Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 550

The two-week military training was drawing to a close.

Yolanda, who had used a fainting spell to skive off for a few days, returned to find that Juniper’s reputation had completely flipped. Not only were the law and computer science students treating her with reverence, but even Yolanda’s own classmates in the broadcasting program had changed their tune, now calling Juniper an “ace.”

Perhaps because of the shooting incident, Yolanda realized she was no longer the center of attention. She could feel the subtle mockery in their gazes. To make matters worse, everyone was gossiping that Juniper now had a boyfriend.

A boyfriend? Yolanda had been keeping a close eye on Juniper and had never seen anyone important around her. If her boyfriend were truly rich and powerful, they would have gone public by now. He was probably just some nobody.

“It doesn't matter,” she thought, consoling herself. “The school is about to choose me as the freshman representative to speak at the opening ceremony. Then, all the students, new and old, will see who I am.”

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The final event of the military training was rock climbing. It was a new addition this year, supposedly to improve students' reflexes and physical coordination.

This time, Farrell was uncharacteristically generous and directly nominated Juniper to participate.

The other students were dumbfounded. Had their instructor been won over by the ace's awesomeness?

“Won over?” a nearby student snickered. “More like beaten into submission.”

A few others stifled laughs and started to heckle, “Farrell, want to make another bet?”

They still remembered the taste of those free milkshakes and wouldn't mind another round.

“Stand straight!” Farrell barked, his face dark. “One more word and you're all doing push-ups.”

Juniper walked up to the climbing wall and saw Farrell holding her rope, inspecting it up and down.

“It's all set,” Farrell said as she approached, immediately letting go of the rope. He stepped aside and gestured with his chin. “Go on.”

Juniper glanced at the rope, her clear eyes narrowing. A disdainful smirk touched her lips. So that's why he'd volunteered her. This was his petty little scheme?

How pathetic! He was seriously underestimating her.

“Alright,” she said, playing along. She grabbed the rope he had so obviously sabotaged. If things went according to his plan, the rope would snap when she reached the top, sending her plummeting to the ground. Best case, serious injury. Worst case, death.

A sharp whistle blew. With incredible speed, Juniper started scaling the rock wall. She moved like a gecko, so fast she was almost a blur.