"Got it." Forty girls shouted thunderously.
"Very good." Dallas Taylor glanced around, "Next, let’s continue with standing at attention."
What, standing again?
The girls dared not voice their complaints.
Following the command, they spread out again, standing properly once more.
"Stand firm," Dallas slightly raised an eyebrow, walking as he spoke, "Standing at attention is the most basic part of military training. Get this right before moving on to anything else."
The girls, having stood for more than an hour, still dared not complain.
Dallas walked past them in rows.
"Legs together, knees don’t bend, arms naturally hang straight, fingers together, thumb tip against the second joint of the index finger, middle finger against the trousers seam."
"Where are you looking? Chin up, slightly tuck in the jaw, eyes looking straight ahead."
"Tie your hair up later."
"Keep your back straight."
"Am I that scary? What are you trembling for!"
He shouted all the way to Mia Ginger, glanced at her, then turned around and said, "Mia Ginger, step out."
Mia Ginger once again became the focus.
She must have had a feud with this Lord Black in a past life.
Dallas, who was being silently scolded, did not stop, continuing for a while until his gaze fell on another girl, speaking sternly, "You, step out."
The girl stepped to Mia Ginger’s side.
Dallas walked a few more steps, in total calling four girls to step out.
Everyone’s gaze instantly turned to them.
"Stand at attention to the level of these four students, and it would be barely acceptable. Everyone should carefully recall the details of the actions, adjust accordingly, and then stand for another twenty minutes before eating," Dallas said expressionlessly.
Mia Ginger, feeling exhausted, dared not move.
Following the actions he just described, she stood in a textbook-perfect military posture.
The brief twenty minutes seemed to stretch like a century.
At eight ten, Dallas pulled a whistle from his pocket, blew a loud note, and released everyone.
The other instructors simultaneously began organizing their teams.
Mia Ginger glanced at him in surprise, couldn’t help but mutter to herself——
Is this Icy Yama their leader?
"You four, return to formation," Dallas said after pocketing his whistle.
The four people relievedly turned back to the formation.
"All members, stand at ease!"
Dallas stood in front of Mia Ginger, looked around the circle, gestured with his right hand and commanded, "All lines focus on Mia Ginger, face forward——align!"
By now the girls were both tired and hungry, moving with lightning speed.
Dallas slightly lowered his gaze, looking at the motionless Mia Ginger, "In the future when I say to focus on you, remember to answer while raising your left arm in a fist high, with the upper arm slightly level with the shoulder and the forearm raised vertically, palm facing right. Got it?"
"Reporting," Mia Ginger responded crisply.
"Please demonstrate once."
"Pfft!" A girl couldn’t hold back, laughed again.
Dallas stared coldly at her, raised his left hand in a standard gesture, turned his head and said, "Got it?"
Dallas lowered his arm.
After organizing the team, he went to the front of the line.
"All lines focus, turn——right!"
Two hours of training began to show results, forty girls turned in unison.
"Turn eyes right——align!"
"Eyes forward——look!"