Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Continue Practicing After Crying
The practice room was dark, with curtains tightly drawn over the windows. Despite a heavy rain outside, the air inside the room was still a bit stagnant.
One could faintly see a figure sitting in a corner, huddled up against their knees.
Hannah approached, standing before them.
In the silent space, her soft sigh echoed, both distant and faint, "Why are you crying?"
She raised her hand.
The next moment, Sunny Lee felt a gentle warmth spread over her head.
The hand gave a comforting pat before quickly retreating.
She looked up to find herself under Hannah’s gaze, eyes black as polished jade, calmly watching her.
As if under some bizarre spell, Sunny suddenly stopped crying. However, her eyes were incredibly swollen, barely able to open, and her face was streaked with tear marks, presenting an utterly disheveled sight.
Noticing Hannah’s hands, smooth and lustrous like jade, a sudden feeling of inferiority welled up inside her. She declared in defiance, "I don’t need your help."
As soon as the words left her lips, she regretted them.
They had been training under Hannah’s instruction for some time. Despite her obvious impatience and occasional harsh words, she was incredibly patient.
Before Hannah, they had sought help from other trainees but were either outright rejected, or the others would leave after hardly any instruction.
It was a contest, after all. Prioritising oneself was perfectly acceptable, and they couldn’t expect to entrap others with morality.
Even so, Hannah had helped them.
She wanted to apologize, but Hannah had already turned and was walking towards the door.
Sunny bit her lip, swallowing the apology lodged in her throat.
The sense of powerlessness overwhelmed her even more.
Not long after, Hannah re-entered the room.
She had merely gone out to close the door and had also turned on the practice room lights on her return.
Sunny watched in confusion as Hannah approached, "What are you doing?"
Hannah reached out, pulling the figure on the floor to her feet, "If you’ve had your cry, then continue to practice."
"I..." Sunny resisted Hannah’s attempts to pull her up, tugging at the curtain with her free hand to hide herself, "I can’t do it."
Hannah nodded, "I know."
Sunny’s eyes widened, on the brink of tears again, "Then leave me alone."
Hannah didn’t let go, "It’s precisely because I know that you need to practice more. Otherwise, you’ll have even less confidence."
Sunny Lee burst into tears, "But we have to go on stage tomorrow, and I still haven’t mastered several moves."
The production team had only allotted three days of practice time. It was far from sufficient for her, and she didn’t understand why others seemed to manage perfectly fine.
She and Lucy Taylor were from the same company. She’d even been a trainee a year longer than Lucy. Yet, Lucy was far ahead of her.
"Hannah, do you think I’m hopeless?" Sunny croaked, "People say that genius is ninety-nine percent perspiration and one percent talent. But why can’t I keep up with others no matter how hard I work?"
She’d been trying her utmost, but the fact that she wasn’t catching up despite all her efforts was precisely what was making her feel agitated and fearful.
It was like the time when she was a student, studying until the late hours, finishing all of her assignments on time, only to find her examination grades lower than that of the class troublemakers.
It led her to question everything to the core, even leading to self-destruction and despair.
Hannah stayed silent for a while, looking at the tear-streaked face of Sunny in front of her, she frowned, "Who taught you such a thing?"
