Chapter 32: The Strict Camp Commander Huo_1
The passing soldiers all chose to keep their distance from the scene.
They felt that Commander Horne cared a lot about Miss Bluen, yet his demeanor was so cold it could freeze someone to death, leaving them utterly bewildered.
The distant soldiers didn’t want to miss this somewhat strange yet intriguing spectacle. Every one of them pricked up their ears like rabbits—long and sharp. Their eyes, keen as an eagle’s, could clearly make out Marcel Horne’s expressions from afar.
"One minute to get down here!" Marcel Horne’s face grew even tighter, his eyes deeper.
Everything around was deathly quiet, except for his commands echoing through the Military Camp Courtyard.
Marcel Horne was notoriously strict; how many soldiers hadn’t had a layer of skin peeled off by his tough training?
Ruby Bluen came back to her senses, her face still flushed red. She turned and hurried downstairs.
It was indeed her fault for littering!
Once in the Courtyard, she quickly squatted down and began picking up pieces of paper from the ground. But, as luck would have it, the wind kept blowing, scattering the pieces around, making it difficult for her to clean up.
Marcel Horne didn’t help, standing there like a mountain, his stern face devoid of any softness, though a trace of curiosity flickered in his deep eyes.
A soldier who often chatted with Ruby Bluen to keep her from feeling too bored couldn’t resist walking over to help her pick up the pieces. "Sis, let me help you," he offered.