their throats were raw, let out deafening roars.
They formed neat rows, running with steady rhythm towards the opposite dormitory.
Leading them, naturally, was Sandy Cruz.
They were the veteran soldiers who ran sixteen kilometers.
The veterans’ stamina was, of course, beyond them, so even with an extra four kilometers, they were not far behind.
"Goodness, what’s this all about?"
"The one at the front, that’s Sandy Cruz, right?"
"No way, to have so many people so well-behaved under his command!"
"Damn, so cool, so cool."
...
The female soldiers standing by, witnessing this scene, couldn’t help but be amazed, all engaged in a flurry of discussion.
Meanwhile, the seven female soldiers who had previously finished their push-ups hurriedly got up and gathered together to watch the spectacle across the way. Only Cherry Hamilton, who was lagging a bit, was still sweating, gritting her teeth, and counting numbers resentfully.
Looking towards the opposite dormitory building, Flossie Wright stroked her chin, musing thoughtfully.
After a while, the commotion on the other side finally stopped.
More than two hundred people stood in rows, looking even more orderly than the usual assembly.
From a distance, they could not hear what Sandy Cruz was saying; probably nothing particularly important, as he disbanded the formation after a few words.
