"Shhh," Ken whispered, gripping his phone tightly as he crouched beside Bee. "I’m your boss, and I excel at this."
"But, boss, you’ve never secretly taken photos of anyone before," Bee whispered, fidgeting. He wanted to be the one to do it so he could get on Tyson’s good side.
Tyson had instructed them to take pictures of Alex whenever he talked to the girls—or face a severe beating. So here they were, doing what they believed they did best.
Ken scoffed. "I’ve never killed anyone before—should I begin with you?"
Bee gulped and remained silent.
The two crouched behind a tal box, peeking out at the field where Alex and his team played football under the night sky. It was Alex against all the girls, who laughed and giggled, seizing every opportunity to touch him.
"Take it... Take it already!" Bee urged.
"Quit smacking my hand, you idiot! I can’t click properly!" Ken hissed back.
On the field, Alex sighed and finally dropped onto the grass. He shook his head. "That’s enough. We played for an hour."
"Please, Senior! We want to play more!" the girls pleaded.
A girl rushed off and quickly returned with a water bottle, presenting it to him.
"Thanks," Alex said, taking a deep gulp while the girls watched him with twinkling eyes.
Then, one of them spoke up hesitantly. "Senior, when will you show us your abs? You promised..."
Alex sighed. Then, without hesitation, he took off his shirt.
The reaction was instant.
The girls went completely wild. Their eyes widened, and their hands twitched in mid-air as if unsure whether it was real.
"Go on," Alex said, sounding amused. "I’m not going to stay like this forever."
One by one, they reached out to touch his abs, their faces flushing red. As soon as they felt his toned muscles, they clasped their hands to their chests to preserve that sensation forever.
Tyson chuckled as he browsed through the photos and videos taken by his subordinates. "This is great. You did a good job."
He would now send them to Seraphina to let her decide his brother’s fate. Alex’s destiny rested in her hands.
"It looks like Sergeant has turned into the mastermind of so evil group," Shaun remarked, poking the fire with a stick as he sat by the campfire. Lara laughed, observing Tyson’s amused expression.
"I don’t mind being wicked as long as I’m with Senior," Lara said with a smirk.
Shaun shook his head as Ken and Bee grinned, relieved they were no longer being punished for their losses.
"Senior, I apologize for misunderstanding you earlier," Ken suddenly said. "Please forgive . I’ve learned my lesson, and from now on, I won’t bully anyone."
Tyson paused, sliding the phone into his pocket as he observed Ken.
Lara observed the exchange, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Finally, their school would return to what it once was—a place of camaraderie and strength. And it was all because of her Senior. She admired him more than ever, maybe even more than she realized.
"It’s great that you’ve co to this realization," Tyson finally said. "We’re all fellow Rangers, Ken. One day, we’ll need to fight together. If you continue to bully your teammates, who will support you? Who will stand by you when the odds are against us?"
The group fell silent, taking in his words. A shift in the air made it evident—they were beginning to see him as a leader.
"We all know we’re up against sothing impossible," Tyson continued, his voice steady. "But I believe that if we remain true to one another, we can turn the impossible... into the possible."
For a brief mont, his mind flashed to Ice World—the desolate battlefield where Rangers left their comrades, convinced it was a fight they couldn’t win. Maybe it was.
But what if they didn’t turn their backs? What if he and his friends stood united against the impossible?
They would have to face it one day, so they should be well prepared.
"Alright, everyone, tomorrow is our last day and our final chance to earn points," Tyson said. "I’ll be inside taking my theory exam while you all compete in various tasks—running, weightlifting, theory tests, even mine observation. I won’t instruct you to focus on defeating your opponents this ti. Just give it your all—win or lose, it doesn’t matter."
The group fell silent. They knew they would return to the city the next day, and Tyson would no longer be their leader. They would have to train independently, push themselves forward, and beco their own leaders.
"Should we take a group photo?" Bee asked hesitantly.
"Sure, why not?" Tyson said in agreent.
Eagerly, they started their photo shoot. Lara snapped many group photos, while also positioning herself close to Tyson—close enough to feel near him, but not so close as to make him uneasy.
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Seraphina was on the verge of sleep when her phone chid. Initially, she thought it was Alex saying goodnight, but to her surprise, it was Tyson.
"Ah, I see," Seraphina said with a smirk. "Alex, darling, it might have been tactful to bid goodnight... but now—"
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The next morning,
"You bastard!" Alex shouted, clutching Tyson’s collar at the hall entrance.
Tyson whistled and looked away, pretending he couldn’t hear him—even though Alex was practically shaking him.
"Why on earth did you send her those damn photos?!" Alex shouted, looking as if he hadn’t slept all night. "Do you realize how hard it was to convince her I wasn’t flirting with those girls?"
"That’s exactly what I told her—’Alex isn’t flirting, so don’t misunderstand him.’" Tyson shrugged. "along with those photos and videos."
Alex stood there, speechless.
If Tyson hadn’t sent those ’helpful’ materials, Sera probably wouldn’t have misunderstood in the first place. But this fool was determined to make Sera fight him. And, of course, she played along even after she realized what Tyson was up to, deciding to use it as an excuse to vent all her frustration from work.
He beca the scapegoat, and wow, she fought him all night, ensuring Alex didn’t get a single second of peaceful sleep.
"Thanks to you, I haven’t studied at all," Alex complained, releasing Tyson’s collar and marching into the exam hall.
Tyson chuckled as he followed behind him, while the other sergeants sat at their desks, looking extrely nervous—so already sweating, staring at their blank answer sheets, wishing they had actually studied.
As part of their profession, they thought they didn’t need to study until they were inford that they had to take an exam to earn points, precisely 30 marks for which they would receive 30 points.
Alex leaned on the desk, either falling asleep or pretending to as Tyson struggled to solve a math equation like this...
If a Ranger with a power point of 57 has a reserve of 83 nanoparticles and shares enough with another Ranger at power point 16 who is at approximately 21 percent reserves until his reserve reaches 100%, how many nanoparticles will remain with the first Ranger? And why?
Tyson stared at the question, then glanced at the examiner, who watched him closely. He wanted to yell—why the hell did he have to calculate reserves? Why couldn’t he tough it out and fight?
But he held back.
His brother had already dozed off, while the guy next to him furiously scribbled away, filling the entire answer sheet as if his life depended on it—whether his answers were right or wrong didn’t seem to matter. He wrote as if there were no tomorrow.
Tyson glanced around at the other sergeants. Nobody appeared happy. They were either too stressed or utterly panicked—except for Alex, who had fallen asleep.
Tyson rolled his eyes. That jerk had found the perfect excuse to fail.
The examiner examined the sheets while the sergeants stayed seated, panicking whenever his gaze fell on them.
When he picked up Alex’s sheet, Alex yawned and glanced around with no interest. The examiner sighed and shook his head—the entire sheet was blank.
Moving on to the next one, his face contorted with anger. "Tim, you jerk! Do you think this is a racetrack or sothing?"
Tim, the guy sitting next to Alex, quickly lowered his head, pretending to still be recovering from an old injury. This was the sa guy who had helped the General get closer to his goal and had only recently removed the cast from his hand. While he had been excused from training, the theory exam was unavoidable.
Frustrated, the examiner shook his head, turned to Tyson, and rolled his eyes.
Sensing doom, Tyson buried his face in the desk, as if that would shield him from the examiner’s glare.
A few monts later, his answer sheet was placed in his hands. His fingers quivered as he held it.
He got a solid 9 out of 50.
Tyson shot a triumphant smirk at Alex, who looked away, aware that Tyson planned to boast despite his poor scores on the answer sheet.
"Pssst," Tyson whispered.
Alex turned his gaze away even more.
"Hey, loser!" Tyson whispered again, fully aware that scoring only nine marks was embarrassing—but a win is a win, especially since he had beaten Alex.
Alex gritted his teeth, waiting impatiently for the examiner to dismiss them from the hall.
"Now, we will conclude the training inside the pods after your final session," the examiner said, glancing at his watch. "I assu your teammates have completed their tasks. It’s ti to prepare for the final battle... Guide them well on the battlefield, Sergeants."
Alex smirked, Now its hero Ti.
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