"Instructor Bluen, we really don't have any strength left,"
"Can't you be a bit lenient?"
...
The people in the swimming pool had mostly turned into bitter-faced gourds, unable to resist raising their voices in complaint to Oscar Bluen.
Oscar Bluen didn't even furrow his brows.
"Beep—"
"Beep—"
"Beep—"
He blew three consecutive whistles.
The piercing sound was loud enough to silence everyone.
"Dive!"
Oscar Bluen shouted sternly.
As his voice fell, the others dared not delay any longer and took a deep breath before diving down.
Without the use of arms and legs, diving and surfacing were extremely difficult, even more challenging than just floating in the water before.
And—
Flossie Wright furrowed her brows, her gaze sweeping over those oxygen equipment, her brows knitting together unexpectedly.
If she hadn't guessed wrong, the upcoming training would be even harder.
Shrugging her shoulders, Flossie took a few steps back and just watched from the side.
