After half a day of dance class, the eight of them walked out of the dance classroom towards the cafeteria. Not only were they drenched in sweat, but everyone except Daisy Zane was also walking with a limp.
The more they tried to walk normally, the more their legs refused to cooperate.
The eight of them instantly became a spectacular sight.
In order to avoid any unnecessary attention, Daisy Zane glanced at the other seven and then mercilessly left them behind.
"Brook God."
"Daisy."
"Daisy Zane."
Daisy Zane, deaf to their calls, made her way to the cafeteria.
Arriving at the cafeteria, she glanced at the spot where she had eaten breakfast and lunch. Sure enough, she saw Amelie Quentin waiting for her.
She walked over and gently tapped the table with her finger.
Amelie Quentin, who had her headphones on and was playing a game, glanced up when she noticed the movement on the table.
She froze for a moment when she saw Daisy Zane.
