Chapter 511 - 510: Nathan Foster Is Angry

Chapter 511: Chapter 510: Nathan Foster Is Angry

At this point, South Grant was pushed onto the bed by Nathan Foster.

"So, this is how you see me!" Nathan’s eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

South was a bit angry. He had already been upset when he watched the two of them compete in the afternoon.

"Isn’t it true?"

Nathan looked at South, determined to punish him harshly.

"Chester Lynch’s leadership and organizational skills are better than yours. I’m a new instructor, and these students are not familiar with me. The students in this class are very rebellious. I discovered this in the morning, which is why I waited until the morning training ended to divide into groups. I wanted to see your class’s overall level!"

There was anger in Nathan’s voice. In the past, he would never explain so much to South.

"Your class’s overall level isn’t good. Everyone’s pampered and delicate. In the remaining days, nothing can be trained out of them. Dividing into two teams, with you and Chester leading, is because your physical qualities are good. Even if I punish you, you can take it. If I punish you extensively, these classmates will feel guilty, and because of this guilt, they will standardize their movements well. By the end of the military training, the weight of you and Chester among the students will be different. I can complete the task well, and you also get trained. In your view, is this intentional retaliation?"

Nathan’s words left South speechless, not knowing how to respond.

He initially assumed Nathan was retaliating against him, so no matter what he did afterward, South felt he was deliberately targeting Chester.

"Uncle, I..."

Nathan interrupted South again, "If I wanted to retaliate against him, I have plenty of ways. Using this method, you’re underestimating me. You inherently believe I’m retaliating against him, or perhaps, he’s never really left your heart."

Having said this, Nathan let go of South, then sat up from the bed.

Nathan knew that the room change was arranged by Chester, but he wasn’t narrow-minded enough to use this method to torment Chester on purpose.

Regardless of Chester’s thoughts, it was South thinking this way that was the root of Nathan’s anger.

South didn’t know what to say at this moment. Nathan sat at the edge of the bed, expecting South to speak, or to hug him from behind like before.

Or at least deny that last sentence.

But no, South did nothing and remained silent.

Nathan glared for a moment, then stood up and went out through the door.

South watched the door close, hugging his knees against the bedhead.

No one knew what was on his mind at that moment.

Nathan went out; this wasn’t the military department, the only place he could head to was the playground.

He walked aimlessly on the playground, arriving under the streetlamp where he and South had been that night.

Nathan looked up at the streetlamp.

South had never argued with him about anything, but because of Chester, he dared to do anything.

This gave Nathan a great sense of defeat.

At this moment, Nathan leaned against the pole of the streetlamp, looking at the couples not far away on the playground.

Just then, a familiar voice reached Nathan’s ears.

"Mr. Foster." It was Chester’s voice.

He came.