Chapter 166: Chapter 166: The Second Male Lead Appears (9)
Windsor Myres spent another few minutes on a no-makeup makeup look.
It looked much more natural.
"Hey, makeup is really quite magical," Mia Ginger clicked her tongue and sighed, heading downstairs first. f r\eew,eb novel.c(o)(m)
She belonged to the category of natural beauties. Although her life was tough growing up, Camilia Davis cherished her, only occasionally letting her do minor tasks when busy, never disrupting her study and rest.
Especially since her skin was fragile, she had to pay more attention to it from a young age.
Over time, her skin became fairer and cleaner than her peers.
Only after joining the Ginger Family did she realize that putting on makeup was so complicated, with so many steps.
Mia Ginger was lost in thought, unable to resist pouting, then looked up at the bright morning sunlight and quickened her pace.
Windsor Myres ambled along behind her.
"Toot!" A sharp and loud whistle suddenly cut through the air.
It was that cold and stern drill instructor.
Mia Ginger dashed a few steps forward, stood at attention, and said, "Reporting, student Windsor Myres is here."
"Fall in."
"Yes."
Mia Ginger responded sharply, scanned the area, and stepped into the middle position of the first row.
The girls beside her stepped back one by one, forming a neat line of ten.
Everyone uniformly turned their gaze towards Windsor Myres, who was drawing closer.
The sunlight was dazzling, she squinted slightly, her long, lightly curled brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, her expression lazy, with an exquisite figure. Even in camouflage, she exuded a sultry charm between a girl and a woman, easily troubling the hearts of men.
"So seductive!"
Someone murmured within the ranks.
Several girls couldn’t help but giggle and stir.
"Windsor Myres?"
The drill instructor’s voice rose a notch, but there was no trace of emotion on his rigid face.
"Present."
"Very well, I enjoy dealing with typical cases. Seeing you look so sleepy, why don’t you start with five laps for some exercise?" The instructor paced back and forth before her, issuing orders, "Left turn—march!"
Windsor Myres remained still.
The commotion among the girls in the line grew.
"Did you not hear?"
"Instructor, five laps is two thousand meters," Windsor Myres looked at him in surprise.
"Do you think I can’t see?" Perhaps not expecting such defiance, the cold-faced instructor suddenly bent down, approached her, and shouted, "Left turn—march!"
Windsor Myres, being only nineteen, shuddered instinctively and turned to run.
Though she had seen tall and powerful men before, currently all she could see was camouflage. The yelling man’s face was cold and stern, clad in a leather belt, polished black boots, with wide shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, towering like an assault rifle, exuding authority.
Perhaps due to his profession, facing him instilled a sense of reverence, making defiance difficult.
Seeing her run, the cold-faced instructor was barely satisfied.
He took out a watch from his pocket, glanced at it.
A full hour.
His dark, well-shaped eyebrows raised as he turned, setting his gaze back on Mia Ginger.
"Mia Ginger, step out."
Mia Ginger paused for a moment, then stepped forward.
"Are you the class leader?"
"Yes."
"Took you an hour to call someone?" The cold-faced instructor chuckled, then shouted, "Did you think I let you go sightseeing?"
"..." Mia Ginger was speechless as she looked at him.
"Like her, five laps, right turn—march!"
Mia Ginger didn’t move either, staring at him, a big exclamation mark on her forehead.