She always has this unexpected ability to soften one’s heart.
It makes him a bit distracted, wanting to call her and hear her soft, gentle voice.
Checking the time, he decided against it.
Koa Jackson chuckled and replied, "Then think of me while sleeping."
Mia Ginger’s face turned red again, her fingers stiffening a bit, she quickly replied, "Alright, I’m going to sleep, goodnight."
Mia Ginger really had a dream.
In her dream, she returned to when she was ten and saw the handsome Koa Jackson.
He was wearing a clean white shirt, instead of giving her money, he affectionately ruffled her hair.
The sunlight seemed very warm.
His hand touched her hair, making her sweat nervously.
Koa Jackson then held her hand, running non-stop in the bright sunshine, seemingly tireless.
"Brother Jackson, I’m so tired."
Mia Ginger was really exhausted, muttering indistinctly, and upon just opening the balcony door, Wren King heard the second half of her sentence and laughed, "Mia Ginger is training even in her dreams, still saying she’s tired!"
"It’s already half-past five," Wren King glared at her and walked over to Mia Ginger’s bedside, nudging her gently, "Wake up, wake up."
Mia Ginger suddenly woke up, groggily sitting up.
"You were in a training camp in your dream." Wren King teased from below, "I heard you say, ’I’m so tired!’"
"Ugh." Mia Ginger looked at her with a red face, "I never talk in my sleep."
Everyone below burst into laughter, and Wren King said with an amused expression, "You said it, just admit it! Haha, did you dream of our instructor again and got punished to run two kilometers? Haha!"
"You’re so dead." Mia Ginger, still half awake, grabbed a pillow and swung it at her.
Cautiously getting out of bed.
Everyone stood obediently on the field.
Dallas Taylor strode over, eyes scanning the crowd with vigor, "Attention everyone, turn left——now!"
Forty girls turned synchronously.
Dallas Taylor raised his eyebrows slightly and, unusually, praised them, "Finally looking decent."
A light laughter sounded from the ranks, someone muttered softly, "King Yama doesn’t seem so unapproachable after all."
"What are you saying!" Dallas Taylor’s voice immediately rose a notch, eyes locking onto the girl who spoke, "You, step out!"
The girl, with a bitter face, stepped out.
"Just one compliment and you get a big head, can you stop whispering to each other?!"
"Reporting in, we can."
"Hmph." Dallas Taylor snorted dismissively, "To the side, half hour military posture!"
"Yes." The girl who was cheerful earlier suddenly looked like a wilted eggplant and moved aside.
Dallas Taylor turned around, eyes landing at the very front and center of the team, "Mia Ginger, step out!"
"Can you run?" Dallas Taylor’s eyes fell on her legs.
"Reporting, instructor, I can."