Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 521

Watching everyone's attention shift to Juniper, the now-ignored Yolanda clenched her fists, her eyes filled with a deep, seething resentment.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” she fumed silently. “Once the training begins, let’s see if you’re still smiling.”

...

Expectation, as they say, is a far cry from reality. Janet had wanted to stand next to Juniper, but her shorter stature got her moved from the back row all the way to the front.

“Alright, everyone, find your places! The instructor will be here any minute,” the company’s temporary counselor reminded them softly. “For this boot camp, our company is made up of three majors: Law, Computer Science, and Broadcasting.”

Standing in the last row, Juniper’s height made her stand out, head and shoulders above everyone else.

"That's about it for the announcements," the counselor continued. "The instructor is very strict, so try not to make any mistakes. Otherwise, there will be punishments."

Hearing this, the students began to whisper amongst themselves before the instructor arrived.

"I heard this guy is a veteran from a top military unit." An informed student bravely shared the gossip. "He's super strict and runs a tight ship."

"And he especially can't stand people who use connections or pull strings. He was here last year. The seniors said the training nearly killed them."

"Seriously..." A few of the girls were already getting scared. "We should just keep our heads down and not cause any trouble."

"Exactly," Yolanda piped up, deliberately raising her voice. "Instructor Farrell is a man of principle. He won't pick on anyone without a reason, and he certainly won't give anyone special treatment because of their status."

As she spoke, she shot a pointed look at Juniper in the back row. Her mother had already spoken to her uncle. Juniper wouldn't have a single easy day.

Juniper had woken up too early and was feeling drowsy. She simply closed her eyes for a quick nap, completely unconcerned with what anyone was saying.

But in him, she had met her match. For the next two weeks, she wouldn't have a single moment of peace.

"Alright, let's start with six laps around the track," Farrell ordered coldly.

"Sir!" Yolanda raised her hand, feigning weakness. "Instructor, I have a stomach ache."

"Fall out. Rest on the side," Farrell agreed without hesitation.

"Instructor, can I—" another girl in the line raised her hand.

"Don't even try that with me," Farrell cut her off mercilessly. "Get moving! Anyone who doesn't finish in the allotted time will be doing push-ups."

With groans and complaints, the students from the three majors began to jog.