Thora didn't expect Roxen to ask her that. She froze for a moment. Then she looked straight ahead, her eyes firm, and a faint smile tugged at her lips. She said, "It's my instinct." Everything her heart told her to hold on to would become her belief. And this had already become a kind of instinct—something that didn't need outside triggers, something that would always be a part of her. Roxen didn't understand what she meant. Still, he repeated her words in his mind once—half understanding, half confused. He wanted to dig deeper, but he forced himself to stop. He realized that his curiosity about Thora had already gone beyond the limits he'd set for himself. Just then, Thora asked him instead, "What about you? Do you have a belief?"She asked it casually, not really expecting an answer, more like testing him out of curiosity. As expected, Roxen didn't reply. His eyes lowered slightly but he kept pace beside her as they ran. When Thora glanced back, she caught sight of his long, thick eyelashes. Roxen was a pure Western werewolf bloodline. His features were sharp, and his eyelashes were long, very eye-catching. And if she guessed right, he must come from a noble family. She could tell just from his words, his manners, and the way he carried himself. As a soldier, observation was a basic skill. Suddenly, Roxen lifted his eyes and smiled. He slowed down and stopped running beside her. He didn't answer Thora's question, as if she had never asked it at all. Thora didn't stop. She still had 18 laps left to run. At her pace, it would take another 40 minutes to finish. She only gave Roxen a puzzled look. After stopping, he waved at her and smiled. He said, "I suddenly feel a bit tired running like this, so I decided ..." The corner of his mouth curled with a mischievous smile. "to watch you run." Thora was speechless. For some reason, at that moment, she felt that Roxen reminded her a little of Draven. Just as annoying. Thora ignored him and kept running forward. Roxen lay down on the grass nearby, both hands behind his head. His emerald-green eyes reflected streaks of red clouds, like tiny sparks flickering in the light. Belief, huh... His gaze fell on Thora as she ran on the track. He raised a hand slightly to block the light from his eyes. A bit too bright. When Thora had only 15 laps left, most of the classes in the other institutes had ended. Among the students passing by the field, most upperclassmen didn't pay attention to students getting punished. This kind of scene happened every year when new students arrived, nothing unusual. "Boss!" "Thora!" Tristan and Shirley saw Thora running with weights and immediately ran over. After getting a rough idea of what was going on, the two of them joined in and ran alongside her as well. But they had another reason for running with her—they wanted to switch institutes. Thora got into a fight at the Combat Institute. How could they just sit back and do nothing? How could they miss out on all the "fun"? The two of them loved trouble and wished they had been there at the time.Thora shot them both a look, and only then did they behave themselves and stop talking about switching institutes. The institutes Tristan and the others were assigned to all matched their skills and strengths. Training there in a focused way would clearly raise their professional level. For them, it was a rare chance to improve. Making a fuss about switching institutes in this situation was just nonsense. Thora would never agree. Besides, rules at the military academy were strict, and changing institutes was far from easy. "By the way, where's Luke?" Thora suddenly remembered that Luke should have finished class by now. Shirley said with a smug smile, "Luke got punished with a full day of push-ups today and didn't even eat. He went back to the dorm to rest. That guy loved sleeping and playing on his computer back at Astralis College. He's still the same in class now. If the teacher didn't punish him, who else would they punish?"Thora said calmly, "Luke needs to get in shape too. After he came back to Astralis two months ago, he's been slacking off and skipping workouts. If this keeps up, with that weak build, he won't even be able to beat you, Shirley." Huh? Shirley froze for a moment and stared at Thora, as if several question marks were floating over her head. Why compare me to Luke? Even though Shirley was a top sniper, and her physical strength was about the same as Luke's, she believed she was far better than he was. She would never even consider being compared to him. Hearing what Thora said, she immediately got upset and started protesting.