Drake Easton watched her movements closely, but he didn't make a sound, his eyes held a hint of admiration.
Not many could quickly grasp the tricks of the game at the start. The achievements of Janice Wood were already very commendable.
Next up was Flossie Wright.
Because of her shooting performance in the morning, Drake Easton was inexplicably concerned about her performance in the game. His gaze was always on her, wanting to see what she could do.
To his surprise, Flossie Wright did manage to do something extraordinary.
Standing outside the line, Flossie Wright weighed the iron hoop in her hand. Her movements were casual and simple, seemingly offhand, but the iron hoop that remained in her hand in the previous second was thrown in a parabolic path the next second.
"Thud."
The iron hoop fell to the ground, landing a fist-width distance away from the stone.
Janice Wood's heart tightened, with a hint of worry looming.
However, Flossie Wright didn't seem to have much of a reaction. In no time at all, she had carelessly thrown out the following iron hoop.
"Thud."
They watched as the iron hoop landed right on the stone, perfectly centered, without even touching the edge of the stone. Not only Janice Wood, who was closely following the results, but even Drake Easton was taken aback.
She actually got it on the second try…
But her subsequent performance was rather peculiar. She failed markedly the third time, then hit the mark seemingly by luck the fourth time, only to fail again the fifth time.
Hence, it was a stalemate between Janice Wood and Flossie Wright.
After watching Flossie Wright throw out all her hoops, the joy immediately crawled up on Janice Wood's delicate face. She almost could not wait to announce to Drake Easton: "Reporting to you, Captain Drake, we're tied!"
"..."
Drake Easton's face suddenly looked ill.
There was a feeling in his heart that Flossie Wright was intentionally equalizing her score with Janice Wood's. But considering Flossie, who usually scored zero in shooting, the power to make decisions wasn't supposed to be in her hands.
"Since it's a tie," Drake Easton elongated his words, pausing for a moment. After staring at the jubilant face of Janice Wood for a few seconds, his expression immediately turned cold, "move the stone two meters back and continue the competition!"
"..."
The smile on Janice Wood's face vanished instantly. She completely could not understand Drake Easton's insistence. They were only competing for a few steamed buns. Since it was a draw, evenly splitting them seemed perfectly reasonable. Why did they have to force a deadly fight?
With an inexplicably choked feeling in her heart, Janice initially wanted to carry on arguing with Drake Easton. Then, she saw Flossie Wright walk past her. Flossie's nonchalant stroll seemed like a leisurely walk, and yet was quick.
As Flossie moved each stone two meters away with an indifferent expression, the cotton-ball-like feeling in Janice Wood's chest gradually diminished. Despite being surprised at Flossie's uncommon compliance to the Captain, there was no doubt that arguing with the Captain in the Forces was not considered wise.
"Let's continue."
The returned Flossie spoke to Janice Wood. However, right afterwards, her gaze swept over Drake Easton, and in that fleeting moment, Drake caught a glimpse of the challenging look in Flossie's eyes. But in the blink of an eye, that emotion vanished, leaving behind inscrutable depth in her dark pupils.
In the following competition, Flossie maintained her tie with Janice. A couple of times could be considered a coincidence, but after many times, even the naive Drake Easton would not believe that Flossie was merely being lucky. As a result, the game turned into a contest between Drake Easton and Flossie Wright. Even after changing the position of the stone five times, Flossie's performance consistently matched that of Janice Wood, a result that almost made Drake Easton explode with frustration!
Damn, she was doing this on purpose!
No wonder she had asked him at the start about "how to distribute the steamed buns if it's a tie!"
But the problem was, he couldn't question Flossie about why she was doing so, because he was the one who set the rules of the game, and Flossie was behaving this way because of him!
"Captain, shall we continue?"
Janice Wood probably realized Flossie's deliberate actions. Feeling a surge of confidence, she estimated that the afternoon training was about to begin, so she took the initiative to ask the time-conscious Drake Easton.
"What's there to continue? Clean up everything!" Drake Easton, seething with anger, barked.
"What about the steamed buns..." Janice Wood looked eagerly at the pile of food placed beside.
Drake Easton gestured dismissively, his face furious. He turned around and before leaving, he barked out two words, "Take them!"
Seeing Drake Easton storming away with fury, Janice Wood waited until he showed no signs of coming back before picking up the bowl of Steamed Buns. She then gave a 'thumbs up' to Flossie, full of excitement, "Flossie, you're amazing, even the ruthless Drake Easton was defeated by you!"
Flossie shrugged, gathered all the iron hoops, and handed them to Janice Wood. She then picked two steamed buns from the bowl, and headed straight towards the dormitory, "Can you bring these things back? I have a bad feeling, I need to go back first."
With the sudden addition of weight, Janice Wood's hand subconsciously dropped a little. When she recovered, she saw Flossie had already walked ten meters away. Looking helplessly at the dumplings in the bowl, she murmured: "How can I finish all these by myself…"
*
Flossie's foreboding feeling did not come from nowhere. The barracks' errands are of utmost importance; most of the recruits spend their spare time sorting them out. However, Flossie's errands can only be described as horrendous.
Logically, there should be an instructor checking in at noon today.
Thus, Flossie Wright, whose intuition was strong, had barely stepped foot in the wide-open door of the dormitory when she saw Abram Phillips standing in front of a line of rookies, his aura fierce, he was pointing at her bunk bed and demanded, "Who folded this quilt, step forward!"