Walked a few steps and jumped off the steps.
He looked at the backs of a few girls, took out a whistle, and blew it.
"Toot!"
A loud whistle echoed in the ears, Mia Ginger saw him from afar, somewhat surprised, and led the team to him.
All six people's clothes were soaked.
Dallas Taylor said nothing, hands behind his back, paced around the group twice.
In a deep voice asked, "How do you feel?"
No one answered.
"What?" he raised an eyebrow and sneered, countered, "Didn't run enough?"
"Report!" Mia's clear voice rang, "Enough!"
Dallas glanced at her, his eyes almost brimming with laughter, and said sternly, "Dismissed!"
The six suddenly sighed in relief.
Seeing there was still enough time for breakfast, they gratefully headed towards the dining hall.
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After breakfast, the sky was still gloomy.
But the rain was gradually stopping.
Everyone was still training on the playground.
After ten o'clock, the clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, clearing up.
