NovelOnlineChapter 978 You're Not Any Better Than Traitors “What are you saying?” Kristina glared at him. “Jairo, stop talking if you don’t remember anything.
Jairo realized that it was inappropriate to talk like this given the situation. He quickly changed his tone.” We'll win! We'll definitely win! And we'll win spectacularly!” “Exactly! Foplya surrendered voluntarily. | remember that clearly!” Kristina said enthusiastically.
Myla’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, and she immediately asked, “Really? Foplya surrendered voluntarily? It's 1940 now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWill they surrender this year?” “Yes! | think?” They realized how little knowledge they had when they actually needed it. They were genuinely unsure about it.
Phoebe Boyd, the student in a traditional Foplyanese outfit, still remembered a little. “It definitely wasn't this year. Let me think about it.” Upon hearing that, the hope in Myla’s eyes began to fade.
Zayden couldn't stand it anymore and stepped in. His tone was harsh, “How can you not remember? This is such an important event for us! I- I-" Tears were welling up in his eyes.
Myla patted him. “Don’t make it hard for the civilians.” “The chief of staff said that people who go to college are all knowledgeable. They should know everything. Myla, why don’t they know anything!” Upon hearing this, another male student, Nico Reid, got angry.
“Why should we remember such things so clearly? Come on, what era is it now? Can you stop spreading anxiety? “We're already exhausted from our thesis project. Do we really have to remember things from so long ago? Bro, this is a time of peace, okay? This is so lame.” Zayden had trouble understanding Nico’s words. Many of the young soldiers at the time were from rural villages.
They were often orphans who were rescued by the army. Some of them dreamed of wearing the uniform and had fervent and sincere dedication since young.
“What do you mean?” Zayden asked.
Nico Reid shouted, “Help! Let me go back! | can’t communicate with you guys. Don’t impose your stuff on us. We're already under a lot of pressure, okay? You-" A sharp, snapping sound was heard. Before Nico could finish, Wynter gave him a hard slap. The sharp sound echoed underground, resonating so intensely that it felt as if their faces were stinging from the reverberation.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmera's “Who the fuck do you think you are? How dare you bark around here?” Wynter lifted Nico by his collar as she said that. Her eyes were icy cold.
“They are the reason you can safely attend your university, sleep, and play games in your dorm without worrying about a bullet hitting your clueless head one day! They bought your safety with their blood!”
Nico was stunned and his face was starting to swell. He clenched his fist, ready to punch her back when he regained his senses.
Myla tried to intervene, fearing they might start a fight. But before Myla had a chance to intervene, Wynter caught Nico’s fist. She squeezed his fist hard, causing Nico to involuntarily lower himself in pain.
“Times have indeed changed.” Wynter stood there, looking down at Nico with a faint, mocking expression.
“I might have overestimated you. You're just a loafer who doesn’t even attend classes properly, cramming at the last minute to avoid failing.
“You have tattoos on your arms and reek of alcohol. What's the matter? Can't pay off your loans and feel the pressure now?” “If you can't speak properly, then shut up.” Wynter's eyes were as dark as impenetrable fog. “You learned a couple of foreign phrases and got so proud that you forgot who your ancestors
were. Who are you to show off here like this?” The other students could see that Nico was truly in pain.
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