NovelUSAChapter 289 The very first challenge of freshman year was the month-long boot camp.
After grabbing lunch at the dining hall, Citrine and her three roommates picked up their training uniforms before heading back to their dorm.
As they returned, a new message popped up in the freshman class group chat: **Attention all students: Assemble at the sports field at 6:30 a.m. sharp tomorrow!** **Reply "1" to confirm you've seen this.** "Six-thirty? That's insane," Ingrid groaned, slumping over her desk as she stared at her phone. Her eyes went wide with disbelief, and she made a strangled noise somewhere between a honk and a wail.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJane, ever unruffled, added, "And the forecast says it'll be sunny every day this month, with highs around a hundred degrees." Lisa's eyes widened. "Even working in the fields isn't this brutal. Are they trying to roast us alive?" "By the end of this, we'll probably all look like a bunch of charcoal sticks," Lisa moaned, glancing down at her already not-so-fair arms.
Citrine, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. She quietly took three small gift bags from her desk and handed them out to her roommates.
"Lucky you," she smiled. "These are gifts from my family." There was a gentle warmth in her eyes as she mentioned her folks. Her cousin Raymond had thought of everything before she left for college.
Knowing how hard it could be to break the ice with new roommates, Raymond had gone out and bought three identical sets of luxury skincare products, insisting that she give them as gifts.
"Oh my gosh, this is the real deal!" Ingrid exclaimed, tearing open the package before quickly closing it again, her eyes shining. "I've been eyeing this brand forever but could never bring myself to splurge." Jane recognized the label at a glance. She carefully placed the bag back on the desk. "This set costs nearly three grand. It's way too much." She'd worked at a high-end boutique once; she knew exactly what these cost, and it wasn't the kind of thing regular students could afford.
"No way, this is too expensive. I can't accept this," Lisa stammered, her face a picture of shock.
Citrine just smiled. "Take them. My family picked them out with care." Raymond had guessed this would happen. He'd agonized over several brands, trying to strike a balance between quality and price, but even his final pick had ended up on the pricier side.
Still, he'd put real thought into it, and Citrine genuinely wanted her roommates to accept the gifts.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIngrid clutched the coveted skincare set and beamed. "Well, if you insist... Citrine, I could seriously kiss you right now." With that, Jane shrugged off her reluctance. "All right then. Thank you. I guess it'd be rude to say no." "Thank you, Citrine," Lisa echoed, her voice soft but grateful.
Maybe Citrine didn't think much of the price, but for the other three, this was a luxury-and the brand's m reputation for brightening and hydrating skin was legendary. After all, what girl doesn't love a little pampering? Deep down, all three were thrilled. But no amount of happiness could soften the sting of waking up before dawn.
At six sharp the next morning, a shrill whistle pierced the air outside the dorm. Citrine and her room shot upright in bed, jolted awake by the sound. Sitting on her bed, Ingrid let out a long, miserable groan. "Didn't they say six- thirty? Why is it only six? Are they trying to kill us?" "This is torture," Jane muttered, for once looking as if she might actually collapse.
"So... are we getting up or not?" Lisa looked at the others, seeking backup.
Ingrid gritted her teeth. "Up. I heard Crestwood University brought in drill instructors from the m the Vermillion m Vanguard-supposedly ridiculously handsome. I'm not missing out. I plan to check them out and look my absolute best doing it." Citrine met the other girls' eyes, and in a flash, all four were out of bed and scrambling to get dressed.
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