Because the three of them finished first, the seniors also picked up their pace, and everyone completed their tasks before dark.
Of course, there was one exception in the group: Nina Sinclair.
Nina knew that if she didn't finish, someone would help her, so she didn't put her heart into the work at all. In a full five hours, she hadn't even finished half an acre.
It wasn't until dusk, when the seniors had finished harvesting their radishes and were preparing to load them onto the truck, that Nina finally started to panic.
"Are you guys leaving?"
The others turned back, looking at Nina's disheveled appearance without a word.
Nina bit her lip, glanced at the sky, and put on a pitiful expression. "Can you please help me? I... I still have so much left."
'If they don't help me, I won't get any sleep tonight.'
Normally in a situation like this, everyone would help Nina, if only to avoid being criticized later.
