Because there were so many events, there were bound to be some she was good at.
And, there were always those who were weaker than her.
But this time—
she was really gritting her teeth and hanging on.
Pushing beyond the limits of physical endurance, Nancy Phillips and Jessie Grain's fitness levels were streets ahead of hers, and she couldn't surpass them in just a short time.
This time, she ended up being the very last one.
Lifting her eyes, Flossie Wright looked up at the clouds drifting directly above for a few seconds, and eventually, the corners of her mouth gently curved upward.
She should have been mentally prepared for this.
"Where's Flossie Wright?"
From above, Ella Pemberton's voice suddenly came.
With only three people in total, Ella Pemberton had the capacity to pay attention to each one.
With slightly raised eyebrows, Flossie Wright's smile faded slightly, then she propped herself up from the ground and stood, somewhat unsteady, but with deliberate movements.
