Rolling in the arms of the paranoid boss

"That's right, but people can never be resurrected after death." The tomb guard sighed: "Look at the big area outside, which one can come back? But they all have their own places to go, how long can you worry about it?" ?”

Murong Yuan didn't speak any more, pursing his thin lips, he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, Meng Qingning came back, and she held a bag in her hand and handed it to the tomb guard.

"Thank you for treating us to instant noodles today."

When the tomb guard saw something, he didn't dare to pick it up. He shied away and said, "It's just a few boxes of instant noodles. They're very cheap. Don't give me anything."

"You take it, it's not a question of cheap and expensive."

In the end, he could only take things over.

"Then let's go."

"Alright, be careful on the road."

When Murong Yuan came, he drove over by himself. Seeing that he was driving, Dai Ning turned to Meng Qingning, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

"Go ahead and find more opportunities to get along."

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

Dai Ning quickly went to find Murong Yuan, while Meng Qingning got into the car by himself.

Originally, we planned to eat together at night, although there were twists and turns in the middle, but in the end we still ate together, even though it was instant noodles.

However, Meng Qingning's stomach is full now, and he feels that he doesn't need to eat after returning home.

The car separated at the intersection, and Dai Ning called Meng Qingning.

"Murong Yuan sent me home, you should go back too, he asked you to come to class early tomorrow."

"Oh, I see."

"And...thank you today."

Meng Qingning smiled, said you're welcome, and hung up the phone.

next day
After everyone finished the class as usual, Meng Qingning got into the car and followed Murong Yuan's dance studio.

His dance studio was built on the top floor of his home.

Once inside, Murong Yuan was very quiet, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, he said, "She has stayed in this dance studio before."

Hearing this, Meng Qingning paused, and soon understood who Murong Yuan was talking about.

"She is still very young and has a bright future, but she just disappeared because of those hateful rumors..."

"It's not that easy to be my Murong Yuan's student, maybe you will suffer this kind of attack in the future."

Murong Yuan turned around and met her eyes.

"So if you want to give up now, I won't really force you to win that championship."

"Why did you give up?" Meng Qingning raised her eyebrows, "I suddenly felt that it would be fun to win a championship."

"Play?"

"Yeah, let's play with it."

At first Murong Yuan thought she was talking about playing, but suddenly realized that she was using this relaxed way to relieve his current heavy emotions.

He gradually smiled.

"Since you think it's fun, why don't you show me a champion?"

"Let me declare first, I think it's fun and I want to get it, but I may not be able to get it, and you may be disappointed later."

"It's okay, just try your best, but the teacher still wants to see you go all out."

"Oh, I see."

Regarding Murong Yuan's student who jumped to his death from a building, Meng Qingning didn't mention much, and didn't even want to talk about it. After all, it was his scar. Although she was very curious, she understood the whole story. Don't ask for details.

Murong Yuan's house is remote, in the suburbs, the dance room is even quieter, basically there is no one else here except the three of them.

It's completely different from when he was in the big class, Meng Qing can concentrate more here.

Even if she only practiced for an hour a day, it felt like getting twice the result with half the effort, not to mention that she still practiced for a few hours a day.

But as far as Murong Yuan's private teaching is concerned, it can be said that he is watching her all the time.

So if Meng Qingning made a wrong move, Murong Yuan would point it out on the spot and correct her.

If Meng Qingning made some movements much wrong, Murong Yuan would ask her to practice this movement repeatedly.

And the frightening thing is that Murong Yuan would call her to stretch her legs every day before she went to class.

No matter what, anyway, when you come up, you need to press your legs first, and then you can stop after a certain period of time, regardless of whether you can bear it or not.

Seriously speaking, Murong Yuan is indeed a very strict teacher and very qualified.

It was just that Meng Qingning still had time to call Wei Jue at the beginning, but after a few days, she was exhausted like a dead dog, and every night when she got home, she wanted to collapse on the bed, not wanting to do anything anymore.

Wei Jue called her two or three times, and Meng Qingning was exhausted.

What Wei Jue said, she was able to raise her spirits to respond to a few words at first, but after a long time, she couldn't raise her spirits, and she didn't have much energy in her whole body.

"so tired?"

Meng Qingning lay on the sofa, and only replied in a deep voice: "Well, I'm so tired..."

"If you really can't bear it, you can rest for two days." Wei Jue suggested to her.

Meng Qingning didn't answer.

In fact, Wei Jue already knew about Meng Qingning's extra class two days ago, and also knew that she wanted to win the world championship, although she just thought it was fun, so she wanted to fight for it.

But some things are fine when you don't do them.

Once you start doing it, you can't help but want to do better.

Just like her, she is so tired but still hasn't given up, which shows that she really wants that champion.

"If you really don't want to give up, then eat more and rest more."

"En." Hearing this, Meng Qingning replied feebly.

Seeing her like this, Wei Jue couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

"So tired and reluctant to give up, what should I do?"

Meng Qingning snorted softly, and then whispered: "I miss you, when will you come over next time?"

Listening to Master Fang, Wei Jue glanced at the work at hand, and said softly, "Soon."

Probably because he was afraid that she would not believe it, Wei Jue said something again.

"Soon, wait for me."

At this time, the chef had already finished the dinner and brought it out.

"Miss, it's time to eat."

"Oh, put it there first, I'll get up and eat later."

Although she is very hungry now, she is more tired. Meng Qingning feels that she does not want to get up to eat. Wei Jue heard her weak look, and said: "Get up and eat. If you don't eat, you will lose your energy, not to mention the time is too short now." It's getting late, eat earlier and digest earlier, so you can rest earlier."

Meng Qingning originally wanted to rest for a while, but Wei Jue said so, so he had no choice but to get up from the sofa.

"Are you up yet?" Wei Jue urged her again as if he was afraid that she wouldn't get up.

Hearing this, Meng Qingning snorted coldly; "I got up, but you keep urging me, so I just want to lie down for a while longer?"

This sentence earned Wei Jue a low smile.

"Of course not. The later it is delayed, your stomach has not digested the food you ate, and you are about to fall asleep. How can this work?"

"It's just your big reason."

"Well, didn't you already know that?"

"Only now!"

"Alright, then get used to it from now on. I will take care of everything about your health."