Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 390

At the training camp…

“Mr. Boucher, your little goddess left so long ago. Are you still thinking about her?”

Francisco had just finished playing basketball with a few of his friends, and his body was still drenched in sweat. He was sitting on the bench drinking water while taking the ridicule of his friends head-on. He then waved at them. “Go away, stop making fun of m

e.”

Someone stepped over the bench, sat beside him, picked up the water bottle at his feet, and unscrewed it. “You’ve been rather absent-minded ever since your little goddess left the training camp. You haven’t been playing with us very diligently either.”

He took a sip and then asked faintly, “Have your soul left the training camp together with her?”

Francisco let out a sigh. “My soul has left the camp your *ss! I’m trying to be serious now so that I can go home earlier.”

The man did not believe it. “How can you still be a bully when you go home? Your parents will still keep an eye on you, won’t they? Isn’t life in the training camp rather happy?”

looked at him. “But how much longer can this continue? I don’t want to get into top management, so I’ll be able to go home in a few more years. Thus, instead of waiting for my time here to end, I might as well go home now and lead

of my term to return home. I’ve stayed here for a few years already. Although it’s considered to have helped me escape the strict control of my family,

man asked, “Where are you going?” He replied, “I’m going back to the dorm to take a

the ground floor of the dormitory and saw two

in front of him was standing very close to him

saw Francisco from the corner of his gaze, and his eyes tumed slightly cold. He pulled down the brim of his cap to cover his face, tumed around

steps backward stiffly, his posture seeming a

toward Instructor Leach, and saw that he had lost his balance.

into Instructor Leach’s abdomen, and his hands

camp. When he saw Rowena’s call, he put on a

your way back now? And are you driving at 100 miles per hour?”

was startled. “Yes… How

was indeed at 100 miles per

say with murderous intent, “Stone, I’m sorry. I know you’re very loyal, but I can’t

what… What do you

and he noticed something subconsciously as he heard the sound of a