mchenry-crisis.org Why is everyone doing extra practice in Chapter 91?
Why is everyone doing extra practice in Chapter 91?
Why is everyone doing extra practice in Chapter 91?
The atmosphere in the dormitory was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Wang Yue lay on the bed, tossing and turning like a pancake.
I only ate an apple for lunch, and my stomach was empty, but my mind was filled with the smell wafting from window number 07.
Frustrated, she clutched the blanket and swore fiercely:
Wang Yue! You must hold back! For the performance! For the lead role!
However, at 3:30 pm, during a free afternoon, the sunlight streamed in through the glass window, making it warm and cozy.
Wang Yue lay in bed scrolling through her phone. The campus forum was flooded with posts praising "Shengji Honey Osmanthus Cake" and live photos of people queuing up.
The cake is crystal clear and moist, adorned with plump golden osmanthus blossoms; you can almost smell its elegant and sweet fragrance even through the screen.
"Gurgle—" My stomach let out a disobedient growl.
The ultimate feeling of bliss from yesterday's osmanthus cake, melting in her mouth and filling her mouth with fragrance, washed over her rational defenses like a tidal wave.
Teacher Sun's reprimand was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper in the face of the memory of delicious food.
I want to eat it! I'm desperate to eat it! Just a small piece! What's the big deal about a small piece?
Practice for two extra hours after dinner! No! Three hours!
Once this idea takes root, it grows wildly like weeds.
Wang Yue sat up abruptly, her heart pounding. She slipped out of bed like a thief, rummaged through drawers and found a baseball cap pulled low, a black mask that covered most of her face, and then put on a large, dark-colored hoodie that concealed her curves.
I looked in the mirror and it looked great; even my own mother wouldn't recognize me.
She took a deep breath and, like a secret agent about to carry out an infiltration mission, tiptoed out of the dormitory.
I kept my head down the whole way, avoiding familiar classmates and the dance department's teaching building, and deliberately chose to take secluded paths.
The closer you get to the first canteen, the clearer the faint, alluring sweet fragrance of osmanthus becomes.
Her steps quickened involuntarily, her heart pounded like a drum, half from nervousness, half from an irrepressible desire, and half from a deep sense of shame about her lack of willpower.
She felt like a sinner who had betrayed her faith.
Finally, the familiar window number 07 appeared before me. It was afternoon tea time, and the queue wasn't long.
Wang Sheng was cutting a freshly baked honey osmanthus cake into small pieces. The cake, as clear as jade and radiating an alluring luster, was dotted with golden osmanthus blossoms that looked like scattered gold under the light.
The rich, honey-scented sweet fragrance of osmanthus wafted over, instantly dispelling Wang Yue's last shred of hesitation.
She walked quickly to the back of the line, trying to minimize her presence, pulling her hat brim even lower, her cheeks burning under her mask.
"One honey osmanthus cake, to go, please."
When it was her turn, Wang Yue deliberately lowered her voice and spoke indistinctly.
My palms were sweaty, and my fingers were trembling slightly as I handed over the money.
When the osmanthus cake, still warm from being wrapped in oil paper, fell into her palm, Wang Yue almost couldn't control her surging emotions.
She gripped the cashier's plate like it was a hot potato, or like it was a rare treasure. She hurriedly scanned the code to pay, turned around and left, almost fleeing the cafeteria area, afraid of being recognized by anyone she might know (especially the "spies" planted by Teacher Sun).
She jogged and hid in the quietest, cluttered corner behind the dormitory building.
Trembling, I tore open the oil paper.
Golden osmanthus blossoms, like scattered gold dust, adorned the smooth, jade-like cake. Its exquisite fragrance instantly enveloped her, dispelling the last vestiges of reason. She couldn't wait and took a large bite.
Soft and moist—the cake melts in your mouth and gently spreads across your tongue, carrying with it the sweet fragrance of osmanthus petals with the rich aftertaste of honey. The natural, multi-layered sweetness explodes in your mouth!
It was more fragrant, sweeter, and more intoxicating than she remembered from yesterday!
It was as if she had swallowed the most precious gift of autumn! An immense sense of happiness overwhelmed her like a wave, making her squint her eyes in comfort and let out a satisfied sigh.
However, once the last bit of cake disappeared into my mouth, and even the crumbs on my fingertips were licked clean, the immense satisfaction was quickly swallowed up by an even stronger sense of guilt and a powerful sense of crisis.
"It's all over—Wang Yue, you're finished!"
She angrily smacked her head, her voice trembling with tears, "I promised I wouldn't eat it! This mouth of yours! This cake—this cake is worth at least two hundred calories! We'll definitely see the difference on the scale tomorrow!"
Ms. Sun's stern gaze seemed to pierce through the wall and sink into her, sending chills down her spine.
No! I must burn away this sweet "sin" I've ingested with double the intensity!
She gritted her teeth and, instead of immediately returning to her dormitory, turned and ran towards the nearby playground.
Guilt and panic are the best catalysts.
There were quite a few people running on the playground in the evening.
Wang Yue opened the running app on her phone, put on her headphones, played some energetic dance music, and started running as fast as she could along the track.
She ran fast and hurriedly, as if to leave all her regret and heat behind. Sweat quickly soaked her temples and clung to the edge of her mask, making her feel suffocated, yet she dared not take it off, as if the mask was her last piece of clothing to cover her shame.
"One lap—two laps—three laps—" she gasped for breath, her legs feeling like lead, but the thought of that damned...
The potential "consequences" of the delicious honey osmanthus cake made her grit her teeth and quicken her pace.
"Run at least eight kilometers! You can't stop until you finish!"
She roared at herself in her heart.
Just as she was running her sixth lap, feeling a burning sensation in her lungs and her vision becoming somewhat blurred, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of a familiar figure in tight-fitting sportswear doing burpees on the artificial turf inside the track.
That figure—that movement—is a bit like Zhang Ya from their class?
That best friend/roommate who was singled out by Teacher Sun during the day for gaining 1.2 kilograms?!
Wang Yue's heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously slowed her pace and, using a nearby exercise machine as cover, held her breath and focused intently to look closely.
My God! It really is Zhang Ya!
Why is she doing extra practice too?
Before she could even process this shocking discovery, two more figures walked in from the entrance of the playground: Zhou Xiaowen and Li Sisi!
The girl who quietly explained during the day that she was "just hungry at night," and the sister who gained 1.5 kilograms!
Zhou Xiaowen was stretching her ligaments diligently, her thighs taut and straight; Li Sisi was doing squats on a fitness app on her phone, her cheeks flushed, her expression a mixture of pain and determination.
Wang Yue froze on the spot, standing at the edge of the track, staring dumbfounded at her three roommates, who were sweating profusely and burning calories on the playground in the evening, as if they were competing with someone.
They had clearly seen each other, their movements froze for a moment, and their faces flashed with embarrassment, shame, and a sense of utter absurdity—
Feeling the same pain?
Four girls stood on the empty playground, a dozen meters apart, staring at each other.
The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds, leaving only heavy breathing and the noise from the basketball court in the distance.
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