Classes were finished for the day and An Xiaxia and Su Xiaomo went to the cheerleading training hand in hand.
The training had been changed to the gym.
The teacher taught them two eight-move sections and asked them to practice them.
An Xiaxia, who had poor coordination, was miserable once more. When everyone else was already doing a great job, she was still having a hard time figuring out which hand or foot to use first.
The girls began to point at her and laughter rang out here and there.
"She can pull all the strings she want, but that won't change how useless she is."
"Exactly. I wonder what got into Young Master Qi? Why would he help her?"
"How do you know he was trying to help? Maybe he sent her here so that we could have a good laugh about it."
