Wang Miaomiao sat beside the field, watching intently and listening closely, observing the young girls on the field.
Watching the group of girls running unsteadily, swaying from side to side, some already being helped by their friends, yet still persisting with heavy steps, not giving up as they move forward.
A wave of heat surged inside Wang Miaomiao, and the pain throughout her body seemed less unbearable.
On the track, the girls who had finished running gathered around to cheer for the last girl until she crossed the finish line, causing everyone to cheer joyously.
Zhu Dalong glanced at his watch; it was already past two in the morning. A whistle sounded, and without needing a reminder, the girls gathered around and lined up.
Because many hadn't recovered yet, the line-up was crooked, and everyone's posture was inadequate. Zhu Dalong frowned slightly but didn't say much, "Everyone, dismiss, go back to the dorm and sleep."
