The girls started running weakly.
With one shout, he made the just-started group suddenly stop, catching the girls naturally off guard.
The formation was completely disrupted.
"Tired?" Dallas Taylor walked from back to front, his voice unusually soft.
Two girls instinctively replied.
Dallas Taylor roared, making everyone shiver.
The two girls who spoke swallowed and timidly stepped out.
"You two, stand at attention for half an hour!"
Dallas Taylor spoke coldly and then strode around, lecturing, "If you’re tired, just focus. When I’m satisfied, you can rest!"
The girls were speechless.
His gaze fell on Mia Ginger, "Leader, fall out."
Mia Ginger stepped out of the group.
"Form up the team, and once done, lead them in running," said Dallas Taylor.
Mia Ginger sighed silently, got herself together completely, turned to the team, and shouted, "All members, left—turn!"
"Line up on Tong Tong, look—straight ahead."
"Eight hundred meters, run—go!"
The girls no longer dared to be sloppy and started running neatly.
Mia Ginger was at the innermost part of the group, leading it, yet her uniqueness made her the center of attention on the entire field.
It was only the first morning of military training, and instructors and students were still at the initial acquaintance phase. The New Media Institute boys and girls were divided into ten platoons, and none had a student leader.
Mia Ginger was the first,
As they say, under a strong general, there are no weak soldiers—clearly their leader is different. In such a short time, a leader had emerged.
All the instructors on the field couldn’t help but exclaim.
Everyone’s eyes fell on Mia Ginger.
The young lady was pretty, fresh, fair, and upright—although slim, she appeared gallant and spirited.
She was more than capable of holding up the front.
But Mia Ginger was utterly exhausted.
She had completely forgotten how she managed to persevere until the end.
The entire time, she was numb.
Numbly leading, numbly organizing the team, and finally, when Dallas Taylor shouted "Dismissed," she numbly called out a slogan and almost fainted.
Beside her, Tong Tong promptly supported her.
"Thanks," Mia Ginger looked up at her languidly.
"Are you okay? Your face is as pale as a ghost." Tong Tong showed genuine concern.
Mia Ginger was much thinner than her, looking as if a strong wind could blow her over. Her health seemed average, and several times she had seen her teeter as if about to collapse.
During normal training, she always appeared energetic and never fell, as if Tong Tong was mistaken.
"I’m okay," Mia Ginger straightened up, "just hungry and tired, craving meat."
Tong Tong was about to say something when suddenly a voice reached her ears, "Mia Ginger!"
Mia Ginger straightened reflexively upon hearing Dallas Taylor’s voice.
Several instructors nearby couldn’t help laughing, teasing, "Look at that, our leader scared the young lady half to death!"