Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 546

“Meet them?” Juniper murmured, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“That’s right.” The subordinate flashed a predatory grin, his eyes gleaming as he pitched his offer. “Our Chief Instructor is a very famous figure. Ever heard of the Huntsman Institute in the Amazon rainforest? They used to hold a senior instructor position there and have now been invited to the Orient Country to train new recruits.”

“Kid, I can see you have talent and your skills are outstanding. If you could receive some personal guidance from them, your future would be boundless.”

The Amazon rainforest? Juniper thought with a scoff.

Huntsman Institute? Another mental scoff.

A senior instructor? A third, more derisive scoff.

She remembered a time when she was being a real troublemaker at the monastery. To teach her a lesson, her master had taken her to the Huntsman Institute behind her grandfather's back.

She hadn’t tried to leave during the first week because the training was intense and the food was surprisingly good. Seeing this, her master wondered if she was there for training or on vacation. He secretly told her instructor to ramp up the intensity. The instructor didn't hold back, nearly breaking her with a shoulder throw. As she winced in pain, the instructor had sneered, “Little girl, you really think you’re all that? From now on, if you can’t beat me, your meals are cut in half.”

What? They could insult her, but cutting her food? That was a line she wouldn't tolerate.

With the instructor’s constant taunts bordering on personal attacks and her stomach always half-empty, her “vacation” quickly lost its charm. Finally, she snapped and fought back. Fueled by a bit of personal animosity, she beat the so-called senior instructor black and blue.

When her master saw the mess she’d made, he panicked. Imagine the compensation for injuring a senior instructor! That very night, he whisked her away, and they fled the Huntsman Institute.

So, what did she care about the Huntsman Institute? Or some senior instructor? Just another person she’d defeated.

Besides, all she wanted to do now was study hard, be a model student, and slack off when she could. The last thing she needed was to get dragged into more training.

“No, thanks,” Juniper refused flatly. “I have something important to do.”

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