Second

Summer camp, Area C.

"Next up, we have the Black Mountain Corps...."

Mike yawned, rubbing his eyes. His wrist was also sore.

All day long, he hadn't stopped writing.

"Shadow Nine really doesn't hold back!"

Shadow Nine has truly taken maximizing savings to the extreme.

Taking a break, Mike looked around at the others.

Elena was using her AI auto-typing software to write her impressions, Jessica's handwriting was beautiful, and Kaelum's was a bit messy, writing whatever came to mind.

The worst off were Cain and Anderson.

Even combined, their writings didn't add up to 800 words.

Cain let out a wail, looking at the setting sun, and said helplessly,

"Senior, we're not going to earn these credits. Let's think about what to eat tonight."

Anderson silently shook his head.

Is this the time to think about food?!

Suddenly, he seemed to have an epiphany and started writing furiously.