Nitro Training

The scorching sun hung high in the sky.

Around two in the afternoon was the hottest time of the day.

Rosa had never imagined she could be this unlucky.

Although her family’s bloodline wasn’t nearly as pure and noble as those in the upper classes, she had still managed, through her own efforts, to enter Alice Academy and even get into Class A.

She had originally thought this would be the beginning of a wonderful new life.

But to her dismay, on the very first day of military training, she began to have serious doubts about herself.

And things only got worse after that, delivering blow after blow to her confidence.

She developed a deep psychological shadow toward that red-haired instructor.

She stood under the scorching sun without moving, holding a posture that had been harshly corrected.

Even the slightest slackness couldn’t escape that devilish red-haired instructor’s gaze.

And the demands she made were completely like treating them as robots!

She wasn’t the only one who felt this way.

As usual, today’s hour-long anti-sunstroke posture training was underway.

Rosa felt sweat dripping from her forehead into her eyes.

But she couldn’t lift a hand to wipe it away.

The stinging pain blurred her vision.

In the haze, she seemed to see a small figure—someone she’d never seen before but who somehow felt familiar.

She was also wearing a military cap.

Her white hair was tied up into two low petal-shaped buns.

Her figure was slender and light, walking with a relaxed gait.

She followed behind the red-haired devil instructor, holding a water cup in her hand, seemingly talking to the red-haired instructor.

Suddenly, she turned her head to look at her—or rather, at them.

Rosa could keenly sense a momentary stir in the air.

But the sunlight was too intense.

Tears induced by the physiological irritation made it impossible for her to clearly see the face of that white-haired girl.

Her heart was filled with curiosity and a strange urgency.

She blinked hard, trying to clear her tears.

Still, she couldn’t see clearly.

But she sensed that the girl was walking toward her.

Rosa felt a soft tissue gently wipe the sweat and tears from the corner of her eye.

Her eyes became more comfortable.

And finally, she saw who it was.

Those blue eyes were like today’s clear sky, without a trace of cloudiness.

As if knowing she was being watched, the girl bent her eyes slightly and gave her a small shake of the head.

The sound of the instructor’s footsteps gradually approached.

Rosa saw the white-haired girl step back, a little guiltily hiding the tissue behind her back.

The red-haired instructor walked up to her, frowned slightly, and asked,

“What’s in your hand?”

Wang Ning hadn’t expected this.

She had only seen the girl’s sweat dripping into her eyes.

Since the girl couldn’t move or wipe it herself, she had felt a deep empathy and discomfort.

So she had quietly helped wipe it off while Xiao wasn’t paying attention.

It wasn’t even a big deal.

But when Xiao approached, she reflexively hid the tissue behind her back.

And only when Xiao asked did Wang Ning suddenly realize—

‘Wait, why do I feel guilty?!’

But…

Looking into those magma-colored red eyes flowing like molten lava, Wang Ning suddenly felt nervous.

Especially with Xiao still wearing her instructor uniform.

Her traumatic memories of military training from her past life suddenly came back to haunt her.

“Nothing, it’s just the sun… too bright. I was wiping my sweat… ha, haha.”

Wang Ning answered with an innocent expression.

Xiao’s frown seemed to deepen.

It was as if she was questioning how someone like Wang Ning, with such a weak constitution, had survived until now.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the girl standing obediently in front of her.

Her fair white skin was turning red under the sun.

The loose military training uniform sagged on her frame.

Her sleeves had been rolled up, exposing arms that were sunburned.

Xiao had never dealt with such a creature before.

Soft.

Fragile.

Sometimes carrying a childlike slyness.

It made her hands, used to gripping guns and knives, feel completely at a loss.

She didn’t know what to do to avoid hurting Wang Ning—

Or rather, how to make her feel more comfortable staying by her side.

As for why she even cared, she didn’t know.

In the end, she only pursed her lips and chose to ignore the guilty look in Wang Ning’s eyes.

“If you’re feeling unwell, you can go take a break,” she said.

Wang Ning was overjoyed.

‘Is this real?! What good fortune!’

“…Your training will be made up separately,” Xiao added calmly.

Wang Ning, who had witnessed Xiao’s Spartan-style training, immediately fell back into despair.

‘No! I don’t want this kind of one-on-one instruction!’