I Need to Be Tacky to Make Money
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Classes continued at the dance studio. Two hours in the morning and three hours in the afternoon.
Tang Beibei was too tired to move. After a long time, she wiped her sweat with her sleeve, got up, and walked to Ruan Qi and helped her stretch her legs.
"Qiqi, we still have to practice the first part of the dance with the vice-captain later."
"Aw."
Ruan Qi responded simply and closed her eyes, clearly exhausted.
Tang Beibei brought her some water. Only then did Ruan Qi open her eyes to look at Tang Beibei as she pointed at her own head. Tang Beibei thought that her head was hurting and offered to massage her head.
"Where does it hurt?"
Ruan Qi said, "I felt that the water I drank just now didn't go down my digestive track at all. Instead, it went to my head. My brain is a mess now. It's like mush. The movements we learned just now, it's like I can remember or can't. I don't even know anymore."