Amelia ran slowly, ignoring all the stares around her. She didn't give up, thinking that she had to do her best, even if she couldn't meet the standard. For the sake of entering Saint Hua, she had to give it her all.
After running about one kilometer, the students with better stamina had finished their assessment. Tyler Davis, who was on the high platform, became gloomy, and his aura of violence became more and more terrifying.
"Isn't that Amelia? She's really pretty, why is she still running?" A male student from another class exclaimed.
As soon as he finished speaking, a girl sneered, "Huh, what's the use of being pretty? What's the use of getting full marks in the written test? I heard her stamina is terrible. Just watch, she won't be able to pass the final assessment."
"That's right. Look at her, still running, with a fox-like look on her face. Why bother with Saint Hua? Just find someone to take care of her!"
Quinn Cooper listened from afar, smiling maliciously. "Amelia, let's see how long you can remain proud."
...
Tyler Davis unconsciously clenched his fist at his side. He didn't specifically look at Amelia, who seemed indifferent. But he knew that carrying a twenty-pound sandbag, running one kilometer was already her limit. If she kept going like this, she would be hurt.
He really wanted to go up and stop Amelia from running. He could declare that Amelia was his woman, and he could get her whatever she wanted. But seeing Amelia's weak and pale face, he couldn't do anything. He could only stay in place, coldly watching, unable even to look at her too much.
He didn't understand what Amelia was persisting for.
One kilometer, one and a half kilometers, two kilometers...
Tyler Davis felt that he couldn't hold back anymore. He wasn't good at controlling his emotions.
Just when everyone thought that Amelia would persevere to the end, she suddenly stopped. Tyler Davis, who was about to stand up, sat back down. He lowered his eyes, concealing the chill in his gaze, and leaned lazily against the chair back.
Amelia stood unsteadily, her black hair already wet with sweat, sticking to her forehead. Her pale face faced the instructor next to the track and said, "That's enough. This is already my limit."
Her calm expression was like asking, "What should we have for lunch?"
Her indifferent face, coupled with her disheveled appearance.
The disciplinary score instructor looked at Amelia indifferently. "Zero points!"
This assessment tested endurance. Whether you ran fast or slow, you had to finish first to score.
Amelia only ran halfway, which was no different from giving up!
When this result came out, many people looked at Amelia in disbelief. However, Amelia remained indifferent, without any reaction.
The instructors didn't give much rest time and immediately began the second task: pull-up crunches.
"The basic requirement is one hundred, three hundred is full marks," they said.
After finishing the instructions, they began to assign the first group to perform. Everyone hoped to go later to recover some strength. Amelia overheard many girls complaining.
"This is inhuman! Three hundred? We are girls, not bodybuilders with six-pack abs and strong arms!"
"It's too much! It's like they're trying to kill us!"
Amelia thought to herself that she should be the one complaining the most, but she remained calm. Three hundred was no joke, and with her arm strength, even doing thirty would require a lot of effort.
Despite feeling used to this, Amelia showed no expression and quietly waited in the queue. She used to be arrogant and wild, but now she was just cold and empty. Only Tyler Davis could bring out her softer side.
Suddenly, cheers erupted in front of them. It turned out that Noah Foster had scored full marks with three hundred and twenty repetitions. After taking a brief rest, she walked towards Amelia. As a girl, Noah's physical strength was truly remarkable.
"What are you going to do?" Noah asked, concerned.
"I'm fine," Amelia replied.
"You're saying you're fine? You already have one task with no score. Even if you do well in the last two tasks, there's no guarantee you'll pass."
Noah was so frustrated that she felt like she could strangle Amelia. After all, she used to be the most hostile person towards people who relied on connections to pass the test. But now, she had to find a way to help Amelia pass, even though it felt like she was cheating.
Amelia was always like this. She was either aloof or antisocial. "I really am okay. Don't worry about me, just focus on your own test," Amelia said softly.
Noah felt like she was going crazy. Even though she believed in Amelia, she didn't think that Amelia could pass the pull-up crunches. She suggested, "If you're really okay, then just skip this task and save your strength for the last two. Take a gamble!"
Amelia looked at the anxious and irritable Noah Foster, her heart warming as she whispered words of comfort to him.
At that moment, Wyatt Parker walked over and spoke at length to Amelia, "Just do your best and don't put too much pressure on yourself. You don't have to blame yourself for holding back the sixth class. With your abilities, besides Saint Hua, there are still many good schools to choose from!"
Amelia felt annoyed as she listened to Wyatt Parker's monologue. It was like someone who naturally disliked another person simply because their personalities didn't match and felt the need to act self-righteously and leave. She lowered her voice and warned him, "If you keep talking, I might lose control and hit you."
Wyatt Parker's face immediately changed, "You..."
Noah Foster, who was worried that the situation would escalate, interrupted and said, "Believe me, she really will hit you if she says she will."
This effectively shut Wyatt Parker up. Amelia didn't even look at him and simply followed Noah Foster away. Wyatt Parker felt embarrassed and wondered how Amelia could still speak so confidently at this moment. It was as if she always spoke with such confidence.
The assessors rotated through each group, and over a dozen military officers were tallying the scores. Suddenly, there was a commotion coming from the assessment next to them.
"Quick, go take a look! Someone from the boys' side did over 300!"
"Oh my god, my idol is amazing!"
"His body is perfect!"
Ethan Sullivan gracefully dismounted from the horizontal bar, panting heavily and looking in Amelia's direction. He lightly flicked his damp short hair, and the few drops of sweat on his handsome face shimmered in the air, causing another round of screams from the girls.
As expected, no matter how nervous they were, girls couldn't resist gossip. Amelia didn't care about the perfect image of the male idol. After all, she had Tyler Davis's looks to see every day, so she was immune to it. She thought to herself, "Noah Foster did 320 reps, what's the big deal?"
Amelia didn't know that for many people, Noah Foster was not even considered a woman...
It was her turn for the assessment in the next group. She sneakily looked in Tyler Davis's direction and wondered if she should drop out of the assessment.