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The dance studio is in Building B of a shopping mall near the subway station, and the location is very good.Miss Pan De pressed the seventh floor, and I glanced at the sign hanging inside the elevator, and found that there was only one company on the seventh floor whose name was related to dancing, and it was called "P&S Latin Workshop"—although if I didn't bring For this preset, I might think that it is some kind of handmade leather goods experience store or something.

As soon as the elevator arrives, the first thing that catches the eye is the wide and simple front desk outside the glass door. There are metal fonts similar to gilt silver on the white wall:

"Peter and Sonya Latin Dance Workshop"

"Since 2013"

I tilted my head: "So you're this 'Sonia'? Are you the boss?"

"No, no, I only invested a small part." She waved her hand, "And we only moved here this year, and the rent here is very expensive."

My eyes drifted to one side: "Yes."

She stopped in her tracks: "What do you want to imply through that look?"

I smiled and shook my head: "Let's talk about it later. How can I introduce myself later, is it your friend?"

"Hmm..." She dragged her voice, pushed open the door, and then turned around and said, "To be honest, you don't necessarily need to introduce yourself."

I froze for a moment.Are her dance partners the kind of dance idiots who see nothing else when the music is played?

The reception staff at the front desk sat on the rotatable bar chair and turned around. It took a while to notice that someone had entered and greeted us kindly.Her eyes fell on me through Miss Pender, and the brilliance of gossip quickly burst into her eyes.

I have no reason to feel hairy. Apart from other things, the BCG gang is guaranteed to have basic professionalism. How come here, Ms. Pan De's eyes in picking employees are so, um, unique?

Maybe it was the one Peter picked?The name "Peter" crossed my mind, she should have mentioned it to me once before, was it her dance partner or something?

The ceiling here is very high, unlike ordinary office buildings. When people walk in, it seems that the world suddenly becomes wider.We arrived in front of a transparent classroom, and Miss Pande pointed to the end of the corridor: "The bathroom is over there. There is a door at the entrance that says 'Employees Only', and there is food and drinks in the refrigerator, except for the name of the person posted Yes, you can take them all. Any other questions?"

I couldn't react, but I still said, "No more. Are you going to change?"

"Yes." She took two steps and then fell back, "I might really forget that you are here, Yao, take care of yourself, okay?"

I nodded blankly.

So this is really a place where dance idiots gather?

In the glass classroom, a white male is instructing. He has two students with him, both very young, and they look like they may have just started high school.There are still very few white people in Singapore, and almost all of them come from English-speaking countries. I took a second look at him.

Is this the legendary Peter?

Dark hair, handsome face, thin build, more Slavic—oh. "Peter" is a Russian name?

Miss Pender will be back soon.Her hair was all tied up, and unlike what I had imagined, she was only wearing gym pants and a baggy T-shirt that was too long, not the kind of attire that people associate with Latin dancers.It's just that a pair of dark high-heeled shoes are particularly eye-catching, and the sound of stepping on the floor is reflected back and forth due to the high ceiling, like announcing the king's arrival.

I retract my foreword. T-shirts can also be very imposing.

She came over and looked at me, seeming a little shy.Miss Pande confirmed again that I had no doubts, and added: "If you feel bored, you can leave halfway, but make sure to come back before five o'clock in the afternoon, okay? We will have dinner together, just a few a friend and the two of us."

"it is good."

"Okay." She looked at me, took a deep breath slowly, knocked on the door, and pushed the door open.

Seeing someone coming in, Peter stopped teaching immediately and said something to the two students.This classroom is very large, at least one hundred square meters. He stood in the center, raised his chin as a greeting to Miss Pender, kept his eyes on me, and said a long series of chatter.

Being stared at like this, I came back to my senses.

Isn't this Miss Pender's "boyfriend"?

Miss Pender put the bag on the chair and chattered something, which I couldn't understand anyway.But they both repeat the same word, which sounds like "crybaby" in English.I was a little confused, but I reached out to not hit the smiley man, so I smiled at him.

He seemed to have seen something he shouldn't have seen, with a cold face, he looked away all of a sudden.

Miss Pan De stopped us from expressing malice to each other in time, and dragged Peter over like a primary school student: "Let me introduce. This is Li Yao."

"I know who she is." He held out his hand to me, very serious, as if handing over explosives, "Peter. Peter Ivanovsky. Nice to meet you."

"Both each other. I'm Li Yao, you can call me Yao." I shook his hand.Does he hate me so obviously?

"This is Peter, my dance partner and my best friend." Miss Pender stood aside with a little embarrassment, "Uh, he is Russian, and he doesn't usually like to smile. It's just a cultural difference...not For hating someone."

Don't Russians love to laugh?I glanced at Peter again.He looked at me, didn't dodge, just nodded indistinctly.

Wow, it smells like the KGB.

"But you just called me 'crying bag', right?" I pointed to myself.

The two were stunned at the same time.

Just as Peter was about to open his mouth, I felt that his "yes" was on the line and had to be said. At this moment, Miss Pender slapped him on the arm, and his whole body shivered reflexively.

The two high school students let out a chuckle, then covered their mouths and hid in the corner.

Peter said, "You heard it wrong. That's 'Chinese girl' in Russian."

"Shouldn't that be '"Khitan" what?" I tried my best to pronounce the two Chinese characters "Khitan" in what I thought was the Russian pronunciation.

"Okay." Peter said before Miss Pender had a chance to intervene, "That's the nickname we gave you a long time ago. I didn't know your name at the time. I'm sorry. I will call you 'Yao' from now on."

"Okay." At least his eyes were sincere when he apologized.I dragged my voice and turned to Miss Pender suddenly: "Sonia?"

The person whose name was called laughed very naturally, showing eight teeth, very businesslike and hypocritical.Miss Pender smiled and said, "How about we talk about that another day? Don't you want to see me dance?"

I moved my eyebrows, looked at her, and didn't speak.

Peter suddenly smiled.He has a very oriental smile, even a little shy, which is completely different from the impression he just established.He cleared his throat and said, "You are very nice. You are welcome to play here, Yao, and the food is in the staff lounge."

"Oh." I didn't expect him to show his kindness suddenly, so I nodded and said, "Thank you."

I sat down by the chair where Miss Pender kept her things.Peter greeted the trainees, and then turned around in front of the mirror with Miss Pender.At this time, the sound was turned on, and the prelude was very familiar. After a few seconds, I realized that I raised my head suddenly: Isn't this "Stairway To Heaven"?The song of Lao Bai's favorite airship band.

Latin can still dance this?

The four dancers just swayed from side to side to the slightly sad prelude.Clearly she didn't do anything, but Miss Pan's expression was completely different from before.There is indescribable focus in her eyes, staring at herself in the mirror, and occasionally pressing her shoulders with her hands, as if she is correcting her body balance.

Peter is in the same state as her, except that his movements are bigger, and occasionally he can see the rhythm of his waist from left to right.His two students are basically dancing disco—I really can’t think of another way to describe it, the whole scene is so weird, this song is very slow, it’s hard to imagine that anyone can dance to this rhythm in a sober state.

Someone entered the classroom.I turned around and saw that it was the front desk.When she saw me looking over, she smiled naturally, as if we had known each other for a long time.But basically only foreigners can smile like that, that very cheerful smile that smells of waves and sunshine - I'm pretty sure I haven't seen her before.

The front desk handed me a bottle of mineral water and sat down next to me.At this point, I realized that she might not be a receptionist, and I just heard her say: "Here is Sonia's playlist. Her warm-up track is always fixed, and it only changes about once a year. Interesting? I Almost every week."

"Well, I've never been exposed to dancing. But the tunes are really special. Led Zeppelin's songs are not fast-paced. I never thought that anyone could dance with their songs." I followed her topic and turned my head slightly. "Does the warm-up song have choreography?"

"Oh, no, it's just literally warming up the body." She waved her hand, "You can move however you want, the main reason is to promote the production of enough synovial fluid to prevent injury - synovial fluid is the lubricating fluid in the joints , They usually live in the synovial tissue—do you eat pig’s trotters? It is also included in the white things near the pig’s trotter joints, and the synovial tissue is a kind of connective tissue.”

I was completely stunned, and laughed dumbly: "You are so funny!"

"Thank you!" She laughed again, "Oh, it's time to change the tune. Guess what's next? Hint, it's Queen's, um...should it be among the top ten of Sonia's 'Personal Golden Songs'?"

How do you guess?I don't know what kind of songs Miss Pan De usually listens to. At this moment, I'm still surprised at her old-fashioned pop music aesthetic - old school - I hesitated for a long time, but I saw that Miss Pan De is no longer limited to the simple one just now. Instead of swaying, he tiptoes up: kind of like a goth fan trying to keep his cool while listening to a band play his favorite song at LiveHouse.

I looked at her high heels.

It's so powerful, I must have fallen.

Miss Pan De just moved with the music naturally, and she seemed to be enjoying herself, which was slightly different from the self-calibrating concentration just now.I just feel that she is gradually moving away from me, but closer to the music, as if through the medium that is constantly being lost in transmission, she can easily cross time and space and dance with the rhythm.

""The Show Must Go On". It's a bit unexpected." I said unconsciously, "I thought she didn't listen to such commercial songs."

"Friendly reminder," she looked very mysterious, "don't say it in front of her."

I laughed and held out my hand: "Thank you. I'm Yao—"

"I know. Li Yao. I've heard your name for a long time, and I'm glad to finally meet you." She held my hand, "I'm Kexin, Weng Kexin. Sonia is my mentor .”