The alphas stood lined up at the starting point of the backyard obstacle course, the morning sun casting long shadows across the grass. Each of them stretched their bodies with varying degrees of seriousness—rolling shoulders, loosening hamstrings, and shaking out their arms. The air buzzed with a mix of anticipation and playful tension.
"Hey, if we get to eat, it ain't breakfast no more, right?" Qin Yuran suddenly piped up, her voice carrying a dramatic lilt as she bent forward to touch her toes.
Su Wanyan laughed lightly and nodded, the sound warm and easy. "It would be brunch at least," she responded, adjusting the hem of her shirt.
Qin Yuran let out a long, theatrical sigh. "Haaa… That PD is playing us for a fool," she muttered softly, just loud enough for those nearby to hear.
Zhao Yichen, positioned on her right, nudged her with his elbow and grinned teasingly. "Hey, if PD heard you, you're done."
