Oswald Haywood looked towards everyone, "Line up now!"
A hundred students stood in the snowy wind, swiftly adjusting their formation and started running at the command.
Snowflakes fluttered down, landing on the students' hair and clothes.
The neatly formed troop ran on the snowy ground, producing a crunching sound as they trod on the compacted snow.
The coaches stood on the training ground.
After watching for a while, Ryan Saxon turned and left, returning with several piping hot baked sweet potatoes, distributing them to the coaches.
"Thank you."
Caroline Edwin received one.
In the stark winter days with hands and feet icy cold, holding a hot sweet potato that wafted a fragrant smell could not help but uplift the spirits.
Tearing open the skin of the sweet potato and taking a bite, the delicious aroma filled the mouth.
Caroline Edwin's cat-like eyes narrowed slightly, "Tastes good."
