Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 509: Chapter 508: Not Just Me, but Us

Just as she hesitated, her phone rang.

"Back door of the restaurant."

It was a message from Nathan Foster.

South Grant dragged her weary body over reluctantly, but Nathan Foster wasn’t there, it was an instructor.

The instructor took South Grant to where Nathan Foster was currently staying, a separate room.

He wasn’t staying with the other instructors, and South Grant looked around. Although the place wasn’t big, it was quite decent.

"Are you staying here tonight?" South Grant asked.

"Not just me, it’s us." Nathan Foster replied.

South Grant realized what he meant earlier about not having to get up early and stay up late.

Turns out he was already planning to be an instructor then.

"It won’t look good if someone sees us." South Grant thought about her reputation, knowing she still had to live on campus for a long time.

"No one will see us, no one will come around here." After Nathan Foster said that, he motioned with his hand, "Come over."

South Grant walked over to him and was pulled onto the bed.

South Grant screamed, startled, "I don’t have time to fool around with you, I’m in pain all over."

But South Grant was no match for Nathan Foster’s strength. He held her on the bed and then placed his large hand on her body, gently massaging the sore spots.

Nathan Foster’s technique was very professional, neither too light nor too heavy, and with each knead, a lot of the tension was relieved.

"Lynn, where did you learn this? It’s so professional."

Nathan Foster continued massaging, "I went through similar training myself, naturally I know which parts are the most tired and sore."

South Grant felt so comfortable from Nathan Foster’s massage that she hummed softly.

Before long, she was silent.

When Nathan Foster looked, South Grant was already asleep.

The next day, when she woke up, South Grant felt refreshed, and the pains from yesterday were gone.

Today, they had to continue yesterday’s training. If any team member didn’t perform correctly, the leader would also be punished.

South Grant cursed them as pigs in her heart, but had no choice but to suffer the punishment with them.

Things were a bit better on South Grant’s side since there weren’t any particularly clumsy people, but Chester Lynch’s side had it rough.

It was simply unbearable to watch.

According to Nathan Foster’s standards, none of them were qualified.

Just then, someone stood up, chin raised, looking at Nathan Foster and the instructor beside him and said:

"Unfair!"

Once one person stood up, others dared to as well.

"Exactly, you tell us the standard, but can you show us a proper demonstration?"

Nathan Foster looked at them; they were from Chester Lynch’s team.

Nathan Foster didn’t move, but the instructor beside him kicked each one of them.

"In the military, this is called disobedience and it’s subject to punishment and reports!"

Then Nathan Foster waved his hand, looking at everyone present.

The ones shouting were from Chester Lynch’s team. Nathan Foster looked at their team and then took two steps forward, addressing everyone in their group.

"Alright, you want to see a standard demonstration?" After saying that, Nathan Foster didn’t hesitate, he bent down and performed the standard actions in front of them.

When he stood up, he looked at the two who had spoken earlier.

"If you can’t complete them, your team will be punished with you. This is the rule in the military."

The two looked at Nathan Foster’s imposing demeanor and felt somewhat intimidated.

"But we’re in a school, not the military!"

Nathan Foster looked at them and sneered, "If not the military, then why call it military training?"