Zhang Yu had no idea how long she'd been singing; all she knew was that her head was spinning and her vision was blurry.
The woman next to her was tapping her own leg with her head down, one hand constantly rubbing her stomach. Well, even without much sound coming out, singing was still a weight‑loss workout.
She picked up her canteen and took a tiny sip, then carefully screwed the lid back on. Had to save it.
Plenty of other people were also lifting their canteens to drink. It was the height of summer, after all—hot and thirsty didn't even begin to cover it.
The lead singer girl picked up her canteen again, ready to drink, and realized there was no water left. "Who's got water?"
Everyone with a canteen immediately lowered their heads and avoided looking at her. Zhang Yu also kept her eyes on the floor—anything but looking at that girl.
