Mia Ginger experienced this feeling for the first time.
She led the team, loudly shouting slogans, but it felt like a joke, with no one responding.
This feeling was unique, different from every other time she had led.
The drizzling rain hit her face, coldly and indifferently, as if it could extinguish all her resentment, grievances, anger, and pride.
No one obeyed the command.
Because she lacked deterrence.
Lacked authority.
Lacked experience.
Lacked status.
She lacked in so many ways.
If the School of Journalism was a forest, Dallas Taylor was the tiger, commanding all beasts, while she was just a clever, lucky little fox.
Only when relying on him, she could borrow his power like a proxy and gain a bit of respect.
So that's how it was.
She was on the same level as everyone else, so naturally, no one was convinced by her or feared her.
