Although Nicole was already very tired, she still smiled and nodded politely: "Nurse Nan Yue."
“No problem, Nicole, come up with me.” As a nurse, Nan Yue naturally knew that the two of them were training, but it was too boring to be on duty alone, so she did it on purpose.
However, it was somewhat unexpected that the second young lady of the Deep family trained so hard and didn't utter a sound even after being beaten like this.
While Nicole was receiving treatment on the second floor, Losi went into the first-floor treatment room to look at some information. She liked it there; it helped her relax.
On Sunday, training was divided into morning and afternoon sessions. While Nicole was in the treatment pod, Losi studied in the recovery room.
In just two days, Nicole's dodging ability improved significantly, and she became more vigilant in her attacks. This was because Losi's attacks were so unpredictable and the angles were so tricky that if you couldn't dodge them, you would get a real blow that really hurt.
If she hadn't gone to the infirmary every day, she probably would be bedridden by now.
on Monday
The course was the same as before, with the first lesson being history.
As soon as the two left the dormitory, many of their female classmates looked at Luo Xi in the corridor.
She was somewhat confused, and the stares from those people intensified as soon as she entered the classroom.
"That's so tragic, being targeted by a pervert at such a young age."
"Why isn't Jill Newman here yet? I want to see if that pervert has the nerve to show his face in class."
"Seriously, does anyone actually like this skeleton of a woman named Losi? Or is it just a rumor?"
"It's true. My roommate asked him himself, and it's definitely true."
The whispers of her classmates reached Rossi's ears. She wondered why so many people were staring at her today. It turned out it was because of Jill Newman.
Just then, Jill Newman arrived, and the classroom quieted down considerably, everyone waiting to see what would happen between the two.
As Losi pulled Nicole's hand to leave, Qin Dinglan, who was in the front row, waved to them, and this time there were two empty seats.
Losi didn't stand on ceremony and went straight over to sit down.
Jill Newman lowered his hand as he was about to raise it; he had intended to say hello.
Still somewhat dazed, he didn't know what was happening. He walked up the steps, wanting to sit with someone he was close to.
To everyone's surprise, the other person simply put their leg on the empty seat and said, "Excuse me, this seat is taken."
Jill could only walk to the back row and sit down. It was really strange today; her roommate, with whom she usually got along very well, wasn't walking with her.
Nicole sat in the middle, and Qin Dinglan, resting her chin on her hand, asked, "What did you do all weekend? I looked for you twice and you weren't there."
Nicole replied without hesitation, "Training."
Qin Dinglan clearly didn't believe it. Miss Deep, who ranked second in the entire grade, had to train on weekends? She wasn't like Losi, who came from a refugee background.
She pouted and said, "Fine, I won't tell you then."
Nicole shrugged helplessly. She had just told the truth; whether she believed it or not was up to her.
Compared to the two rich girls who were daydreaming in class, Losi was studying exceptionally hard.
Even after class, he only went to the restroom once before continuing to study the materials.
Nicole and Qin Dinglan chatted casually, realizing they really didn't need to go through the first month's academic classes again.
During their casual conversation, Nicole was utterly shocked when she heard that Jill liked Losi.
"Is this true?" Nicole looked at Rossi for confirmation.
Losi could only explain that Jill had brought her a thermal lunchbox that night, which she refused, and that Jill might not even like her; it was probably just out of concern between classmates.
The two clearly didn't believe Losi's explanation. Why would classmates go back to their dorms to boil brown sugar water?
In the evening, during weapons class, Nicole followed Losi to the shooting range to practice shooting.
"Your movements are very standard. You can keep your balance on any gun that doesn't have a particularly large recoil. I can't teach you much about shooting. You just need to practice more and increase your strength so that you can hold the gun more steadily and your accuracy will be higher."
The only thing you can improve in shooting is your proficiency in strength; the rest is talent. But there's a limit to your talent, and no matter how hard you try, you can only reach that limit.
...
Another week has passed, and Losi's history exam placed greater emphasis on written language, requiring her to simply copy the text verbatim from the book. She successfully scored 100, setting a new record with a perfect score of 400 across four subjects.
Now she has become a legendary figure on campus, recognized wherever she goes, and even upperclassmen often come to watch her during class.
Meanwhile, Jill Newman's reputation for being a psychopath spread throughout the entire school.
Life seemed to go on as usual, until the day of the monthly exam, when Jill Newman finally realized why he was disliked.
He realized he had been misunderstood and hurriedly went to Losi to explain.
This month, Losi has been avoiding him whenever she sees him, but now that he's stopped her, it's better to make things clear.
"I'm not a pervert, I don't have a pedophilic tendency!"
Losi nodded and silently distanced herself from him.
Seeing her disgusted look, Jill Newman knew she didn't believe him, and hurriedly stamped his foot to explain, "Oh dear, I just wanted to apologize to you! I really didn't mean it that way!"
I deliberately didn't add you to the group before because I looked down on you, and that was wrong of me. But ever since you fought against Teacher Timmy, I've been completely impressed by your abilities, skills, and martial arts!
But that's really not what I meant. I just wanted to apologize for my past mistakes, so I made you brown sugar and honey water because I saw you had menstrual cramps. I was so offensive; I really didn't mean it."
Losi looked him up and down with suspicion. Seeing that his anxious look seemed genuine and that he looked a bit dim-witted, she felt much less suspicious of him.
"Oh, you should go and explain it to your classmates yourself. I didn't spread this rumor."
Having received forgiveness from the person in question, most of the pent-up feelings disappeared instantly.
God knows how he got through this month. Nobody spoke to him. Even his roommates and sparring partners from combat class avoided him like the plague, as if they had seen something dirty.
He felt so wronged. Then he remembered the girl who had offered to deliver his insulated food box that night. To stop the rumors, he had to explain things from the source.
...
The monthly exam is crucial; failing even one subject will result in being demoted. However, there is also a scholarship available, with a maximum of 10,000 yuan.
If I get first place in the final exams at the end of the year, the scholarship will be a full 100,000 yuan!
The first two academic courses were completed successfully.
In the afternoon, everyone gathered on the playground early, but when the time came, it was their homeroom teacher, Watson, who arrived.
When the crowd saw him, no one dared to speak, and they obediently lined up as they usually do in class.
"Mr. Timmy has been temporarily recalled, so I will take today's exam in his place." Watson's voice was deep, and he was dressed differently from his usual suit, in light camouflage combat uniform.
Upon hearing that today's exam would be taken by the homeroom teacher, everyone simultaneously felt a sense of impending doom.
Mr. Timmy judges students by their progress. Even if you don't play well, you can pass as long as you improve.
But the homeroom teacher isn't watching you every day. How can he know if you've improved, or what if he doesn't give you a passing grade because your score is below the class average?
Moreover, judging from his large physique and the strength to smash the podium with a single punch, there's no way they could possibly beat him.
At that moment, a blue light flashed from the device on his temple, and a third eye suddenly flew in from a distance.
"The Sky Eye will record your exam videos, and the final grading will be decided by Teacher Timmy."
Hearing Watson say that, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness it was Teacher Timmy who gave the score.
Just when Losi thought she would be the last one to go up, Watson called her name.
"Lossie, you go first."
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