Fake heiress Real heroine

Chapter 62

“And.” Quinlyn added and pointed to the side, ‘pregnant women shouldn’t be climbing mountains. They can rest over there?

Austin turned and saw the nearby pavilion. He turned pale with shock and anger. But he didn’t want to admit his mistake, nor could he accept that his challenge was doomed from the start.

So, putting on a stern face, he said, “The point of this trip is to build strength, not to slack off with petty tricks. How do you expect to succeed with that attitude?“

Quinlyn thought Austin was seriously out of touch. “But didn’t you say the starting line was crucial?” She’d already gained an advantage by staying put.

“…” Austin was somewhat speechless and could only grit his teeth. “Fine, there’s a new rule: everyone has to climb the mountain and find the targets in the temple,” he added.

“Okay,” Quinlyn said, shrugging and starting to climb the steps. Austin felt oddly powerless–like punching a pillow. Kids these days were really something else.

By the time Quinlyn had counted fifty steps, she saw students taking breaks. More and more yellow hats piled up on the steps, causing tourists to start complaining.

Someone said, “Of all places for a school trip, why choose a temple that’s so hard to climb? Is the school crazy?”

Enoch, the instructor in charge of student safety, along with the teachers, felt pretty embarrassed. They were caught between monitoring the students and urging them to keep moving so they didn’t block the path.

Halfway up the hill, Quinlyn finally found Mandy. Seeing Mandy climbing on all fours, exhausted, Quinlyn grabbed her backpack and pulled her over to the shade of a tree. “You need to rest if you’re that tired, or you’ll faint.”

Mandy used to be weak, but now she was determined. Even with a fresh scar on her forehead, she insisted on joining the trip and had made it through the first three days.

Before the challenge started, Quinlyn had told Mandy to wait halfway up. She had planned to find ten people at the base of the mountain and then go back up to help Mandy finish the task.

Now that the plan was ruined, she didn’t stress. After drinking some water and eating a bit of bread, she waited for Mandy to get better before pulling her along to keep going.

“Quinlyn, if I finish this on my own, will I be as great as you?” Mandy panted, but she was still pushing herself.

shining eyes, and nodded

kind of look in their eyes–like Bennett, Edward, Curtis, and Antonio.

pushed herself

it.” Quinlyn let out a small sigh of relief, with only a little sweat on her forehead. She looked back at the long staircases and couldn’t help but

amount of exercise wasn’t much for her, but it was still a challenge for adults who didn’t work out regularly, let alone pregnant women who had to avoid strenuous

with the assignment, or are the professors purposely testing

silly. Quinlyn decided not to overthink it and looked around

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Chapter 62

sitting in a lounge halfway up and wachong lear prong of made wooded by the endless temple is

any pregnant woman really can this far Everyone had the same question, but they knew it was improper

or diy

out loud

embarrassed. But even so he ordered “Te just making at harder to

none fished the

for the students.

vjese

have some students with great physicals Felix said,

turned their attention to see Quinlyn and Mandy wandering hand–in–hand, curiously browsing the stalls. The two little yellow hats on their heads looked absolutely adorable in the breeze

to compliment them, but the moment he recognized Quinlyn, his expression dropped again. “They lack ambition.

words. He had some words in mind but wasn’t sure if it was the

Mandy as they wandered from stall to stall. The more Quinlyn observed their surroundings the more uneasy she felt. The vendors seemed off, and even some of the tourists looked strange.

nice?” Mandy asked with a smile, holding up an ancient coin tied with a

another identical coin and said. “Let’s get the same ones. I’ll give you

vendor, “How much for these two?”

hat covering his face, was just relaxing under the tree, napping. Without lifting his head, he replied