NovelXXXChapter 338 "She's so fast! I didn't even see her move-next thing I know, she already hit Mr. Cooper." "It's not just her speed. Didn't you notice she kept faking out Hastings with all those feints?" "This girl is way too sly." They grumbled, but everyone knew Citrine had won this round.
"Fine, call it luck. Next up-shooting. Leo, you've got the best scores. You're up against her." Leo stepped forward and led Citrine to the shooting range.
He glanced at her, feeling a bit like a bully for going up against someone so slight. Just before the round began, he hesitated and said, "Ladies first?" "No need," Citrine replied coolly.
Leo decided not to push it. He raised his pistol, took aim, and fired three shots in a row. All three punched through the dead center of the target.
A chorus of gasps erupted.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Perfect scores-ten rings. That's insane!" "Leo, you're making us proud!" Hastings shot Citrine a smug smile. "See that? Leo's already won." God, she hated that look. Just seeing his face annoyed her.
Citrine impatiently shoved Hastings aside. "Move. Watch and learn." Someone behind Hastings stepped forward, looking at Citrine with a smirk. "Hey, Instructor Carmichael, have you even handled a gun before?" He snickered. "Can you even assemble it? Want us to show you how it's done?" Citrine didn't spare him a glance. She let out a cold laugh, then snapped the handgun together with practiced ease.
She glanced over her shoulder to check the target, spun around, and-one- handed-fired three shots behind her in rapid succession.
All eyes were glued to Citrine; no one even bothered looking at the target.
Most of them figured she was just showing off and were ready to mock her-until Hastings spoke up, voice tight. "She hit it. All tens." Hastings stared at the perfect scores, disbelief written all over his face. If he hadn't seen it himself, he wouldn't have believed it.
The others finally looked-and were stunned into silence.
"Next," Citrine said, ignoring their shock. She strode straight toward the next challenge.
The next event was the spinning endurance ball.
Sam was the team's best at this. Citrine stepped up without a word; Sam climbed onto the other ball.
At Hastings' signal, they both started spinning.
Sam's personal record was an hour. This time, he pushed himself to a brutal hour and twenty minutes before he staggered off, dizzy and sick, and threw up on the sidelines.
Citrine, by contrast, didn't even look fazed. She stayed on for another full hour, finally stepping off after two and a half hours as if she'd just finished a stroll.
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"You're unbelievable," Sam said, full of giving her a shaky thumbs-up, full of genuine admiration. By now, the team members were starting to question their own abilities.
Citrine didn't miss a beat. "What's next?" Before she could move on, Hastings grabbed her arm.
"That's enough," he said quietly. "We lost."
Citrine smirked and turned a frosty gaze on the one who'd spoken up cone who earlier. "You -the one who wanted a male instructor. See now? Women En" aren't necessarily inferior to men.
Sometimes, a so-called 'useless' man can be crushed beneath a woman's heel." Her voice went cold. "Don't lethear that kind of talk again." "Yes, ma'am." The guy ducked his head, shamefaced.
After that day, no one dared challenge Citrine's authority. For the next few days, her orders were followed without question. No one saw the eighteen-year-old girl in front of them as just another kid anymore.
Behind her back, they'd already started calling her the "devil instructor."
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