Chapter 940

Since Zara didn’t know how to organize anything, she gave up entirely and decided to just leave it a mess.

Lex hadn’t said a word in the group chat; she must have been incredibly busy.

*Skylar:* Did you guys think the Chief Instructor was super hot?

*Zara:* He’s hot. I’ve seen my fair share of attractive guys, but I have to admit his type is rare.

Claire kept the conversation going: *Yeah, he’s handsome.*

*Skylar:* It’s a shame he already has a fiancée. He even made a point to say she

was beautiful. He’s definitely trying to stop us from getting any ideas.

*Claire:* Exactly. So don’t get any ideas. His fiancée is formidable.

Claire’s message revealed quite a bit of information.

Skylar immediately seized on it: *Claire, how do you know? Do you know the Chief Instructor?*

Claire simply sent an *Mm-hmm* and ended the chat.

The instructor’s whistle had just blown.

*Claire:* I’m heading out to assemble.

*Skylar:* I just finished folding my blanket and heard the whistle too. I heard that how fast we line up determines when we get to eat.

Claire hadn’t heard that rumor, but Zara was currently feeling completely helpless.

Her classmates were already urging her to hurry up.

“Zara, get off your phone! You’re the only one in the whole dorm who hasn’t packed.”

“I don’t know how to organize this,” the heiress said, blinking her big, innocent eyes. It was actually somewhat endearing.

The person urging her was her class president, who let out an exasperated sigh. “You can’t just do whatever you want just because you’re pretty. The instructor is definitely going to punish you during inspection.”

“But I really don’t know how.”

Zara truly felt innocent in all this.

With a stunning beauty giving you that look, how many people could actually resist?

The class president glared at her fiercely. “You absolute trophy. Do you not even clean your own room at home?”

“The housekeeper does it,” Zara answered with complete honesty.

The class president scoffed. “What a spoiled heiress!”

Zara threw her hands up. “I can’t help it. If girls do manual labor, their hands get rough. My mom won’t let me do it.”

“Enough!” The class president couldn’t listen to another word. She grabbed Zara’s bedsheets and started making the bed for her.

“Thank you, President!” Zara said, her tone sickeningly sweet.

Because Zara was beautiful and, despite being a little arrogant, wasn’t actually malicious even classmates.

who barely knew her were willing to lend a hand.

But not everyone liked Zara.

Whether it was her looks, her figure, or her wealth, she sparked too much envy.

Some people just watched her with cold, judgmental eyes.

By the time the instructor blew the whistle to assemble, everyone rushed out, leaving Zara behind.

Seeing everyone leave while the

class president was still fixing!

bed, Zara quickly said, “Youet

have to help me anymore, just go!”

“If this isn’t done right, you’ll fail the instructor’s inspection.”

Zara didn’t care. “It’s our first day. The instructors probably won’t be that strict.”

“Don’t count on it.”

The class president wasn’t optimistic.

Someone else was already shouting from the hallway: “President, hurry up! Don’t

make us late for assembly and get us all punished.”

The hostility toward Zara was obvious in that tone.

Left with no choice, the class president grabbed Zara and dragged her out.

Qu

Ahead of them, people were already complaining, muttering that a spoiled princess like Zara had

business going to college, ne

participating in military training.

Zara silently agreed with them. She admitted her basic life skills were terrible.

But she had other redeeming qualities!

The immediate consequence of Zara’s inability to clean her room was that her roommates heard her name echo over the base’s loudspeakers.

She was being publicly reprimanded!

No one had seen that coming.

Zara herself was utterly stunned.