"Huh?" Mia Ginger stared at him in a daze.
The training grounds and dormitory were quite far from each other, a round trip took at least half an hour.
What a miserable situation.
"Huh what?" The instructor glanced at her, "About-face—march."
Mia instinctively complied.
The stone-faced instructor watched her back, couldn't help but slightly curve his lips, turned back to the group, and put on a cold expression again, speaking in a rhythmic tone: "Everyone spread out in a gymnastics formation."
The girls quietly complied.
The stone-faced instructor walked around the team twice, then leisurely said: "Chin up, chest out, abdomen in, legs together, eyes forward…hold the position for half an hour."
"Ah!"
Starting with a stern warning, there was unrest in the team.
Looking at other squads, their instructors were busy introducing themselves and bonding with the students.