Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Second Male Lead Appears (8)
"Huh?" Mia Ginger stared at him in a daze.
The training grounds and dormitory were quite far from each other, a round trip took at least half an hour.
What a miserable situation.
"Huh what?" The instructor glanced at her, "About-face—march." f r\eew,eb novel.c(o)(m)
Mia instinctively complied.
The stone-faced instructor watched her back, couldn’t help but slightly curve his lips, turned back to the group, and put on a cold expression again, speaking in a rhythmic tone: "Everyone spread out in a gymnastics formation."
The girls quietly complied.
The stone-faced instructor walked around the team twice, then leisurely said: "Chin up, chest out, abdomen in, legs together, eyes forward...hold the position for half an hour."
"Ah!"
Starting with a stern warning, there was unrest in the team.
Looking at other squads, their instructors were busy introducing themselves and bonding with the students.
"Half an hour not enough?" The stone-faced instructor’s voice slightly raised, rudely said, "Then add ten more minutes."
The girls abruptly fell silent.
"A word of advice, I’m fond of collective punishment. Simply put, one person makes a mistake, everyone gets punished. As each of you is part of a group, naturally you should build a sense of group honor and take responsibility for your group. When tempted to make a mistake, think more about others, okay!"
His tone was sarcastic, his voice was cold and hard, and after speaking, no one dared to make a sound.
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Mia didn’t slack off, she ran at a steady pace back to the dormitory.
Windsor Myres was sleeping soundly, completely unaware of her return.
"Hey." Mia stood there panting, angrily patting the side of her bed, "Windsor Myres, wake up."
Windsor turned over, pulling the quilt over.
Mia was speechless, so she simply climbed onto the bed’s handrail with her shoes still on, yanked the quilt away, and shouted loudly, "Get, up, now!"
Windsor jolted awake, eyes wide open.
Mia jumped down, crossed her arms with a face full of gloom, pouting, "Awake? You have ten minutes to dress, wash up, and head downstairs, hurry up."
"Are you crazy!" Windsor sat up disgruntled,
"It’s only the first day of training," Mia looked away, sarcastically said, "Did you know that failing training deducts credits? Or did you just come to slack off, doing whatever you please, but don’t drag others down with you, okay?"
"..." Windsor squinted at her.
"Alright, stop staring."
With her cocky expression, Windsor’s face darkened.
But she wasn’t sleepy anymore.
Being alone in the dorm was boring, she got up to wash.
Mia waited listlessly for her, tightening the belt around her waist in front of the mirror.
Windsor returned and put on her camouflage.
She was actually under five-foot-seven, wearing flat shoes made her slightly taller than Mia,
Yet somehow, she couldn’t overshadow Mia.
For one, their temperaments were both distinct, and secondly, appearing without makeup slightly deducted her points.
Despite being only nineteen, smoking, drinking, heavy makeup, and chaotic routines always followed her, her skin naturally wasn’t as fair and delicate as Mia’s, much rougher in comparison.
Watching her apply cream in front of the mirror, Mia gazed idly, not rushing her.