Lionel Grant was at ease, without any pressure.
But Rita Webster, who was on the spiral stair next to him, contrasted sharply with her disheveled appearance.
Both hands tightly gripped the steel pole, the backs of her hands bulging with veins from exerting too much force.
Her little face was as white as paper, yet she stubbornly refused to admit defeat and didn't even let out a single cry of being unable to endure it.
"..."
Caroline Edwin narrowed her eyes and withdrew her gaze, her pen spinning idly between her fingers before she began to write down the scores.
Once a minute was up,
At her command to stop, the students descended from the spiral stairs, too weak to stand, dizzy and blurred, sprawling out on the grass.
"I... I feel like I'm going to throw up my dinner from last night... It's so uncomfortable, I definitely don't want to go through this again."
"I'm seeing the sky spin right now, I feel so light and dizzy, I can't find any sense of direction."
