I began to regret my decision just now. Who said that after doing a few moves and getting praised, I thought etiquette training was easy? Uncle Marx said it well, we should look at the essence through phenomena and improve our sensibility to rationality... Well, I admit that I only saw phenomena but not the essence, and only thought about problems with emotional thinking. As a result, I regret it now...

But there is no medicine for regret in the world. Looking at the smiling face of a menopausal woman, I knew that behind the human skin was a demonic face. I believe that as long as I dare to move around, the whip in her hand... no, the whip will definitely come...

Try to straighten your back and protect the cup on your head to maintain balance, and make sure that water is not spilled out, let alone the balance of the cup. I have watched countless etiquette ladies training methods on TV. I saw that they stood for a few hours after standing, staring at a glass of water on my head and serving people with a smile. I admired it from the bottom of my heart. Unexpectedly, a simple royal etiquette also requires this method...

I can't see what's on my head, I can only feel the stability of the things on it through my hair. The technical level required is really high. If Alicia and I were not considered a trainer, I would not be able to achieve the results of 30 minutes. However, I already felt soreness in my waist and back, and my legs seemed to be a little numb...

But how long is it to be the goal of an hour? I was so sad that I had to hold up a "charming" smile, and I felt like I was about to collapse...

Persist, persist... I have to persist, persevere and be liberated... I had the idea of ​​giving up very early, but when I saw the whip in the hands of the female officer in menopause... uh, it was the whip, when I saw Monina who was using a computer to process files, and Alicia's provocative look, I persevered in the strange contradictions between the three parties...

Time passes, and every step of the second hand in the clock on the wall brings me a unique pain. My waist seems to be rigid, and I don’t know if I can still move anytime later. Anyway, there are only ten minutes left now, and I suddenly remembered what a great man said: "Persistence is victory!"

Persist, persevere is victory... I shouted in my heart, my back was a lot more relaxed. At this time, I also realized that I was no longer confused about the water cup on my head, and I actually felt that I was familiar with it...

Did I say that I mastered this action? I was suddenly confused and didn't understand whether to be happy or sad. The reason for happiness was very simple, that was, I mastered this action; the reason for sadness was a bit strange. I would care so much about a ritual that I originally sneered at. Is this good or bad?

The second hand continued to walk. I don’t know how long it took. The female menopausal official who maintained the most standard standing posture took out her pocket watch and looked at it. She smiled and nodded, and said to us: “Two guests, you can take off the cup on your head.”

"Huh? What?" Perhaps I was tortured to the point of being unconscious, and I was just pulled out of my confusion by Come's voice, and asked Alicia, who was also confused.

"Miss Meng Yexi, Miss Alicia, you can take the water cup off your head." The female menopause official politely repeated the previous words, with a little admiration in her words: "Congratulations on your way to the water cup for an hour, and during this hour, the posture is correct and the page in the water cup is balanced, you are qualified..."

The knot... is it over? My mind suddenly stopped, and then an urge to make people cry happily spread to every corner of my body. I actually made it over! I didn't care about that anymore, and excitedly took the cup above my head and put it over to my mouth and took a sip...

Sweet and sweet, like the rain and dew, it makes people intoxicated... This feeling is so tempting...

Of course, I didn't forget my stiff waist. As soon as I put down the water cup, I stretched my waist immediately. The crackling feeling between my waist made me tremble all over. The sour and numb feeling was not so uncomfortable, but a feeling of revival.

Unexpectedly, because of a small achievement, these originally ordinary and bad things turned into enjoyment... However, this is indeed a good experience...

The original regret seemed to be no longer so persistent at this time...

...

After a short break, another round of training. According to menopause women, we must master the training of standing, sitting, salute, table etiquette and language within the 7 hours after we arrived at the palace. We can talk about the others later...

This was really a arduous process. During this period, my views on this etiquette training and Come changed repeatedly. A perverted training began, and I hated him repeatedly. I wanted to give up or put the menopause woman in a big way. But when the training was successful, I was happy, which was the feeling of treating ordinary and bad things as beautiful things...

Hardship and happiness coexist, and 7 hours passed quickly. Although I didn’t learn much, I knew that when I walked, I should raise my head and chest up, look ahead, and keep my feet moving within the prescribed range, and keep my head shaking as much as possible. At the same time, I also knew some polite words and expressions of noble women when they communicate face to face with others. Finally, I also studied the movements of picking up food, the frequency of chewing and the order of food selection during meals...

Although these things are of no use to those of us who go to the battlefield, I still feel satisfied. What is this contentment? Is it because I mastered the etiquette that can make people elegant and noble? Or did I complete an impossible challenge? Or was I encouraged and praised by Monina?

Anyway, I don't know my own vanity.

Under the gaze of the female menopause official, we held an assessment dinner in this royal private plane, and all of them met the standards of Alicia and I. In the end, Come did not give us any smiles, but just said to us with a stern face: "Congratulations on your passing. The plane will arrive at the palace in about 20 minutes. You can rest as you wish, but don't forget what I taught you."

"I understand, thank you Kemei..." I put on a social smile I had just learned and said softly to the male-pause female official, but what exactly should the signed name be called? It is called teacher? It is called female official? It is called adult? It is called lady?

Suddenly it became embarrassing...

"Just call me lady." Kemei didn't care about anything and quickly took the words behind me. After that, she walked over like a service room without looking back...

(There are two days left...there are two days left to officially start the holiday, and the class has been held for 9 consecutive days, so go crazy!!!)
Chapter completed!