"One person makes a mistake, the group gets punished." Mia Ginger didn’t turn around, her cold voice like icy rain, retorted, "Did the instructor already forget what was said before?"
"..." Windsor Myres was speechless.
The six of them fell silent, and ran in unison to the field.
The entire company of girls was checking dormitory order, but the boys weren’t; they were out running laps in the drizzle.
Seeing them come in, naturally surprised everyone.
This surprise quickly turned into a stir once they saw clearly who those six were.
Half of those six were figures of prominence among the freshmen at the academy.
And it was still raining?
Really not mindful of the delicate.
The taste of punishment certainly isn’t pleasant.
Especially when you’re being made an example of, with the whole academy’s boys witnessing the punishment.
Just as they entered the field, Wren King felt completely out of sorts.
Blair Chester felt similar.
Mina Lee and Tong Tong, usually carefree, were also embarrassed, not to mention dejected.
And to make matters worse, it’s raining.
Hair and clothes would be soaked soon enough.
Looking at Mia Ginger’s blank side profile, none of them even had the courage to speak up at the moment.
She wasn’t there when things got heated last night; she’s genuinely the one being dragged down.
She didn’t utter a word, so how could the others dare to speak?
They could only keep silent.
But Mia Ginger didn’t stay silent, leading the five onto the track, staring straight ahead, her clear and bright voice rang out directly, "Left-right, left-right, left-right... One, two, three, four!"
Her voice was naturally good, crisp and clean, very loud; otherwise she wouldn’t have caught Dallas Taylor’s attention the first day after forming ranks.
At this moment, as it suddenly echoed, naturally it made everyone dumbfounded.
Who has ever seen a girl like her?
It’s clear she’s here to be punished, yet she doesn’t show a bit of dejection, her small frame standing straight, shouting slogans so loud, her tone neat and crisp, yet carrying a girl’s unique rhythm, like tender green bamboo sprouting amidst the rain.
Her first shout was so abrupt that the five-person team didn’t respond at all.
Her slogan pierced the tranquility of the morning rain, and soon, got swallowed up directly.
Who has ever seen such an amusing girl?
Among the four squads of running boys, someone couldn’t help but laugh.
With the instructor absent, it was student leaders guiding them in running, completely unscrupulous.
Someone even whistled deliberately while passing by her.
Camden River couldn’t stop them.
A bit heartache, yet a bit embarrassed, he took a glance at Mia Ginger and led his team quickly away.
Naturally, Mia Ginger and her group fell behind.
Wren King especially frustrated, muttering, "We’re just six people, what’s the point of shouting slogans, it’s too funny!"
Mia Ginger didn’t look at her.
In fact, running beside the five of them, she didn’t look at anyone.
With both hands clenched at her sides, maintaining an even pace, she continued, "Left-right, left-right, left-right... One, two, three, four!"
Still, no one echoed her call.
Mia Ginger didn’t mind, kept shouting slogans by herself, and when turning, she loudly proclaimed again, "Heroes among women. Only take first place, no second!"
Her voice still very loud, still no one responded.
The five of them remained silent, as if they had agreed upon it, unable to make a sound.