Chapter CHAPTER 352
Chapter 352
“What’s that girl’s name?” The consul at the national military base asked, his voice trembling with excitement.
“Her name’s Flora. She’s this year’s top scholar nationwide,” someone replied respectfully.
“Send a letter to the University of Maple Grove. We want her!”
Such an impressive young woman–it’d be a waste if she didn’t join the national team and bring glory to our country.
Everyone around looked on in astonishment, but Flora calmly put down her rifle and walked to the back row, as if scoring a perfect series was no big deal.
Jillian clenched her fists tightly.
After the shooting assessment ended, Flora secured the top spot with a perfect score, while Jillian took second place in the women’s team and fifth in the mixed team.
The next assessment was an 1,800–mile weighted run.
Besides having a 2.2–pound sandbag tied to each foot, they also had to carry an 11–pound sandbag on their back.
Inside the sandbag was a timer to record the distance they ran and the time it took.
As soon as the referee finished speaking, the online community went wild.
Suddenly, they were no longer envious; running 1,800 miles like this could be life–threatening.
Although their school’s military training was considered easy, the final assessment was a breeze–just marching and practicing military stances.
“If you feel unwell during the process, don’t push yourself. Every 220 yards, there will be a safety officer by the side of the road responsible for your safety. You can also get some energy supplements from them, understood?”
“Understood!”
Cynthia rubbed her legs, grimacing, “I can run at most 600 miles. I hope Coach Chen shows some mercy and lets me pass overall.”
“With you always butting heads with him, I wouldn’t count on it,” Eilies said, glancing at her while adjusting the straps of her sandbag.
Cynthia’s expression turned even more bitter.
The men’s teams started running first, and ten minutes later, all the women’s teams set off in succession.
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At a glance, thousands of people were running wildly on the track–a truly magnificent sight.
“We’re nearly at Three–peat Class A,” Jason reminded, “Don’t follow someone else’s pace! Long–distance running is about endurance! I’ll be waiting for you at the finish line!”
“Yes!”
Their spirits were high, and they looked formidable.
The referee’s whistle blew, and Jillian dashed out ahead!
Her speed was so fast that the others didn’t have time to react, only seeing a blur whizzing by!
Viewers watching through drone footage could see Jillian sprinting, overtaking one runner after another, taking a clear lead.
“Wow, this girl is fierce!”
“Long–distance running is about who has the best endurance and can keep going, not just about speed. She’s running so hard now, she might not keep up later.”
Having scored 9.1 in the shooting assessment, Jillian was naturally a focus of attention, but everyone was more excited to see Flora’s performance.
A girl who could achieve a miraculous three perfect scores–what kind of surprise would she bring them next?
The camera cleverly gave Flora a close–up.
Flora was running at a steady pace, and when she passed the self–service fruit and drink station, she shamelessly grabbed a cup of orange juice in one hand and a slice of watermelon in the other.
Among those running out of breath, doubling over as if they were about to collapse any second, she looked as relaxed as if she were on a picnic.
“Flora, how are you still here?”
Cynthia, hands on her waist, couldn’t run any further and walked.
Turning her head, she was dumbfounded to see Flora a few meters behind her.
She was running slowly enough, yet Flora was even slower.
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