The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 390

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?”

“It’s indeed happy.” Francisco 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 a happy life.”

‘In the training camp, I could either fight my way into the top management or wait for the end 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, I’ll still have to go home sooner or later.’

Seeing that Francisco was getting up, the man asked, “Where are you going?” He replied, “I’m going back to the dorm to take a shower. I stink like a pig now.”

Francisco walked to the ground floor of the dormitory and saw two people there.

Instructor Leach’s back was facing him, while the man in front of him was standing very close to him and had his hand placed on Instructor Leach’s shoulder as if he was whispering something to him.

The man 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 with his hands inserted into his pocket, and left quickly.

Instructor Leach took two steps backward stiffly, his posture seeming a little unstable.

Francisco noticed something was wrong, trotted toward Instructor Leach, and saw that he had lost his balance. Instructor Leach fell all of a sudden, so Francisco dashed forward to support him. “Instructor Leach!”