His tall figure entered the room, making the whole dormitory feel cramped and narrow, especially with two instructors following behind him.
No one spoke, and Alexander Miller suddenly entered the room.
He was also wearing camouflage, with a rare stern look on his face.
"You guys?" Dallas Taylor quickly scanned the room, his gaze landing on Mia Ginger, and suddenly sneered, "Who wants to explain? What happened last night?"
"Ah?" All six of them were stunned to varying degrees.
Dallas Taylor snorted coldly, making it clear that he was not concerned about their housekeeping duties.
"Who was involved in the fight in the dormitory last night?" Alexander Miller didn’t seem quite as severe, but his expression wasn’t much better either. He quickly paced through the dormitory twice, his gaze falling on Mina Lee at the front.
Once back to their senses, no one said a word.
"All the way here, more than one dormitory’s students have been complaining about you." Seeing Mina Lee remain silent, Alexander Miller turned around and started pacing again, speaking with a pained expression, "I just don’t understand. It’s only been a few days since the school started, how much conflict could there be to escalate to fighting? Mia Ginger, you tell me, what exactly happened last night? You’re the class monitor; I’m asking you, where’s your exemplary leadership?"
Mia Ginger looked up at Alexander Miller, "Sir, I’m not really sure."
"Not sure?" Alexander Miller laughed angrily, "Not sure about what happened to the injury on your forehead? Come on, tell us!"
The instructors’ gazes all fell on her.
Mia Ginger replied expressionlessly, "I bumped it on the dorm door."
"Hmm," Alexander Miller gave her a hard look, "Quite the coincidence, isn’t it!"
One of the instructors was amused by his sarcastic tone and laughed.
Dallas Taylor turned around and glared at him, then raised his eyes, scanning the faces of all six individuals.
His gaze was always immensely authoritative.
The few people in the dormitory were tense, and they suddenly heard him raise his voice and ask, "What exactly happened? Can anyone tell me?!"
"Great!" Dallas Taylor was clearly infuriated, suppressing his anger, he pointed at Mia Ginger, "You, take this dorm and run laps on the field. Don’t stop unless I allow it today! This is unacceptable, you all are out of control!"
Isn’t it almost time for breakfast?
Mia Ginger looked up, exasperatedly glancing at him.
"What are you looking at, still not getting into formation?!" Dallas Taylor was full of momentum.
"Yes!" Mia Ginger responded helplessly.
Dallas Taylor cast her an annoyed glance, swung his hand, and turned to leave.
The instructors quickly followed.
The counselor gave them a disappointed look, turned around, and without saying a word, left as well.
Mia Ginger went to the front expressionlessly and raised her hand, "Gather up!"
"Are we really running?" Wren King muttered.
Mia Ginger pressed her lips and gave her a look, too tired to speak, leading the team out.
It was only when they got downstairs that they realized—
In fact, the wind had already started blowing yesterday evening.
The fine drizzling rain must have started past midnight, and now, the ground was wet.
How unlucky and miserable.
Mia Ginger’s mood was utterly terrible, she turned around and spoke directly, "Run—Go!"
The five of them started running sluggishly.
After a few steps, Windsor Myres grumbled, "This is just too much!"
"Shut up!" Mia Ginger snapped without turning her head.
"Why are you mad at me?" Windsor Myres shot back annoyingly, "I was caught in the crossfire too, alright?"