Chapter 167: Chapter 167: The Second Male Lead Appears (10)
"Not enough?" The instructor raised an eyebrow.
Mia Ginger’s mouth twitched, and she turned right away and ran off.
"Everyone else, continue standing in military posture!"
Another wave of groans came from the ranks, and the girls instinctively stood like poplars under his gaze.
The tall, upright instructor walked around the group twice, hands behind his back, then stood prominently and blew his whistle sharply in the direction of Mia Ginger and Windsor Myres.
Mia Ginger quickened her pace.
In her mind, she cursed him ten thousand times.
She didn’t like running, it was exhausting, not to mention such a demanding long run.
Eight hundred meters is already the limit, isn’t it?
Two thousand meters!
What did I do to deserve this?!
She was about to go crazy.
"Tsk tsk," Windsor Myres, who was actually quite fit, sneered as she ran beside her, "I really feel bad making you run with me."
Mia Ginger rolled her eyes at her and sprinted away.
She didn’t want to deal with anyone right now.
Slightly further away—
The instructor, with a stern face, watched her sprint away again, unable to stop the corner of his lips from curving up.
This girl’s quite interesting, huh.
She’s as fresh as a young cabbage, but obstinate.
Especially her eyes, dark and bright, with a certain forcefulness, making people want to give her a little squeeze.
He loved to squeeze people.
——
Mia Ginger ran until she couldn’t run anymore.
Windsor Myres had finished the whole course in just over ten minutes.
She still had a lap to go.
The sunlight grew brighter, and her T-shirt was soaked with sweat, sticking uncomfortably to her skin.
Plus her hair.
The inner layer soft against her skin, she grumpily reached up to push it away, and a bead of sweat rolled down from her forehead past her eye.
It was Windsor Myres who made the mistake.
The punishment inexplicably became hers.
This instructor—
Is he crazy?
Fueled by righteous anger, Mia Ginger, with sheer willpower, finished the course.
Face pale and soaked with sweat, she stood expressionless in front of the cold-faced instructor, gloomy, "Report, finished the run." free.webn\ove(l)(.)c(o)m
The instructor glanced down at her, "Rejoin the ranks."
"Yes." Mia Ginger closed her eyes, opened them again, and stepped back into the formation.
Stood under the sun.
In less than five minutes, she already felt like she was about to collapse.
A heavenly voice came to her ears, "Alright, everyone rest in place for ten minutes."
"Oh my gosh!"
"I’m dying."
"Finally, a break."
Waves of groans emanated from the group, her calves twitched, and Mina Lee swiftly supported her.
Mia Ginger gripped her hand, steadying herself, and sat down on the ground.
Wren King and Wren King gathered around, the former gloomily said, "This instructor is too heartless, you weren’t the one who made the mistake."
"Exactly, I see him as King Yama, other teams have rested two or three times, and this is our first," Wren King sighed, "We’re really down on our luck."
"Keep it down," Mina Lee quickly gestured to her with her eyes.
Not far from them—
The cold-faced instructor glanced at the pile of collapsed girls, loudly reminding, "Ten minutes is precious, don’t just sit around. Move your legs and wrists, there’s more than half an hour of training left this morning!"
"Ah."
"Ay."
"So hungry."
Sighs and groans ensued, and Mia Ginger looked up at him moodily.