She Is Like a Rose Among Thorns, Reborn From the Ashes!

As she spoke, she leaned on my dad's shoulder and sobbed softly.

I coaxed my mother, "I'm sorry, mom. Don't worry, I will make them pay the price."

My mother told me to be careful. Kelley tried to break my leg on purpose, and it would happen again.

My father wanted me to change teachers, but I refused because I wanted to prevent Kelley from working in the education industry for the rest of her life.

I assured my mother that I had a plan in mind.

The next day, I went to the institution as usual. When I arrived at the dance studio, I saw Kelley and apologized to her. "Ms. Drucker, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have contradicted you yesterday. My parents have lectured me."

Kelley smiled in surprise, "It's good that you know you're wrong. I won't harm you."

I nodded repeatedly. "Ms. Drucker, to make amends, I will partner with Gaye today. After all, I dance well."

Kelley was so happy to see that I realized my mistake. She called Gaye over without even thinking about it and arranged for us to be partners.

Seeing Kelley's smug smile, I gave a sneer. I was not that kind.

I taught Gaye the basic skills diligently and responsibly. Kelley came over to have a check and then happily went to rest.

As Kelley was engrossed in looking at her phone, I took the opportunity to find fault with Gaye. I brainwashed her by telling her that although her legs were long, they were a little bent. It was obvious that she had not stretched them enough.

I made Gaye doubt herself, so she wanted to ask Kelley for help, but I stopped her.

I said, "Believe me. You are a good dancer, but you are weak in basic skills. Your legs are not straight, so you look ungraceful."

After my persuasion, Gaye agreed to stretch her legs.

I asked a few classmates to hold her down and press her legs like what Kelley did to my legs before.

Gaye hissed, and I told her that learning dance should not be afraid of pain.

I looked behind, only to see that Kelley was focused on her phone and not paying any attention to us, so I pressed harder.

Gaye couldn't help but scream out, which attracted Kelley's attention.

"What are you doing?" Kelley asked.

I turned around and said to her, "Ms. Drucker, I'm helping Gaye stretch her legs."

Kelley walked closer and saw the position where I pressed, realizing something was wrong. She was aware that I might be taking revenge on her.

She pushed me away, leaving me to fall to the ground. Kelley checked Gaye's leg and started scolding me after making sure there was no problem.

"Are you sick? You said it was wrong to press here. Why do you stretch her legs like this?" Kelley questioned.

On the ground, I was about to cry. I said, "Ms. Drucker, didn't you stretch my legs like this yesterday? You were so sure that I was wrong, so I used your method to stretch her legs."

Kelley got stuck.

Suddenly, the sound of a gift reward from a mobile phone came into the quiet dance studio.

I quickly stood up and picked up the phone, which had a live streaming on, on the lounge chair. Then I apologized. "Sorry, babies. There is an accident here, and I may not be able to teach you."

After saying that, I immediately ended the live broadcast. When Kelley rushed over, my phone had turned off.

In my previous life, she used the pressure of public opinion to force us into a desperate situation, so I would make her pay for what she had done.

They didn't know that the reason why the accident caused such a stir in my previous life was because I was a well-known blogger who recorded dance.

How should they respond when the blame was directed at them?

"Were you broadcasting live just now?" Kelley's voice sounded so ferocious.