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Such difficult dance moves are very easy to get injured.

This was the first time Qingqing met a student with such high talent. The little girl from the Qin family in Beijing was praised by everyone for her talent, but her talent was not even one-tenth of Su Ranran's. Naturally, she was very worried about Su Ranran's health.

Su Ranran moved her ankles and twisted her waist. "Teacher Qing, I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere. We can continue our study."

She estimated that she was able to perform this move not only because of her good dancing talent, but also because her elementary fighting skills had strengthened her body, so she could do it so easily.

Teacher Qing smiled, with undisguised admiration on her face: "Okay, let's continue. Time is short and the task is heavy. I will do my best to arrange a dance for you that can win a place."

"Wait a minute, teacher, can I try this move too?"

Cang Mingjun stood up, looking eager to try.

Su Ranran can succeed in one try. After all, he has practiced dancing for such a long time, so it may not be impossible.

Teacher Qing glared at him and said, "You are such a good kid! Go and try it quickly. We still need to learn other moves."

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Cang Mingjun replied with a smile, and then imitated Su Ranran's previous movements, kneeling on the ground, throwing his hands back, and exerting force on his thighs and knees...

"thump!"

His knees were only 10 centimeters off the ground before he quickly hit the ground and fell to the ground.

Su Ranran, Qingqing:!!!

Both of them were startled and rushed over to help him, "Cang Mingjun, how are you?"

"Ah...hiss, my foot seems to be twisted, it hurts!"

Cang Mingjun was helped up by the two of them. His handsome face was wrinkled into a bun, and a closer look revealed beads of sweat on his forehead.

It looked like he was seriously injured.

Su Ranran took out her cell phone and said, "I'll call the doctor, just bear with it for now."

Once Yingying had a high fever in the middle of the night. After tossing and turning all night, she hired a private doctor.

Although she has never used it since then, she has kept it anyway since it doesn't cost much.

Within 5 minutes after receiving Su Ranran's call, the private doctor who was worried about losing his job every day rushed over.

After quickly and professionally treating the ankle and knee, the doctor advised: "Sir, your injury is not serious, but you need to rest for at least half a month. I will come to apply medicine and massage you every day during this half month."

Cang Mingjun looked up at Su Ranran, his big round eyes blinking, "Can I stay at your house for the next half month?"

"...Okay, you can live on the second floor."

Yingying would probably be very happy if she knew that her idol lived in the same house and on the same floor as her.

"I'll ask the doctor to help you rest, and Teacher Qing and I will practice dancing together."

"No, I'll just watch you practice. Maybe I can give you some advice."

"Doctor, please help me to the chair next to you, thank you."

The doctor helped Cang Mingjun up and settled him on a chair. Then he paused and said hesitantly, "This is the first time I've seen... Miss care so much about a man."

Su Ranran's mouth twitched when she heard this. This doctor must have traveled through time from a domineering president novel. His assist was too stereotypical.

But obviously Cang Mingjun didn't think so. His pupils dilated slightly and he looked at Su Ranran with some surprise.

The moment our eyes met, my heart seemed to skip a beat.

He turned his head sharply and looked away.

Only his slightly red earlobes revealed his little thoughts.

Su Ranran: . . .

No, why are Cang Mingjun’s ears red?

"Su Ranran, let's continue now?"

Qingqing suddenly spoke, bursting the pink bubble that Cang Mingjun had unilaterally created.

"Good teacher."

Su Ranran and Teacher Qing started practicing again, with one teaching and the other learning, and they progressed rapidly.

Even those extremely difficult movements, Su Ranran could do them smoothly after trying two or three times, and the appreciation in Teacher Qing's eyes became more and more intense.

Cang Mingjun was sitting on a chair, his arms resting on his thighs, his hands on his chin, staring at Su Ranran, his eyes fixed.

How come Su Ranran is so amazing? She can do such difficult moves.

He tried it, and the result was that he had to rest for half a month.

It’s really great, she seems to be shining when she dances.

Time passed quickly, four hours passed in the blink of an eye, and the sky gradually darkened.

Qingqing was very satisfied. "Let's stop here for today. You have already mastered all the basic skills. We will officially start dancing tomorrow."

"I'm leaving now. When are you free tomorrow?"

Su Ranran mastered things that others need to practice for several years in just one afternoon, and she danced very well. Qingqing liked this talented student very much and her attitude towards him became enthusiastic.

"Wait a minute, teacher." Su Ranran took out her cell phone and asked, "Should I transfer the donation money directly to you?"

"Don't worry, don't worry. Let me ask the school what to do with the money."

Qingqing waved her hands repeatedly. She had only taught Su Ranran dance for one day, and she was too embarrassed to ask others to donate 1 million directly.

Let’s talk about the donation after I finish teaching Su Ranran.

Su Ranran nodded, "Teacher Qing, where do you live? Or you can stay in my villa. I have a lot of rooms here."

"I have a friend here. I'm staying at her house. Please contact me whenever you have time tomorrow. Send me a WeChat message."

"Okay, teacher. I'll ask the driver to take you there."

After Qingqing left, Cang Mingjun, who only had one good leg left, walked briskly and waved to Su Ranran.

"Su Ranran, I sprained my ankle because of you. Can you help me go to the room upstairs?"

"Hey, stop it, you didn't hurt your ankle because of me."

"You lack a clear understanding of yourself. You have to do difficult movements and hurt your ankle."

Su Ranran crossed her arms and showed no intention of lending a hand.

"Su Ranran, how can you be so heartless?" Cang Mingjun looked aggrieved. "I found the best classical dance teacher in the country for you, and you won't even help me upstairs?"

Su Ranran shook her phone and said, "I called someone to help you. They will be here soon."

"As for you helping me find a teacher... you asked me to be the heroine of your new song MV a few days ago, and I agreed. Is this okay?"

"Okay, that's great!" Cang Mingjun's smile returned to his face. He sat down obediently, waiting for someone to help him.

After a while, Gong Xingzhou, wearing a black shirt and black trousers, with a straight posture and handsome face, came to the dance studio.

When Cang Mingjun saw such a handsome guy, his eyes widened, he stood up instantly, and asked in surprise:

"Su Ranran, is this your boyfriend?"