Daisie would cite her line when she was eating and practice toward the mirror inside her room once she returned home.
Time passed rapidly, and it had already been over half a month.
Daisie was able to train her physique much better than before. Not only was her waistline more obvious and tight, but the muscles in her arms were much firmer.
At noon, she practiced her fighting skills with the combat instructor in the training room. After roughly two hours, Daisie collapsed on the sponge mat, her neck covered in sticky sweat.
Someone appeared from the door, and Daisie sat up. It was James.
James took off his sunglasses and said, “You’re so hardworking. I can’t believe that you’ve already started training, even if you don’t know if you’ll get the character or not.”
Daisie walked to the side and picked up a towel to wipe her sweat. “Well, it’s always nice to be well-prepared.”
“Let me remind you something. Many artists auditioned for this role, so you may not necessarily get it. Ev
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