The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 842

"Can you believe there's someone like that?" Sam exclaimed, looking at the instructor. "How's his performance in other areas?"

"I haven't really noticed. I only caught it during the shooting practice just now," the instructor replied.

Sam thought for a moment before saying, "Keep an eye on him for the next few days. If he really has talent, we'll see what we can do."

The instructor immediately caught the drift of Sam's "we'll see," coughed, and then added, "If only it were a guy."

"Huh?" Sam was taken aback. "It's a girl?"

"Yes," the instructor nodded, with a hint of regret in his voice.

But the fact that it was a girl didn’t really matter.

James, standing nearby, glanced towards the training field before turning back to Sam. "You go ahead, I'll take my leave."

Sam, knowing James well, just waved his hand, signaling him to go ahead.

James nodded and quickly left with Wyatt.

Watching his nephew's retreating figure, Sam pondered for a moment before turning to the instructor. "Let's go check out this year's military training."

The instructor was internally surprised. What was going on at Prestige College this year? Having someone from the Shepherd family as the chief instructor was surprising enough, and now their military's top leader was personally overseeing the training...

Shaking his head in confusion, the instructor led Sam to the training field.

*

Mirabella had just returned from the restroom when Lisa asked her if she would continue with target practice.

Mirabella’s eyes fell on a boy lying on the ground, practicing diligently. She shook her head. "No, I’m done for now."

The scores from target shooting would count towards their grades, and if they didn’t pass, they’d have to retake the military training with the freshmen next year.

The instructor pointed towards Mirabella. "That's the girl."

Following his gaze, Sam looked over. Mirabella’s military cap was pulled low, and she was bending over, so he couldn’t clearly see her face at first.

However, her demeanor stood out.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, Mirabella, who was guiding Lisa’s hand to control the rifle, looked up towards Sam.

Her gaze was calm; after a brief glance, she turned back to continue instructing Lisa.

Sam raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. His presence, typically filled with seriousness and authority, was still strong.

Throughout his walk, he hadn’t seen any student dare to look at him with such a calm demeanor.

See you tonight!