"You sure you want to do it like this?" Eden couldn't help but lower his voice again. He discreetly glanced at the man standing boldly in place, wanting to persuade Lance, "I don't think you stand a chance. He's someone who can easily handle one against eight..."

"If you don't try, how would you know?" Lance wiped the sweat that had already started to form on his forehead, feeling even worse. "He can take on eight of us with little combat experience. What about the others?"

Eden stared at Lance's beautiful and delicate face for a moment. "Feeling down?" He understood Lance very well, after all, they had been best friends for several years. Sometimes, just a glance could convey their general thoughts to each other. And if Lance rarely thought of resorting to violence to solve a problem, then his mood must be absolutely low.

"Yeah… that's right." Lance didn't deny it and tucked a strand of loose hair that was sticking to his cheek behind his ear. "There was a small hiccup during the lunch date."

Eden studied Lance from top to bottom with his light green eyes for a long time. After coming to a very inappropriate conclusion that "Lance's figure is so beautiful that it's worthy of admiration," he finally noticed a tiny mark on his collarbone.

Plus, there was also the scent of medicine coming from his body...

"You guys... Aren't you being a bit too intense?" Eden narrowed his eyes at Lance, the meaning behind it was self-evident.

Lance took a deep breath, telling himself not to argue with this idiot, Eden. However, due to the increasing heat, his body started to sweat, indicating his annoyance. "Eden, have you been spending too much time in the flowers that your mind starts to wander in that direction? Do you need me to buy you some common sense?"

"Lance, you're insulting my intelligence again!"

"You forgot, didn't you?" Lance smiled faintly. "Your IQ was always lower than mine."

Eden: =Dish=!

Yidan, whose IQ is far lower than Lance's, finished his five laps and gave Lance a sympathetic yet provocative look with his aquamarine eyes. It made one's hand itch a little...

Lance looked away, and suddenly remembered that Eden had confessed to him during the beginning of the school year. Perhaps he could create a small obstacle for Eden's pursuit of Miss Beta, so that they could strengthen their love for each other even more after facing challenges. Oh, he was only doing this for his dearest friend, Eden.

Lance maintained his breathing at a steady pace, pondering random thoughts to divert his attention. Otherwise, he would constantly feel the sweat dampening his back and the tangled mess his long hair might have become.

It's absolutely terrible.

The training room fell into an eerily silent state when the instructor suddenly called for a stop, just half a lap away. Lance hadn't been paying attention to what had happened before.

Lance's heart was pounding rapidly due to the intense exercise, and his fair face was flushed with post-workout redness. His eyes were slightly moist, and the scent of rose perfume became increasingly strong, making this alpha appear particularly enticing and tempting.

Gray stared at him for three seconds, without allowing him to join the ranks. Instead, he glanced at the young alphas with a slightly stern look in their eyes and said, "Next, Lance Hiral will lead the team! Run ten laps!"

"Any objections?!"

All of a sudden, everyone's gaze involuntarily turned towards Lance, but no one dared to utter a word.

Lance raised his hand and gently smoothed his hair, untangling the knots and smoothing it with his fingers. Then, he lifted his eyes and looked at the older man, who was nearly ten centimeters taller than him, with his sea-blue eyes that were still slightly moist, as if there was a refreshing mist blowing towards him. "Instructor Gray, I have it."

Eden's face changed color.

"Speak."

"I request a 10-minute break," Lance looked into Gray's pitch-black eyes, trying to gauge his emotions. However, he couldn't discern any clear emotions from those eyes. They were calm, as if facing someone from an ordinary background rather than a member of the Hierarchy family."

"Reason." Gray looked down from his commanding position, seeing through his scheming thoughts crystal clear.

Langston hesitated for a moment, seemingly surprised that the instructor was so approachable. However, it was only a fleeting moment, as he promptly lifted up a section of his clothing without any hesitation. He pointed to the bruising on his waist and abdomen, saying, "I got injured while practicing combat at home yesterday."

Gray narrowed his eyes and looked at the dazzlingly white bruise on the skin. It was indeed the result of being hit...

"Alright, approved. Take a 5-minute break," he said, shifting his gaze away in less than a second. He then scanned the group of somewhat restless individual alphas and even betas, pulling up the corners of his mouth slightly. "Barton, lead the team for twenty laps!"

Now, run immediately! And those who don't want to run... Ha, come fight me first.

Lance blinked when he heard these words, seeming... as if this old man wasn't deliberately targeting him?

Remember this rule, one class, one absence. Today's chance has already been used by Xirui'er. As for whether I approve or not, it depends on my mood.

Oh...Lance continued to carefully comb his hair, which was just provoking him. Instructor Grey.

Lance sat on the stool, bringing back the idea that he had just dismissed—perhaps he should find someone.

"As for you, Lance Syrell," Grey lowered his head, and his thin lips touched lightly before he spoke, causing Lance to freeze in place at his words, "an alpha who can still go on a date in the morning shouldn't be so weak."

"What do you think?"