Once again organizing the team, he looked begrudgingly satisfied.
He raised his eyes to sweep across the quiet playground.
The coach on the far side saluted him and said in a resonant voice that echoed around the grounds, "Report that the assembly before breakfast is complete. Please instruct."
Dallas Taylor stood straight as an arrow, returned the salute, "Dismiss."
"Yes." The teams dispersed.
"Oh my,"
"So handsome!"
"That salute is so cool!"
"..."
The entire lineup of girls suddenly seemed shocked, forgetting their fatigue and whispering like starstruck fans.
Soon, all the other nine teams disbanded.
Dallas turned around, his face darkened, and slowly said, "It seems you're still not hungry?"
Uh—
The girls internally groaned.
Even praising your handsomeness doesn't work!
"Everyone, stand for another ten minutes." Dallas said, expressionless.
The girls: "!"
No one dared speak again, and the entire team fell silent.
Ten minutes ticked by, second by second.
