Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Well, it's never been my dream to become a national champion and win a gold medal. Let's go to a muscular world! Hmm. Bend your hips, lift your body, lower it slightly, and wake up again. Gradually the instrument begins to emit a guillotine sound.

There's sweat on my back. There's moisture mixing in my jersey. The smell of sweat is slight. My nose is sore, an inch uncomfortable but a little more.

"Shall we take a break? Drink this brown liquid"

I stand with my feet off the support and receive the bottle. What is this?

"It's protein mixed with milk in cocoa. It mixes well when you shake it like this."

Is it bitter when they give it to you? Or so I grunt. Surprisingly delicious, I open my eyes and glance at the ceiling. The light of lighting falls and tries to burn my eyes.