The Heiress They Lost Came Back Overpowered

When he heard the first half of the sentence, Ryan Ford was actually a little delighted. After all, the instructor was praising him! The instructor with the most venomous tongue on the entire base was actually praising him!

’Mom! I’ve made it! That venom-tongued instructor actually praised me!’

But after hearing the whole sentence, he completely deflated.

’It felt like I was praised, but at the same time, not really...’

Ryan Ford asked weakly, "Instructor, by... by how much?"

"You were one minute and six seconds slower than him. That number’s pretty auspicious," Yvonne Lowell said, glancing up at him.

The others were holding back their laughter so hard their cheeks hurt. Of course it was auspicious. Sixty-six seconds—it’s all about that smooth sailing.

"What’s so funny? You have the nerve to laugh? You think you’re any better? He’s at least in a league of his own in first place. And you? The second-place finisher alone was 47 seconds slower than him. Anyone who didn’t know better would think I’d walked into a rehabilitation center."

Ryan Ford unconsciously puffed out his chest a little. ’Thank you, you wonderful person. You made me feel a tiny bit better...’

The squad members: ’No personal attacks, please and thank you ^_^’

Yvonne Lowell looked at him. "I have to say, your balance and jumping ability are quite good. Do you know where your problem lies?"

Ryan Ford scratched his head. "Actually, during previous training at the camp, I could always feel a slight hesitation whenever I went over the high wall. Sometimes I couldn’t even get my leg up on the first try. But I couldn’t figure out the specific reason, so I just focused on speeding up in the other sections."

Yvonne Lowell just stared at him, her gaze so intense it was unsettling. Only then did she abruptly say, "So you do know how to open your mouth and speak. Did you become a mute back at the camp? You couldn’t be bothered to ask for all these years?"

Ryan Ford lowered his eyes guiltily. ’Could I tell her it was because I got arrogant?’ As the record holder for the entire system for several consecutive years, his results were certainly what you’d call spectacular.

Besides, it was just a slight hesitation. Even the old instructors hadn’t noticed, so he’d just put the matter out of his mind.

’If I tell her the truth now, she’ll probably curse me to death, right? Maybe I’ll even get a beating?’

Yvonne Lowell didn’t expose him. This kind of tough-love approach was effective here, but it couldn’t be used all the time.

She turned and walked onto the training ground. "Everyone, with me."

Ryan Ford hurried to follow behind her, and the others quickly fell in line when they saw him move.

Arriving in front of the high wall, Yvonne Lowell pointed out a few other squad members who had flaws in their technique for this obstacle.

"When you’re going over the high wall, the biggest problem for you few is that your center of gravity is in the wrong place. You should all know that for most of these obstacles, you need to lower your center of gravity."

Everyone nodded.

"But the high wall doesn’t." Yvonne Lowell lightly tapped a nearby trainee with her clipboard. "You, get up there and hook your leg over."

The trainee took a few running steps and scaled the wall.

After he jumped down, Yvonne Lowell spoke. "See? His center of gravity was too low just now, which is why it took him longer to get over."

"The key to the high wall is that after you leap, you need to get your body’s center of gravity over the top of the wall as much as possible. That way, you can hook your leg over faster and get support. The same principle applies to the trench."

After explaining, Yvonne Lowell demonstrated for them.

The more Ryan Ford listened, the brighter his eyes became. It was like a lightbulb went off. "Instructor, I think I get it now! I want to try running the whole course again."

"Permission granted," Yvonne Lowell said, giving him a sidelong glance.

"I thank Your Majesty for this profound grace!" Ryan Ford replied, excitedly running toward the starting line.

Only a moment later did he realize what the hell he had just said. He mentally slapped himself. ’Stupid mouth. At least I didn’t say, "Yes, Master."’

The others who hadn’t had their problems pointed out yet also looked at Yvonne Lowell expectantly.

Noticing their gazes, Yvonne Lowell said nonchalantly, "This is the first time I’ve seen a group of people practically begging for a scolding. Don’t be in such a hurry. We’ll talk after he gets back. Besides, you all should see for yourselves the gap between you and him."

The group sheepishly averted their eyes and went back to watching Ryan Ford.

Sure enough, this time, Ryan Ford cleared both the trench and the high wall with extreme smoothness. As for the other obstacles, his performance was as solid as ever.

When he got his time at the finish line, he came running back, ecstatic and howling as he ran.

"WOOHOO! What a rush! 30 seconds! HAHAHAHA, a full 30 seconds faster! I knew I had it in me! I, Ryan Ford, am unbeatable!"

Watching the ’monkey’ sprinting toward them from a distance, Yvonne Lowell commented, "Tsk, you all are truly blessed. You actually have the honor of witnessing a classic case of human de-evolution in real time."

The squad members: ’Please, ma’am, don’t say another word! Holding in laughter is like holding in pee—it’s bad for your health!’

Yvonne Lowell then turned her gaze to the second-place finisher, Stanley Sutton. "Your turn. Come get your scolding."

’It might be a bit immoral to berate my own cousin like this, committing insubordination and all, but Number 1 is the one doing the scolding. What does that have to do with me, Yvonne Lowell?’

’Even if it costs karma points, they’ll be deducted from Number 1’s account.’

Stanley Sutton rubbed his nose and took two steps forward. "Instructor, I’m listening."

Yvonne Lowell looked him up and down. "Are you... afraid of heights?"

"I’m not afraid of heights."

Yvonne Lowell gave him an indescribable look. "Well, I saw that your balance is pretty good. You crossed the balance beam like you were running on flat ground. So how did you manage to make crossing the monkey bars look so... uniquely terrible?"

"Instructor, perhaps you could elaborate?" Stanley Sutton said tentatively.

’Otherwise, I can’t quite gauge the severity of this scolding...’

Yvonne Lowell said mercilessly, "The way you cross the monkey bars isn’t just somewhat similar to the movements of that last bumbling Japanese soldier in some old, ridiculous anti-Japanese war movie—it’s a carbon copy."

"Here’s a fun fact for you: you don’t need to go bow-legged to cross the monkey bars, nor do you need to raise your hands high above your head."

Stanley Sutton: ’...Okay, I’ve got a handle on it now. The level of insult is indeed quite foul.’

"When you’re on the monkey bars, your center of gravity needs to be as low as possible. It’s all about body coordination. When you get up there..."

She went on to point out the other trainees’ problems. After a full day of practice, the final results were at least passable.

...

"Is everything ready over there?" Yvonne Lowell asked, propping her feet up on her desk.

"Yup. Nina and I went to check it out this afternoon. The facilities are fine, and the surveillance has 360-degree coverage with no blind spots. It’s just that the hardware is seriously subpar."

Zachary Jacobs looked up from his phone toward Yvonne Lowell, his big, bearded face etched with disdain.

"It can’t be helped. It’s not convenient to take so many Japyrians abroad, and the higher-ups might not approve it anyway. This will have to do," Yvonne Lowell said, rolling her neck until it made a CRACKING sound.

Since she said that, Zachary Jacobs didn’t press the issue.

But Nina Jennings started being dramatic again. Holding up a delicate pinky, she looked as if she were about to burst into tears. "These poor kids. They finally get a chance to relax, and they can’t even have a proper blast."

Zachary Jacobs couldn’t stop his lips from twitching. "You have a unique definition of ’relaxing’."

...

At four in the morning, the alarm blared right on schedule...

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