"Buddy, need a break?"
Adjusting her breathing as she moved toward the finish line, Flossie Wright glanced to the side at the crowd that had been waiting for a while. She then asked Jamson Eldeanor, who was running beside her.
Sweat had soaked through Jamson's uniform completely. His heavy body made each step of his run particularly challenging. Hearing Flossie's voice, he looked at her with difficulty. Upon seeing the warm light in her eyes and the sweat sliding down her cheeks, creating a beautiful curve in mid-air, he bit his teeth harder.
Without responding to Flossie's question, Jamson unconsciously quickened his pace.
Ever since he lost to Flossie, the worst female soldier, he had been the laughing stock of the male soldiers. Today, Stuart Weston had come up with a plan for him to redeem his honor. With the ruse of a "draw", they were hoping to catch Flossie off guard and win against her...