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Li Tan didn't know how he became a member of the dance team.

She was picked out by Liang Zhuoling in full view, and then instinctively took two steps back, just about to refuse, she saw Cheng Huan standing in the corner.

She stood in the corner, her peach blossom eyes were calm and unwavering, looking at her without blinking.

Then Li Tangui said out of nowhere: "Then try it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it.

Dance?

She has been insulated from this thing since she was a child, okay?

Li Tan didn't have a good impression of dancing.

When she was in He County, she would occasionally see those girls of the same age mingling with the music in nightclubs.

But no matter how well she danced, it was nothing more than getting a few boos from the boys, "This girl is quite relaxed."

Then men and women mingled together in the music of the decadent, and fell into the quagmire of desire before they were adults.

They don't need to know what love is.

To some extent, the fit of flesh and body is faster than the fusion of emotions.

It is also more general.

Li Tan was also invited, because on such occasions, she just drank on the sidelines and never took the initiative to blend in. Every time she shook her head and refused.

"Then try it."

It didn't seem like something she'd say.

Liang Zhuoling asked: "Did you skip it before?"

Li Tan: "No."

The expected answer is that there are not many people in the team who really have a foundation in dancing. She is one, Cheng Huan counts as one, Yao Yiling has a little foundation, and the others all started with zero foundation.

Liang Zhuoling thinks that he has a lot of experience in adjusting and teaching newcomers.

She changed the song, which was relatively gentle, and cut the easiest section: "In short, let's look at your basic skills first. I will do it in front, and you will follow behind. Let me see how your foundation is."

Li Tan raised his eyebrows, glanced at Cheng Huan, and found that Cheng Huan was squatting on the ground, holding a mineral water bottle in one hand, and swiping his phone with the other, not looking at him at all.

Li Tan scratched the pulp of her index finger with her thumbnail, and the dull pain made her concentrate.

She nodded.

When the music started, she paid full attention to Liang Zhuoling's movements, but she didn't notice that Cheng Huan stopped swiping her phone.

She didn't need to raise her head, she could see Li Tan from the reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror just by raising her eyes.

Li Tan took off his coat, and he was wearing a regular summer school uniform underneath.

She is not a maverick like most students.

Wearing one's own clothes in the school uniform is unremarkable, even slovenly.

But Li Tan has an inexplicable aura about him.

Usually, it doesn't show mountains or dews, but as long as it moves, it can exude a withdrawn and perverse that doesn't belong here.

She is from that world.

But now she is dancing hip-hop with the student union here.

It's as offensive as Li Tan wearing an apron and filling his cooking skills.

But the fact is that it happened naturally.

Cheng Huan didn't know where the problem was.

After Liang Zhuoling finished the demonstration, he paused, rewound, and looked at Li Tan.

"it's OK?"

"it should be OK."

It doesn't look technically difficult.

But the moment the music sounded again, Li Tan regretted it.

She recalled Liang Zhuoling's movements and tried to do a few, but she was extremely embarrassed.

It's not that I can't do it, but it's really stupid to see myself in the mirror and transfer these actions from my mind to reality.

She was originally dragged onto a pirate ship, and now she just wants to end it hastily.

When the mind is not on the action, Li Tan's eyes begin to wander.

Then she caught a glimpse of Cheng Huan printed in the mirror.

She hugged her knees, occasionally checked her mobile phone, looked up from time to time, her peach eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Li Tan was shocked.

Cheng Huan was also looking at her.

Everything she dances will be imprinted in her eyes.

Subconsciously, Li Tan became serious.

Liang Zhuoling did not expect that Li Tan's basic skills were unexpectedly good.

It could even be called excellent.

At first, like most beginners, Li Tan couldn't let go, his limbs were a little stiff, but soon, after warming up, Li Tan's rhythm and strength were just right—especially the sense of force, which was not even inferior to hers.

"Did you learn to dance when you were a child?"

Liang Zhuoling was inconceivable, thinking that Li Tan had misunderstood the meaning before: "I mean, it's not street dance, folk dance, etc. Did you get the basics when you were young?"

Li Tan recalled his childhood when he was beaten and scolded by Guo Zhen, and he denied it even more blankly: "No."

"Tsk." Liang Zhuoling looked at her with a smile, then suddenly approached her, and took Li Tan's hand.

Li Tan shook off like an electric shock: "What are you doing?"

Liang Zhuoling looked at her in surprise: "Why are you reacting so much? Dancing also depends on physical fitness, I just want to see your foundation."

As she spoke, she insisted on taking Li Tan's hand, squeezed her forearm, and said in amazement, "No wonder, the muscles are so tight. Have you ever practiced Taekwondo? Or something else?"

Li Tan was not used to being touched like this by others.

She broke free from Liang Zhuoling's shackles, and gave a vague "um".

Li Tan's physical fitness is of course good. If he wants to avoid being beaten, he must learn to beat others.

Before the rehearsal started, Yao Yiling secretly took a selfie and sent it to Moments.

Liang Zhuoling saw that Li Tan was more and more pleasing to her eyes, and she raised her chin at Yin Shiruo provocatively: "How about it? You still don't believe me if you say it's your problem."

Yin Shiruo flicked her braids: "Don't talk too early, you have the ability to let her dance a section of the classics in advance."

Liang Zhuoling: "Just jump, I'm afraid you won't succeed."

She rewinds the song to the beginning, the beginning is no more than the climax, the rhythm is not too dense, just suitable for starting.

Li Tan only learned it after watching it twice.

In a way, there is not much difference between dancing and boxing.

Difficult to say, easy to say.

It is nothing more than rhythm, strength, retraction and release.

Master these three points, coupled with the proficiency in the movements, you can find the feeling even in the most difficult dance.

She has a strong sense of rhythm, a strong sense of strength, and she can retract and release freely.

Jumping down in one breath, Yin Shiruo was speechless.

She bowed down.

Yin Shiruo raised her hand: "All right, all right, I'm willing to admit defeat, and I'll change."

"Well... I always feel that there is still something missing." Liang Zhuoling was not very satisfied.

She circled around Li Tan, pondered for a long time, and suddenly asked Cheng Huan loudly: "Vice President! What do you think?"

Vice is always the nickname of the vice chairman of the student union.

As the only dancer in the audience, Cheng Huan was forced to open for business.

Li Tan broke into a thin layer of sweat, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead rolled into her eyes, the pungent feeling hit her instantly, she subconsciously squinted her eyes.

When Qingming was restored, Li Tan had already seen Cheng Huan approaching him.

She has a rich floral scent, rose scent.

Li Tan guessed that it was the smell of Cheng Huan's shower gel.

She had smelled it several times, but none of them were as strong as this one.

Maybe it's because I just finished dancing, but the fragrance is more exuded.

Cheng Huan squinted her slender peach blossom eyes, looked at her at the same level, and the screen of the mobile phone in his hanging hand was still on.

Li Tan caught a glimpse of Qu Yiming's head at a glance.

Cheng Huan laughed slowly.

Her smile was very lazy, like a Persian cat approaching.

Cheng Huan stretched out his index finger and middle finger, and gestured to open a smiling face from a distance, "The expression of shortcomings."

It seemed that the fingertips would fall on the cheeks in the next second.

But she didn't.

Liang Zhuoling suddenly realized: "Yes! Expression!"

Cheng Huan just raised his eyebrows, and said in a teasing tone, "Li Tan, dancing is not fighting. If you don't know, you might think you're going to punch someone."

Although the action was successfully performed, the overall momentum was very uncoordinated.

Tight, stiff, not supple enough.

Cheng Huan retracted his middle finger and pressed down his index finger, as if he was lowering his tone in the air, from the tip of Li Tan's nose to his lips, paused, and then pressed down to his jaw.

Maybe she didn't pause.

"Relax a little, be soft."

Cheng Huan slid down Li Tan's neck, suddenly raised her neckline, and hooked her provocatively.

The rose fragrance also sticks to the skin along the rebound.

Blooming crisply.

Cheng Huan tilted his head, "You are too nervous, is it because of me?"

The expression on Li Tan's face was not a lie.

She was a little surprised: "No."... Right?

It was, after all, her first dance.

Nervousness is also normal.

Cheng Huan gestured with his eyes and pointed to the mirror: "But you kept looking at me while dancing."

Li Tan's pupils shrank suddenly: "Really?"

Cheng Huan was not sure what Li Tan's feelings for her were.

Go further than acquaintances.

One step back from friends.

Guilt, but not enough to be the motivation for her actions.

From time to time, Cheng Huan could glimpse those secret desires welling up from deep inside Li Tan's eyes.

But it is different from Cheng Huan's previous boyfriends.

They were just lust for her.

But what Li Tan sees is greed.

Li Tan's breathing was a little disturbed: "I didn't pay attention."

Her reaction was very much like a wolfhound in the face of danger, her eyes were fixed, her voice was low, her breathing was short, and her whole body was stiff.

That greed seemed to regard her as a prey at any time and tear her into his stomach.

To be honest, Cheng Huan was a little scared.

Because it reminded her of those people in Dongmen Bridge, they saw her tearing like a beast, and her greed full of lust.

But Li Tan's greed was so pure that she looked directly into her dark eyes and could only see her own reflection.

see herself.

So Cheng Huan trembled and approached every time, trying to overcome the panic.

She was almost there.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Cheng Huan pressed on with every step, almost facing the tip of her nose.

Li Tan took a step back.

"Because I'm in the same class? Because I'm familiar with you? So you're afraid I'll laugh at you for not dancing well?"

Li Tan's back was stuck to the floor-standing mirror, and there was no way to retreat.

"Are you afraid of me? Or are you afraid of ridicule?"

Li Tan is not afraid of embarrassment.

But she felt ashamed for a long time.

Li Tan sideways dodged, "Maybe. I don't know."

Avoiding stares, Li greedy breathed a sigh of relief.

Even the limbs went limp.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Huan picked up Li Tan's arm at this moment.

Li Tan couldn't get up enough to dodge.

Cheng Huan flicked her wrist like a doll, and said with a smile, "Remember this feeling."

"That's the softness you need to maintain throughout."

Li Tan felt that his wrists were suspended in the air by the chains, soft and weak.

Unable to resist.

Unable to break free.

Cheng Huan shrugged, let go of Li Tan's wrist, turned around slowly, took out a wet tissue from his bag, and wiped his fingers slowly.

He even took out another one and wiped the tip of his nose.

After she finished, she noticed that everyone in the dance studio was looking at her.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Huan smiled unconsciously, full of charm.

"No." Liang Zhuoling touched his nose and said with a dry smile, "I just suddenly felt..."

Liang Zhuoling was polite: "Vice President, you teach really well!"

Yin Shiruo said without restraint: "Vice President, you are suddenly good!"

Yao Yiling covered her face in despair: "Sister Huan, I am really guilty."

Cheng Huan automatically ignored the first two, and turned to Yao Yiling: "What?"

Yao Yiling raised her phone and shrunk into a quail: "Brother Qu looked at Moments and knew that I was rehearsing with you, so let me take some photos of you. I did. Then Brother Qu got angry."

She shrank her neck and honestly handed over her phone.

I saw that in the dialog box of private chat with Qu Yiming, she slightly lifted Li Tan's neckline, her peach eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, ambiguous and charming.

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