"Beep—beep—beep—"
Drake Easton blew his whistle several times in succession.
Still no use.
With a slight shift of his gaze, Rowdy Brightwill swept his eyes over the lined-up Flossie Wright.
So exhausted for so long, these students were mostly slumped and wilted, like cabbages that had sat for days.
A glance revealed only a few standing properly.
Among them, Flossie Wright was particularly conspicuous.
Erect as a bamboo, her bearing was calm and her demeanor detached.
She was particularly eye-catching.
Narrowing his eyes, Rowdy Brightwill's lips curled into a hint of a smile as he quickly walked over.
Drake was delivering a lecture.
His voice was deep and stern, yet carried a substantial quality that made the students, who had felt the desolation for several days, find it especially warm and familiar.
"What's up?"
Pulled back a few steps by Rowdy Brightwill, Nathan Foster looked at him in puzzlement.
