"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.
