When she was little, she used to sneak on the team uniform, and Grandpa Sampson would praise her endlessly for looking so gallant and impressive.

"Handsome, handsome, handsome, that waist of yours could really make people envious," Mair Williams complimented heartily, "Back then, when I saw your ancient costume publicity photo, I was wondering how much red envelope money you gave to the post-production editor to get them to slim down your waist that much. I didn’t expect that you were born with such beauty."

"Yours isn’t bad either, let me have a feel." Jane Sampson reached out her little paw and poked Mair’s waist, only to find out that Mair was even more ticklish than Jane, and she giggled and dodged away.

"Are you two flattering each other now?" Hibiscus Wood tugged at her own clothes after changing and muttered, "My sister Jenny might still have a misunderstanding about my chest. Do you think the chest area here can be very big? Or are the clothes just naturally this wide?"

"You might have a misunderstanding about the surveillance camera too," Jane Sampson said while holding her forehead, "It’s just not visible because it’s covered, but hasn’t gone deaf."

"Oh my God! I forgot! This part has to be cut; Sister Jenny can’t hear this!" Hibiscus Wood exclaimed, suddenly realizing, "Sister Jenny says no one can know I’m flat-chested, this outfit is too small at the chest! Too small!"

Jane guessed that Hibiscus Wood’s ’Sister Jenny’ was probably her agent, so she just smiled along.

Charlotte Miller was also amused by Hibiscus Wood, and she added, "In this world, there are two things you can’t hide: one is a flat chest, and the other is a big chest."

"..." Jane Sampson blinked her eyes, struggling to keep up with the conversation.

She was still unable to talk so freely about chest-related things in front of countless audiences.

Deep down, Jane was still somewhat conservative.

After getting dressed, Jane and her three companions didn’t linger and went downstairs. When they reached the bottom of the building, four male artists had also arrived. "Now that everyone is here, discuss amongst yourselves and choose a squad leader from the eight of you," Captain Johnson scanned Charlotte Miller’s feet, "What size shoes do you wear?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"3... 7 probably," Charlotte Miller responded.

"No, it looks like 38, 39," Captain Johnson insisted, "Report your actual size. If you report it too small and we prepare smaller ones, will you be able to wear them?"

Charlotte’s face turned pale, "Oh, I remembered wrong, 38.5."

However, in reality, Charlotte had always kept hidden the actual size of her shoes ever since her debut. After all, for a girl who is just over 160 cm tall but has large feet, it’s not a very pleasant thing to talk about.

Charlotte always kept her shoe size a secret, but once the show aired, all secrets would be revealed.

Because she hedged and concealed the truth just now, she would have to come up with a way to handle public relations after the recording ended, and before the broadcast, in case her fans thought she was dishonest and prone to lying, which would not be beneficial for her.

After some discussion, the eight of them elected Hugo Edwards, the elder brother figure, as their squad leader.

Once the squad leader was chosen, Captain Johnson led them out of the dormitory building, saying, "In the morning, I’ll take you to familiarize yourselves with the places you’ll be passing through this week. After lunch, you’ll have a one-hour lunch break, and then, in the afternoon, the training will officially start."

"Report! Will we learn marksmanship this week?" Alexander SkyShaw was most interested in this.

"Yes," Captain Johnson replied, then turned his head and scanned the eight people behind him, "Are you all interested in shooting?"

"Yes!" seven voices answered in unison.