The team was neatly arranged, under the scorching sun, strong and rhythmic shouting constantly echoed.
As noon approached, the sun moved, and the area of shade from the trees became smaller and smaller. Places that could initially provide shelter from the heat were now occupied by the blazing sunlight.
Beads of sweat fell in large drops, seemingly evaporating as soon as they touched the ground due to the heat.
The last class on Monday afternoon was self-study. Grace Winter spoke to the homeroom teacher briefly before running to the playground with an insulated lunchbox.
Each class had a different break time, so when Grace arrived, Hayes Edwards' class was still in training.
Hayes stood in the last row of the team, his posture very standard.
Grace was about to greet him, but then thought of something, withdrew her hand, and waited obediently with the lunchbox.
Hayes also saw Grace, and after the team disbanded, he thought for a bit and walked over, "Why are you here?"
