Glanced at the PE teacher looking around ahead.
Candy shouted to Xiang'er:
"Xiang'er, if you're tired, I can carry it for a while."
"Okay."
Xiang'er didn't refuse. At first, it didn't seem like much, but now the flag in her hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Outside the group, Zero wore a cap, following the team at a leisurely pace, always staying within five meters of Candy.
He would occasionally dash into the roadside shops, then come running back out.
He was all coolness.
No matter how you looked, Zero seemed more like the one on an autumn trip, rather than Candy and the others.
Meanwhile, at the back of the group, the sixth-grade students were in misery.
They really couldn't understand how the little first-graders could walk so fast.
Were they running?
Initially, some complained that the first-graders walking in front would slow them down.
Now, no one was voicing a word.
Running and walking just to keep up with the group had exhausted them.
