Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

When Song Ziyu left, he didn't ask Aning to see him off and walked back to the capital alone because he didn't want her to see him in despair.

And the final goodbye was also across the screen.

After staring at the messages on his phone for a long time, Aning came to his senses and opened the shoe box on the table. A pair of champagne pink dancing shoes with straps came into view.

But at this moment, she felt as if a stone had suddenly been pressed down on her heart. She was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe, and her thoughts were in a mess.

He didn't even realize there was a knock on the door behind him.

Xie Xinghe pushed the door open and entered, and just as he was about to call out her name, he caught a glimpse of a pair of soft leather lace-up shoes in her hand.

He was thoughtful, with an unknown emotion flashing across his eyes. After staring at the girl's back for a long time, he quietly exited the room and closed the door gently.

Xie Xinghe slowly lowered his eyes and tightened his fingertips on the door handle. After standing in front of the door for about three minutes, he returned to his room.

Turning on the computer that had not been used for a long time, he used the browser to search for the official website of Jingshi No. 1 High School. He scrolled through the webpage with his mouse and finally found the school's forum in a corner.

There were all kinds of photos and videos uploaded on the forum, as well as electric arguments. Xie Xinghe skimmed through them until he reached the end and saw Aning's name.

Below is a video.

He carefully clicked on the video. The picture was gloomy at first, and then the sound of drums slowly sounded. A bright light shined alone in the center of the stage, and the girl's graceful figure appeared in it.

The slender white neck, slender and light waist, and the clean and beautiful dancing posture are full of tension, and the skirt of the clothes is fluttering, as if they will become immortals in the next second.

As the drum beat became louder, the girl began to spin on her tiptoes, her jewelry swayed, and her skirts blossomed.

The video was probably shot with a camera, so the picture quality was surprisingly clear, and even the expression on the girl's face was clearly captured.

Xie Xinghe downloaded the video without changing his expression. Suddenly he remembered what Song Ziyu said, "When she dances, she shines like a ray of light. She shouldn't be buried."

It shouldn't be buried... Xie Xinghe muttered these words silently, and paused with his hand holding the mouse, his slender eyelashes half-covering the shadows in his eyes.

Beijing dance…

a big…

All in Beijing.

Aning put aside his messy thoughts, put his dancing shoes into the cabinet under the table, sighed heavily, and continued writing the unfinished test paper.

Now her goal is the top university in the country, Beijing A University.

Likewise, it is also Xie Xinghe’s goal.

She thought, Dream and Xie Xinghe must have one.

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It's early autumn in the blink of an eye. Unlike the sweltering heat of summer, the weather is very cool now, and the college entrance examination is one step closer. At this time, in Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School, all the students are jogging on the playground to the music of running exercises.

Beautiful name: Keep fit

Because a classmate in Class 7, Grade 3, fainted in class a few days ago, which frightened the teacher at the time.

Later, the doctor diagnosed that the student fainted because of his low immunity and lack of exercise. To prevent this from happening, the school also added an additional running task to the early self-study classes in order to improve the physical fitness of the students.

The senior high school students who never participated in sports games in previous years will all participate starting from this year.

This is all thanks to the classmate who fainted, giving those who are busy studying every day a chance to breathe.

The sports meeting was scheduled after the mid-term, and on the day when the results came out, some people were happy and some were sad. It was already halfway through autumn.

Above the clear blue sky, there are layers of white clouds. The soft sunshine spread across the vast playground. The neatly arranged teams listened carefully to the words of the school leaders under the national flag. The breeze blew their hair on the temples.

Soon it will be the opening ceremony of the sports meeting. Each class will have to go through the formalities, and then the competitions of various sports will begin.

The camp of Class 2, Grade 3, is under a banyan tree, close to the entrance to the playground. The view here is excellent, and you can see every corner. Although the late autumn sun is not hot, you will inevitably sweat under the long-term exposure. , and the banyan tree just blocks the sun.

Looking at the energetic figure galloping on the runway, Aning took out his mobile phone and took a photo.

Most of the students in the class went to watch the competition. At the moment, Aning was the only one in the camp. She had just finished throwing the shot put and her hands were a little sore.

Originally she didn't plan to participate in the sports meeting, but the class teacher insisted on her participation, so she had to choose a sport that seemed to be the fastest to complete - shot put throwing, and she won a second prize by the way.

"Milk tea, I didn't know how sweet you wanted it, so I bought a cup."

While Aning was rubbing her hands, Xie Xinghe appeared next to her in a casual black sportswear, tall and tall, carrying three cups of milk tea that were incompatible with him.

His hair has grown a lot, and the brown eyes reflected by the black hair are shining like clear obsidian. There is an indescribable tenderness in his eyes, and even the handsome and cold facial features are a bit warmer. His lips The lower mole looks coquettish and unexplainably attractive on the fair skin.

"It's so quick. I want that three-point sweet one. Sit down quickly." Aning looked up at him, narrowed his eyes, and patted the empty end of the stool with his hand, gesturing for him to sit down.

After Xie Xinghe sat down, he brought the milk tea to her mouth. He naturally took her hand and gently massaged her soft palm with his fingertips.

"Would my hand feel better this way?"

There were some thin calluses on his hands, which were a little numb when he touched her knuckles, and then he slowly rubbed his wrist joints upwards.

His expression was serious and not ambiguous, with no other unknown emotions at all.

On the contrary, Aning was a little shy and timid. He lowered his head and took a sip of cold milk tea to calm his restless heart.

She muttered: "Better."

This scene happened to be seen by Maizi who was returning from the high jump. He raised his cell phone and secretly took a few photos and sent them to Aning with the following text:

You are really too bold. In broad daylight, you actually held up your little hands without any precautions. Be careful to be caught by Master Li!

Aning was holding one hand by him, and with the other hand, she clicked on WeChat and saw Maizi's message. After she clicked on the picture, she immediately took her hand back.

I blinked helplessly, the picture was too clear.

She thought she couldn't see clearly because of the table, but luckily Maizi saw it. If the head teacher saw it, she wouldn't be able to tell clearly.

Both of them have good looks. Because they are original cameras, the photos are particularly clear. The young man has cold eyebrows and clean facial lines. He lowers his eyes and his distinct eyelashes are clearly visible.

The girl has red lips and white teeth. She tilts her head to reveal her delicate profile. Her skin under the light blue denim top is getting fairer, and her eyes can't hide the hazy spring color.

"What's wrong?" The soft touch in his hand disappeared, and a trace of disappointment flashed in Xie Xinghe's eyes.

"It's okay, I was wondering when you would come on stage." Aning quickly turned off his phone and put the screen on the table, fearing that he would see the photo and look panicked.

"It should be in the afternoon." Xie Xinghe didn't know why, his eyes moved slightly, and he looked at her with a clear tone.

It was also at this time that he looked down at his phone, glanced at the text message from Maizi, clicked on the photo and long pressed to save it, all in one move.

He replied nonchalantly: Nice shot.