I heard you were going to abuse me?Sorry I don't hurt [Quick Transmigration]

The class bell rang, and the teenagers in black exercise uniforms stood in a few rows, but there was only one vacancy and no one stood.

"Zhou Xuan, why didn't you come to class yesterday?" This temperamental middle-aged dance teacher named He Qinfen is also the dance teacher of the third male class of their classical dance department this semester. She is wearing a slim dance suit and blocked the door. Bai Zhi.

"Our academy represents the highest level of dance art in country Z. There are people practicing in the practice room at 5,6 and [-] o'clock in the morning. What about you? What did you do yesterday? Did you practice?"

"Boys don't have the responsibility of boys. Aren't you the lead dancer in this theater? If you can't do it, you can change. Everyone wants to stand in the most dazzling position, and there is no shortage of you in this place." Take the pointer, but their mouths are no worse than the teachers who teach the text.

The boys in the practice room poked their heads and peeped at Zhou Xuan, who was always loved by the teacher, being sprayed with blood. One by one, the two practiced more seriously.

Silence, time passed by every minute and every second, He Qinfen finally waited until Bai Zhi confessed his mistake with a buzzing sound like a mosquito.

"I've always thought that you came to our academy not just for fun, but because you really love dancing, so don't let me down." He Qinfen clapped her hands three times, "Is the event ready, boys, let's review yesterday's movements. Zhou Xuan , You go over there for activities, while watching us memorize the movements."

"Yes." Bai Zhi clenched the hands by his side, bowed abruptly, put on dancing shoes, trotted onto the horizontal bar, crossed his legs and began to stretch.

The surrounding mirrors are bright and shining. During strenuous exercise, the heat emitted from the body almost makes the pores seem to be clogged. If it is not sticky, it is sweating profusely. The air conditioner is useless, but despite this, everyone wears The spirit that fits the connotation of dance, practice over and over again, a hundred times a hundred times.

Finally, it was the last break before the end of get out of class, and everyone was dying, waiting for the bell to ring for the end of get out of class, and hurried to eat.

At this time, the teacher's cry was almost like a devil urging his life. "Zhou Xuan, come over and demonstrate."

Bai Zhi, who was named, was looked at by everyone with sympathy. After all, whoever wants to dance hard when his stomach is so empty, even if he has the ability, he may not be ashamed.

"Yes, teacher." Bai Zhi nodded, the mole at the corner of his eye was stained with sweat, it was indescribably charming.He wiped it lightly with his fingertips.

Suddenly, someone sighed with emotion. "Do you think Zhou Xuan's demeanor today is more flattering than yesterday?"

"It seems a little bit."

As Bai Zhi stood in the center of the dance room, other chatterers also turned their attention to Bai Zhi.Listening to the smooth and soothing but sad music, ready to see Bai Zhi's performance.

As for Bai Zhi, under the gaze of so many pairs of eyes, not only was he not nervous, but he sank his mind to think about his emotions, what should be the interpretation of this song "Menghui" by him.

After inhaling and exhaling, the breath in his body became quiet, Bai Zhi lowered his head lightly, and as the music faded out, he raised his arms slightly, and his body fell away like a pulled out arm.Rigid yet soft, the delicate movements of the hands allow the strength to be precisely controlled at the fingertips.That's why it's obviously the same movement, but someone can do it better,

The young man looked far away, and as his brows were slightly furrowed, the cold and sad love became stronger.

The boys present were attracted by his aura and moved by his emotional expression. Teacher He also showed a gratified smile.

Sorrow is the introverted emotion that cannot be expressed in words. People who can express sadness to the fullest will never perform poorly in joy. Not every actor can dance, but every dancer is an actor. Let go, through eye contact, can tell you what he's thinking without words.

With the gradual progress of the drumbeat, Bai Zhi's dance moves also became more intense. He stretched his legs, turned over, hopped his legs and stepped forward, while spinning and jumping wide open and close, he kept trying to get out of the dream.

In the end, it came to an abrupt end amidst the fading music, and Bai Zhi continued cross-legged, and finally reached the end weakly. The hand that was stretched out at the beginning touched his chest lightly, feeling sad.

It vividly expresses the sadness after seeing a lover in a dream, and the bewilderment when waking up.

Some boys with lower tear points were moved to cry...

[System: The host is really powerful. =w=]

【Bai Zhi: Seeing those scumbags crying bitterly every day, it's not easy for me to play this role. 】It is said that true knowledge comes from practice, and art comes from life. :)

[System: Yes. ORZ]

Immediately afterwards, warm applause broke out.Teacher He also walked over clapping his hands lightly. "keep it up."

It is worthy of being the number one in the country last year, and it is really strong. Teacher He showed a gratified smile on his face.

At that time, I heard that No. 1 in the art test was going to come to the Dance Academy, and the people from the Drama Academy and Film Academy were going crazy.But now it seems that their dance academy is the place where this talent really should come.Just let them go crazy.

Teacher He fixed his eyes again, "Go and cut your bangs."

Teacher He asked Zhou Xuan to keep his original bangs, because she felt that Zhou Xuan was too good-looking, and everyone would be easily attracted by Zhou Xuan's face and ignore the dance, so she asked him to cut a bangs that can slightly cover the eyebrows and eyes .

"No one will ignore your dance now." Teacher He said with a smile.

One side of the practice room is a glass window. A middle-aged man wearing a hat has been looking at it for a long time. He grabbed a boy who was hurriedly running to the cafeteria and asked, "Who was that boy dancing just now?"

"Zhou Xuan, the man of the hour in our academy."

......

Bai Zhi, who left his mother, originally wanted to live in school, but now that school has started for a long time, the dormitory has been arranged, and the teachers are also very embarrassed to arrange it. Bai Zhi simply left the school. Or the prize money earned from the game, thousands of dollars, and lived in a small hotel that looked dilapidated but was clean.

When someone knocked on the door, Bai Zhi was still sleepy. After all, he had already practiced dancing all day today.

"Who is it?" Bai Zhi rubbed his eyes.

"..." The people outside did not answer, but Bai Zhi took a look through the cat's eyes.It is indeed a person who knows, a person who knows but is not familiar with.Maybe it was a feeling of awkwardness or shyness, Bai Zhi put his hand on the doorknob, and didn't make up his mind to open the door for a long time, but after all, he opened the door in order to find out how he got here.

It's Zhou Qibin.

Bai Zhi appeared to be calm on the surface, but actually he felt a little uncomfortable psychologically. After all, this person tolerated all his indulgence and rebellion just yesterday.

But Zhou Qibin looked at him, feeling even more uncomfortable.Because he already knew the boy's true identity.

He also had the same plan at the beginning, to directly deceive such a boy who doesn't know his identity, go to bed again, take a few photos, make up some kind of story with embellishments, and post it on the school forum to ensure that his reputation will not be too bad No matter how stinky it is, the future will be ruined.

But when he saw that the young man left everything related to his father and checked into such a dilapidated hotel with a suitcase alone, his heart softened immediately.

Although it's not as bad as a smile, at least it's not as vicious as the original thought.

Zhou Qibin simply felt that if he kept this person by his side, no matter what he did, he would not be able to do anything that would harm his own interests.

"How about staying at my house?" Zhou Qibin asked with a cold face.