Although they had more than a dozen people helping, the sheer amount of work meant it would still take several days to finish.
The Student Council members initially struggled to adjust to such strenuous physical labor. After all, they were all bona fide young noblemen and noblewomen. But with Greg's sensible planning and assignments, everyone gradually found their own rhythm.
The boys mainly carried stone and cut down vines. Both were tasks that required raw strength rather than much skill; all they needed was a willingness to work hard.
Several boys took turns hauling heavy rocks back to camp, sweating buckets but never complaining.
The three boys who had previously had a minor run-in with Greg worked especially hard, as though their strength would never run out.
In the time it took someone else to carry one rock, they could carry two. While the others rested, they kept working.
And whenever Victoria came into view, the three of them made their movements even more exaggerated and worked even harder.
They deliberately took off their shirts to show off their reasonably well-developed muscles, then carried rocks in poses they thought looked handsome. Every so often, they glanced toward Victoria, hoping to catch her attention.
Yet Victoria never gave them a proper look from start to finish.
She was either resting with her eyes closed or working with her head down. In any case, her gaze never lingered on those three boys for even half a second.
What broke their hearts even more was that Victoria not only ignored them, but was also exceptionally close to Greg.
During breaks, the two often huddled together to study the plans, their shoulders touching and their heads pressed close. Occasionally, they argued over a disagreement, but those arguments felt more like banter between people who