He still looked reluctant, but Tiffany cheekily accepted with a smile, even nodding. "Good," she said.

Ged felt a pang of regret. He sighed, discarding the baseball bat hidden behind him. People gasped, muttering, "What the f***k! Heartless!"

Following the incident, Kenneth was chosen as captain. In everyone's eyes, he was trustworthy and responsible, possessing an excellent upbringing and an agile mind. He'd studied mixed martial arts since childhood and was highly skilled—the perfect captain.

Tiffany wasn't surprised. Kenneth was a jerk, but he had redeeming qualities; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so foolish in her previous life to dedicate herself to him.

After the arrangements, buses arrived to pick them up. The assessment details remained undisclosed, leaving them in the vehicles for over two hours before finally arriving at the training camp—a large-scale facility with training programs that seemed daunting.

Excitement quickly faded. Everyone's eyes widened, pointing at the various tree stumps and iron nets. "Are these all our training activities?" they asked. No one answered.

Upon arrival, more than ten buses followed, carrying students from various prestigious schools. As this was social training, competition was inherent. Perhaps due to pre-existing rivalries, these newcomers sneered upon arrival, instantly angering several boys. Having grown up privileged, they'd never faced such disdain.

They were about to fight, but Kenneth intervened. "Fighting is prohibited; expulsion will follow," he stated, pointing to a nearby sign. "That's the rule. If you don't want to be sent home, calm down. Nothing is cooler than defeating them in training." His words were persuasive.

Though still resentful, the boys didn't want to be expelled. Kenneth had calmed them instantly.

Ged, standing beside Tiffany, curled his lips in disdain. "Pretentious," he muttered.

Tiffany looked at him amusedly. "Didn't you have a good relationship with him in the past?"

"You stopped liking him, so I did too," Ged declared proudly, puffing out his chest to demonstrate his loyalty.

"Alright, based on that, if anything happens to you in the future, I'll protect you," Tiffany said casually. Ged didn't take it seriously. He couldn't have known Tiffany would fulfill that promise so soon!

All teams had arrived, and the buses departed. For the next two months, everyone would remain at the training base. The first day involved collecting clothes and supplies, followed by random accommodation assignments. Unfortunately, Tiffany was assigned to the same dormitory as Sandra, a development that left her speechless.

Tiffany remained calm. Sandra smiled and greeted her first. "Tiffany, we're together again."

Kenneth frowned at this arrangement. He attempted a transfer but was denied by the instructor. He warned Tiffany, "You'd better not have any ill intentions. If I find out you bullied her, you won't get away with it."

Tiffany feigned nonchalance, digging at her ear. "Why? Do you still want me to kneel to you?" (She could never forget that, even though Richard had saved her and Kenneth had received fifty lashes.)

Tiffany, always vengeful, stepped closer, a flirtatious smile in her eyes. "Don't give me the opportunity either. Otherwise, I'll break your kneecap."

She was very close, appearing from a distance as if whispering to a lover, but the atmosphere was hostile, charged with barely concealed animosity.

With that, Tiffany left. Kenneth, still processing, thought, 'Was she threatening me? Heh!' He sneered.

His mood was sour, but he spoke gently to Sandra. "Go. Tell me if you're bullied."

"Okay," Sandra replied sweetly. "You're the best."

Though she had been drugged previously and nearly ruined things, Kenneth's current kindness toward her and his hatred for Tiffany were reassuring. Without the threat, she felt relieved.

After the assignments, the training rules were announced: mixed martial arts, shooting, running, etc. Many students complained, regretting their decision to participate.

Some tried to slack off, but that resulted in collective punishment. Punishment from fellow students was far worse than that from the instructors; nobody dared to risk it.

However, some couldn't endure, such as Sandra. Her injured hand hadn't fully healed, and running would have been unbearable. Kenneth applied for her to take on logistics duties. Considering her injury, the instructor agreed.

Other girls were envious. "Wow, Mr. Harper is so nice to you. That's so gentle and considerate."

Sandra and Kenneth's relationship remained ambiguous; he never publicly confirmed it, but neither did he deny it.

Sandra smiled shyly. "Well, Kenneth has always been kind to me. I don't want to be a burden to him…"

Chapter 88

Over the next two weeks, the increasingly demanding training proved too much for many girls, leading to tears and requests to quit. Some were sent home; others, unable to continue but unwilling to leave, were assigned logistical tasks. Many wealthy students, unaccustomed to chores, found themselves performing menial labor.

Tiffany, however, persevered. This was a precious opportunity. Her fighting skills, honed during her five humiliating years of imprisonment in her previous life, were strong, but she was undisciplined. The instructor pointed out many flaws, noting she could win small fights but would easily lose against stronger opponents.

Understanding her weaknesses, Tiffany trained even harder, often continuing long after others had rested. She was repeatedly knocked down by the instructor but always got back up. Sweat poured down, but her tenacious spirit shone through her exquisite appearance.

Ged couldn't understand her dedication. Often, the boys would watch her train under the scorching sun; her slender form seemed to possess endless energy. Her beauty was captivating.

Previously dismissed as merely pretty and useless, she was now as combative as any boy, displaying beautiful muscles and explosive power beneath delicate skin—a wild, flamboyant beauty that captivated, not just visually, but spiritually.

Someone murmured, "Was I blind in the past…" (The search engine prompt was removed as it is not relevant to the grammatical cleanup).