Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 142

The so–called rest area was the grassy area next to the field.

Lawrence led the students there, and they sat down on the ground. They began to introduce themselves.

one by one

During high school, Carlisle enjoyed sports a lot. He often went for morning jogs. His physical condition

back then was quite optimal.

However, when he reached the tenth lap currently, he started to lose his breath. He stopped and panted

heavily with his hands on his knees.

Lawrence was the devil instructor, after all. Carlisle wondered if his legs would be fine after nine miles.

“Why’d you stop? Every time you stop, I’ll add an extra lap!” Lawrence shouted loudly at Carlisle.

Carlisle took a few quick breaths and resumed running.

By the time the students finished their self–introductions, Carlisle had already completed 20 laps.

He stopped again. He was gasping for air so badly that he felt like his heart would stop beating.

“Keep running! There are 16 laps left!” Lawrence shouted sternly at him.

throat and a hoarse voice, Carlisle requested loudly, “Permission to drink

is punishment, not training. No water

seemed like the strictest instructor of all

could feel their necks tightened. They made

what the circumstances were.

to Wanda, stood up and spoke,

nodded. “Permission

When she was halfway

the convenience

was glaring at that time. Carlisle had already completed 28 laps. His uniform was entirely

with sweat.

his ears were ringing, and his chest was tight–signs of severe dehydration.

down

reached his limit, Lawrence didn’t push him

bottle of water. “Here,

the bottle in her hand. He hesitated.

it for you. She even paid me for the delivery

placed the bottle of water on the ground

Wanda and Carlisle. It wasn’t

to be avoiding him, which was why she

Christine began to doubt whether her

come.

just now, which

in the same class, their feelings for each other remained.