Isn't this the day Mengmeng has to attend her class every week night?
"Didn't go, too lazy to move," Zhao Mengmeng said languidly, chin in hand.
"That's odd, you weren't like this before. You'd go whether it rained or shined."
Song Weiyi had just made an offhand comment, but how could she know that at this moment, Zhao Mengmeng felt guilty upon hearing it.
After the semester started, she attended class once, and though she usually performed very well, that time she suddenly thought of something Pei Chenyang had said while she was dancing.
Making a fool of herself pole dancing?
Lost in thought, Zhao Mengmeng forgot she was still on the pole, her hand slipped and she fell off it.
Everyone in the dance studio was shocked and rushed over to check on Zhao Mengmeng's injuries.
Thankfully, Zhao Mengmeng didn't hit her head, just bruised her butt, and after that, she didn't want to go to class anymore.
It was unclear if it was because of the mental trauma or Pei Chenyang's words.
