"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.