<b>Chapter </b>356


    The scene shifts, and there she is, facing the camera with a smile as radiant as a blossoming flower. She raises her hands to form a heart. Her eyes, bright and clear, seem to scatter starlight everywhere. She dashes into the man’s arms, sweetly calling <i>out </i>“Connor,” like a girl who’s just discovered the magic of first love.


    The online audience was floored. She was the perfect blend of cool and charming, effortlessly capturing hearts. She didn’t just win over female fans; a swarm of male fans also rallied, dering that Connor’s quest for love was a battle worth fighting <i>to </i>the end! Overnight, the Flora Fan Club sprang up and gained eight million followers in a blink!


    That night, as Connor was about to hit the hay after a shower<b>, </b>his phone rang. It was Ray. On the screen, Ray’s face was etched with disdain. “You two sure know how to unt your rtionship,” he quipped. “Showing off your love to the whole country, huh?”


    Connor chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in his expression. Ray, looking at him like he was seeing an alien, smirked and said, “Connor, you’ve really changed.”


    The old Connor was reserved and dignified. Now, he was all about mboyance. Despite Ray’s teasing, he felt a pang of envy. Connor had endured and finally found happiness with his beloved. But Ray… thinking of Aisha, a wave of irritation washed over him.


    “Let’s drop it. I’m still at Aisha’s ce. Since you’re in Maple Grove, let’s hang out when you have time.”


    The next day, the final obstacle race assessment was on the agenda. Half an hour before it started, the live stream was already buzzing with people, all drawn in by the viral video. After watching it, they were so pumped that sleep was out of the question. They camped out in the broadcast room early in the morning!


    At nine sharp, the instructors led the new recruits onto the field. Today, there were two extra drones—one for wide shots and two zoomed in on Flora. The coverage was wless, capturing every angle!


    The audience cheered, praising the cameraman. “Awaken, warrior princess! The hunt begins!” <i>one </i>shouted.


    Jason, holding the score sheet, addressed them sternly, “This is the final assessment. Some of you stillck enough points to pass. Do you all want toe back next year? Perform well in the obstacle race, and don’t get hurt. Got it?”


    “Yes, sir!”


    The teams ahead had allpleted their runs. Now, it was ss A of the third toon’s turn. Jason led them to the obstacle course entrance. Jillian’s leg was still aching. She couldn’t help but nce at Flora, who seemed totally at ease, her hands clenched tight. Yesterday, Jillian had twisted her ankle, forcing her to drop out and ending up with a zero.


    13:25


    Flora, on the other hand, aced it, earning everyone’s admiration. Jillian couldn’t stand it!


    As Jason instructed, the girls lined up in two vertical rows. At the whistle, two girls would start simultaneously. Their pace was slow, stumbling through the course, struggling toplete it. The instructor gave them a score of seventy.


    <b>“</b>Next up, Flora and Jillian!”


    At the mention of “Flora,” the leaders on the tform and the live stream viewers perked up, eyes glued to her. Jillian’s face soured. Could her luck get any worse? Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    At the whistle, Flora and Jillian took off. Flora effortlessly zipped past the swinging tires, navigated the uneven wooden stakes, and leaped onto the three–meter–high jump board with grace, flipping andnding smoothly.


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