Rookie Transfer and the First Lesson

Peterson stared blankly. "Who are you looking for?"

"May I know if you're Coach Peterson?" said Luke with his customary smile.

Peterson subconsciously nodded. "I am. And you are…?"

Luke: "Student Luke Coulson reporting for duty." He then gave him Remick's note.

Peterson accepted the note with a black face. He was silent for a moment as he read it, and anger flashed in his eyes.

The notice of training was sent out a long time ago; why was someone suddenly showing up now?

But he didn't flare up right away.

He was a man with principles - he would only deal with rookies who didn't follow the rules with practical actions.

"Okay, it's time to go. You, come with us." With that, Peterson strode out of the classroom.

Luke's expression didn't change as he followed the man and ignored the rookies behind him.

Less than two minutes later, they were standing on the drill ground. "Now, we'll test your baseline. Who wants to go first?"