Amelia watched the figure on the horizontal bar helplessly, lost in thought. She knew it was her turn for the next set, but she hadn't figured out what she was going to do yet. Meanwhile, the guy in front of her seemed to be doing this for hours. Logan Hunter, a gentle giant, had started before the last round, and while everyone else had already gone twice, he was still flipping one after another, making Amelia dizzy. Logan Hunter was still calm and composed, not even out of breath.
Amelia was sure that he had done more than 300 repetitions, but no one was cheering. It was a world where only good-looking people got the attention. Even when the instructor who was counting for Logan Hunter was impressed and serious, no one else was watching.
Logan Hunter looked up at Amelia, who was waiting for him, blushed, and decided that he had enough. He had done 520 repetitions. Amelia nodded, thinking that it was not difficult for someone with his level of fitness. The instructor stopped Amelia and asked Logan Hunter if he had done his best. Logan Hunter immediately panicked and innocently said that he had lost count and only stopped because he didn't want to make others wait. He asked if he should do a few more repetitions.
Amelia was amused by Logan Hunter's innocence, and even the instructor was speechless. Logan Hunter's strength was comparable to that of a special forces soldier, but he had no idea of his own limits. The instructor signaled to Amelia to get ready, and Logan Hunter looked relieved that he had done enough.
Amelia took a deep breath, jumped up, and grabbed the horizontal bar. Her delicate body swayed lightly on the bar, appearing fragile and vulnerable, causing Logan Hunter to worry that her arms would break. Amelia refused to give up, not because she thought she had a chance, but because it was not her style to give up without trying. Tyler Davis had designed a progressive training program based on her physical strength, and she had been working hard for the past month. Regardless of the outcome, she wanted to try her best.
The front flip on the parallel bars is not as easy as it looks, otherwise it wouldn't be used as a physical fitness assessment by the instructor.
After Amelia got on the parallel bars, she attracted quite a few spectators. Some were there to watch the excitement, some came to cheer her on, and some were disdainful.
The direction of public opinion does depend on appearance.
Quinn Cooper, with one hand in a cast and a pale face, couldn't help but come out to witness this critical moment.
If Amelia had a problem with this part of the five-item assessment, then there would be basically no hope, because Quinn Cooper had prepared a contingency plan for Amelia.
As Amelia started, after a few flips, her face turned snow-white.
Tyler Davis remained seated, trying to control his anger and strength. He was afraid of crushing the teacup in his hand. His cold and intimidating aura made people instinctively keep their distance.
"Amelia, what are you insisting on? What do you want? Why make things difficult for yourself? I can give you whatever you want," Tyler Davis murmured silently.
He didn't know that all Amelia wanted was him.
Tyler Davis couldn't help but feel that he was not strong enough. If he were powerful enough, even in Saint Hua, his Amelia could be at his beck and call.
Amelia didn't know that Tyler Davis had a tendency to take responsibility for anything related to her.
"Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five... forty!" Someone spontaneously counted for Amelia.
"Hey, look at her, she looked like she was about to give up earlier, but now she's done quite a few!"
"Yeah, I heard her score was zero for the weight-bearing run. She's really pushing herself this time."
"Heh, what's the use? She won't be able to pass the next assessment either. She has only good test-taking skills and dared to come to Saint Hua. It's just a pipe dream!"
"If you're going to speak nonsense, just get lost! It doesn't cost anything to talk trash!" Noah Foster stared at Amelia without blinking, silently counting in his heart. Hearing the idle gossip around him immediately made him angry.
"What are you proud of, relying on your family?" The person who spoke muttered under their breath, not daring to let Noah Foster hear them again.
"Seventy-nine, eighty..." Unexpectedly, Amelia was still going. She had already done more than eighty flips, even though she looked like she was about to collapse after doing just ten or so. Quinn Cooper's eyes were filled with even more resentment and bitterness.
"Quick, look, she can't hold on anymore! Her hands are bleeding!"
"Such tender skin and flesh, only eighty flips and her hands are already bleeding." Even with Noah Foster there, Quinn Cooper couldn't help but sneer.
Noah Foster turned his head abruptly, ready to lose his temper.
"Bang!"
Without warning, Amelia fell off the horizontal bar, and everything around fell silent.
Sitting on the ground, Amelia frowned and looked at her hands. She could have held on a little longer, but her hands were bleeding and too slippery to grip the horizontal bar. She was too weak, as expected.
"Eighty-three, failed to meet the standard, zero points!" the instructor's ruthless voice sounded, not considering the feelings of the person involved.
To score points, you need to reach at least 100 repetitions. This was another zero score.
Quinn Cooper was satisfied and quickly left while Noah Foster helped Amelia up. In Quinn Cooper's dormitory, there was a burst of laughter and cursing.
"Hahaha! You bitch, thought you were so tough? Even if I got hurt, I can still get into Saint Hua, but you're just wasting your effort even if you try your hardest. That's the difference, that's fate."
Her father had already arranged a place for her through connections, but because of this incident, he was losing patience with her. It was all Amelia's fault, and she would never let Amelia off.
...
Noah Foster carefully helped Amelia to the bench to rest, looking at her blood-stained hands, his heart trembling. As someone who frequently fights and causes trouble, Noah had received countless injuries from childhood to adulthood, but he never thought much of it.
But looking at Amelia calmly looking at her hands, he felt his heart ache for this tough girl.
"Why are you trying so hard? It's not worth sacrificing your hands like this. Don't be discouraged, there's still a chance, even if you don't get into Saint Hua, I'll ask my dad to help you find the best school."
As Noah Foster cleaned Amelia's wounds, he spoke fiercely.
Amelia looked at Noah Foster's sad expression and spoke up, "Don't be sad, I'm okay."
Even though she was the one who needed comforting, she was consoling Noah Foster instead.