"Hmm," Dallas nodded, "800 meters, get ready."
"Huh?" Mia looked at him in surprise.
"What?" Dallas stared at her coldly, unhappy, "Forgot how?"
Mia decisively turned around, surveyed the group, and crisply commanded, "Everyone, look straight— attention!"
The girls quickly got into formation.
Following the command.
"Right— turn, 800 meters, march— go!" With a command, Mia led the team away.
She was on the inside, with Dallas running beside her, giving her some tips on shouting commands.
After finishing, he swapped places with her and demonstrated twice personally.
Came to a stop and no longer ran.
Mia glanced at him with her peripheral vision, swallowed her saliva, and resignedly said, "One two one, one two one, one two one two one two..."
Calling out commands was just a waste of saliva.
Yet she was the competitive type, and soon, her crisp and bright voice echoed through the field.
It’s pretty strange when you think about it.
Following her lead, the girls seemed to have a bit of admiration.
First, Mia was different from them; everyone could clearly feel she wasn’t afraid of the always stern-faced coach— at least not as afraid as they were.
Second, although she was beautiful, she didn’t easily stir up jealousy.
She’s not like Windsor, whose beauty is striking and flamboyant, making people uncomfortable at first sight.
Nor like Blair, whose tall, elegant figure was enviously attractive.
Her figure was slender and slight, standing at a fitting 165 cm; her short hair was soft and fluffy, looking fresh and charming— even girls found her approachable.
Overall, much better than Blair.
Blair had long, smooth, black hair reaching her waist.
Though wearing the same camouflage gear, her hair was so eye-catching, swaying in arcs as she ran, quite teasingly.
Leading on her own, she was incredibly noticeable.
"Mia really is King Black’s favorite, after all," a girl in the group couldn’t help but tease quietly.
"Isn’t she," Wren’s voice was somewhat louder, "Her knee just got better and she’s leading the team already; favoritism is beyond obvious."
"Quiet down." Tong Tong nudged her in reminder.
Wren smiled, her mood was exceptionally good.
As her mood soared, Blair’s mood couldn’t be worse.
Her gaze was fixated on Mia.
Feeling utterly miserable.
But there was nothing she could do.
The one playing favorites was Dallas, the coach with a cold face who had the final say, completely clueless about cherishing beauty and disregarding her feelings.
Dallas put the whistle in his pocket, standing under the podium to supervise.
He let Camden lead the team to run, and stood with him under the podium, looking into the distance together.
After a while, he suddenly spoke, "Captain, you sure are fond of that girl."
"Hey," you know who I’m talking about?"
"It’s just that little Ginger?"
"Little Ginger?" Suddenly, he coughed twice and burst out laughing, "No, no, that’s right, it’s just that little Ginger."
"That girl has some spirit." Dallas mused.
"But the way you’re handling this isn’t good." "Little girls are different from us men, you casually switch things around, have you considered the girl’s feelings?"