Since Flossie Wright is here, might as well ask her a few questions.
"Not qualified."
Glancing casually at the paper, Flossie Wright tossed down her remark with an indifferent demeanor.
After speaking, she walked directly toward her bed.
Joshua Bailey looked at her a few times.
Not qualified?
She's so sure?
Slightly frowning, Joshua Bailey's expression appeared somewhat serious, instinctively looking at the paper, his brows deepening in thought.
Cassie Ferguson...
This is really a tricky situation.
Seems like not many have a good impression of you.
That night, Joshua Bailey stayed up writing evaluations until he went to sleep at three in the morning.
...
Next day, five o'clock.
All trainees gathered on the parade ground on time.
This time, they were gathered only by Joshua Bailey.
"Good morning."
Joshua Bailey rubbed his hands together, wearing a very thin summer training uniform, wandering before them.
Hence, each of them looked at him as if they'd seen a ghost.
