The voice shook the entire venue, utterly intolerable.
A group of girls wanted to laugh but dared not, so they held it in. Once everyone stood up in unison, they finally breathed a sigh of relief, and their ears enjoyed some peace.
Mia Ginger’s feet were numb from standing, so while Dallas Taylor turned around, she took the opportunity to tiptoe and stretch a bit.
A burst of laughter came from the side.
Instinctively, she glanced over out of the corner of her eye and noticed that at some point a bunch of boys had appeared on the steps of the field.
Their eyes were fixed, each one staring at their line.
Occasionally whispering among themselves.
Dallas Taylor, with his hands behind his back, was pacing to the fourth row to find faults.
The girls standing at attention couldn’t hold back and soon started to stir.
Wren King, casually glancing at the group of boys over there, even directly teased, "School Beauty, everyone has come to watch you."
A series of low giggles broke out in the ranks.
Mia Ginger was about to turn her head to warn her when suddenly she heard a cold voice, "Shut up."
Was it... Blair Chester?
Wren King had provoked her several times, but this was the first time she actively fought back.
"Ha," Wren King couldn’t maintain her composure, retorting with a mocking laugh, "Getting mad when called School Beauty? Then don’t strike poses during the photo shoot this morning, who’s the demure act for..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Blair Chester suddenly turned and slapped her with a "slap" that shocked the entire team.
Wren King was used to ridiculing her and was naturally off guard.
Before she could recover, Dallas Taylor’s harsh voice came from the side, "What’s going on!"
The entire team fell silent.
"You two, step out!" Dallas Taylor shouted angrily in a stern and severe tone.
Blair Chester and Wren King both stepped out of the formation.
"Class leader!" Dallas Taylor’s gaze fell coldly on Mia Ginger’s face, "What are you doing? Enjoying the show?!"
Caught in the crossfire again.
Mia Ginger said sullenly, "Report, no!"
"Step out!" Dallas Taylor directly hooked her out as well.
With a stern face, he lectured, "Aren’t you ashamed? Why are you quarreling for no reason?! Do you think my words are empty?! Huh!"
After roaring, he directly ordered, "Everyone, stand at attention for an hour!"
The girls looked incredulously at his face, realizing after half a day that he was not joking at all.
Though their hearts were filled with complaints, no one dared to defy him.
The entire company became a typical example, standing at attention under the scorching sun on the field.
Mia Ginger was dragged out, as if she was the one who had made a mistake.
She had never seen this side of Dallas Taylor before.
Upon careful reflection—
This seemed like the first time he truly lost his temper since becoming the instructor.
His long, thick black eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and there was not a trace of compassion on his cold, stern face. His tall and mighty figure exuded a strong presence, looking like a cold iron tower, quite intimidating.
Indeed, when a man truly gets angry, it’s terrifying.
The oppressive feeling brought by his tall body alone was not to be underestimated.
Mia Ginger sighed inwardly and silently stood at attention.
With a "thud," Tong Tong fell within the ranks.
Before the girls could scream, Dallas Taylor glanced down and nonchalantly pointed at someone, instructing, "Help her to the infirmary."
Then turned and said, "Everyone else, continue!"