She held Hannah up high, then wanted to throw her to the ground, "But, a lot of your movents are off, you know?"
Hannah didn’t intend to argue back.
This seed to fuel Reese Shaw’s enthusiasm, "The live performance for the the song reevaluation is the day after tomorrow. I hope you take it seriously. Practice a few more movents. The rest of you can leave."
Once again, Hannah was kept behind after class.
The trainees hesitated, looking at each other but not leaving, so Ms. Shaw hurriedly urged them on.
Everyone had no choice but to leave first. So people looked worriedly at Hannah as they left, clearly uneasy.
So hid at the door and peeked, but Ms. Shaw didn’t care.
Now, besides the staff, only Ms. Shaw and Hannah were left in the classroom.
Ms. Shaw sat in a chair, raised her leg, and lifted her chin slightly, appearing sowhat haughty, "That part in the middle, those two movents, do it again."
Hearing this, Hannah looked up at her, "Are you sure about this Ms. Shaw?"
Ms. Shaw’s face turned cold, "Do you not listen when your teacher speaks?"
Hannah gave a small smile, "Of course I listen."
The choreography for this the song was bigger and had more changes than the previous ones. Naturally, the most exhausting move was the one Ms. Shaw had singled out for Hannah to practice.
The middle of the the song was the most cheerful and exciting part, and naturally, the dance movents were also the most intense.
Turning around, Ms. Shaw started the music, "Begin."
The sequence of movents only took about half a minute.
Half a minute later, the sequence of movents was finished, but Hannah’s expression hadn’t changed.
Ms. Shaw spoke, "Again."
If she had the intention of making things difficult, she, of course, wouldn’t let Hannah off easily.
...
"Continue."
"Again."
"Continue."
...
They didn’t know how many tis the sequence of movents was repeated. Hannah’s forehead was covered in sweat, her hair stuck to her face, breathless, but still maintained a smile looking at Ms. Shaw.
Ms. Shaw was sowhat angry, but because there were caras here, she didn’t say anything.
She raised her hand, intending for Hannah to continue.
"Ms. Shaw, that should be enough."
Jackie Qualls had appeared in the doorway at so point, his face cold, looking at the two people in the classroom.
Ms. Shaw also jumped, quickly standing up, stamring an explanation, "I just wanted her to practice more to rember the movents."
Jackie looked over, coldly said, "So your idea of practice is to exhaust the trainees and harm their bodies?"
"I..." Ms. Shaw did not expect Jackie Qualls to protect Hannah like this. She was annoyed, but she did not dare to fight with Jackie.
She spoke, looking at Hannah, resentful, "Okay, we’ll stop here for today."
Ms. Shaw picked up her stuff, ready to leave imdiately, but was stopped by Hannah at the door.
She stopped in her tracks.
Hannah turned around, looked at Ms. Shaw smiling as always, yet with a certain oppressive feeling, "Ms. Shaw, your training has been truly beneficial to . I hope next ti—I have the opportunity to be alone with you again, I will definitely pay good attention to your teachings."
With sowhat ssy black hair, her white cheeks flushed red, but her eyes were still bright. Her crimson lips were enchanting, slightly panting, but without any sign of fatigue.
If not for the sweat-soaked hair, it’s hard for anyone to tell that she had just undergone intense dance training.
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