woman wearing irish linen shirt

"Oh, Kexin! It's an honor to meet you." Before I had time to digest the huge amount of information in her words, "May I know which 'Ong' it is?"

"Well, 'Weng'." She swiped her hand twice in the air and switched to Mandarin, "It's not Wang, it's Weng. There is a 'gong' and a 'yu', the company's male, the feather's feather."

I recognized that I was from Singapore, so I smiled and nodded, still speaking English: "Now I know. Weng Kexin."

She shrugged.What a big smile, I thought, and she has a darker complexion, maybe she really likes surfing or something.

"You studied under Sonia? Is she very good?"

Weng Kexin held his chin, pondered for a few seconds, and then said: "She is very powerful."

"but?"

"But," she glanced toward the center of the room, "Sonia isn't the most powerful person in the room."

Hearing what she said, I couldn't help looking at Peter: Is he so good?

Of course, with my eyes, I can't tell whether a dancer is good or bad.I just think Peter is very imposing. They are still warming up at the moment, but his crotch exercises can also be done like the mechanical transmission of the engine of the locomotive, changing up and down, left and right very naturally, which makes people feel it should be , and I don't know how he did it.

The two high school students are still playing disco.Ms. Pender may be moving her legs or ankles or something, but I don't quite understand why she does this while standing on high heels, and it takes several minutes to do it. It's obviously not aesthetically pleasing, but I can see it Fascinated: In her eyes, there is nothing else.

"Is Sonia doing any targeting exercises?" I asked the person next to me. "I know her feet..."

"Yes." Weng Kexin took a light breath, "Because she always concentrates on practicing for a long time in a day, if she doesn't do enough activities beforehand, it is easy to induce inflammation in the injured area. You heard her say that she was injured thing?"

"She said she was on the way to perform?"

"That's right. I don't know whether it's the pre-match practice or the official performance," Weng Kexin wrinkled his nose, "I was quite young at that time—"

"Um, sorry?" I interrupted, "You're young too."

She didn't look like she was 20 at all.

"Okay." Weng Kexin spread his hands, obviously understanding what I mind, "Of course you are very young!"

"Thank you!" I never refuse others to praise me for being young.

"But you're not what I imagined you to be," she went on, "You know, when I hear them talk about you..."

I nodded calmly.

That's why Miss Pender said I don't need to introduce myself?I'm pretty famous in her circle of friends?

This serendipitous discovery surprised me... by surprise.

Of course, a serendipity wouldn't constitute a serendipity if it wasn't a serendipity - I don't know how to put it, I just thought Miss Pender wasn't one of those people who tended to talk prematurely to her friends about shaky romantic relationships people.

I didn't expect that she would make friends like Weng Kexin...such a friend.

"Because I was so curious, I begged Peter to tell me. Then—you won't believe—" She put her hands in front of her face, as if in surrender, "Peter described you as if you were a very thin , the girl with the eyes of a deer."

Very good, I thought he was watching a wolf, but he thought I was a deer.

Co-authors are not human.

"I wasn't that skinny then, was I?" I frowned. "Maybe I was a little skinny by Western standards, but I would have been exercising regularly then."

"Hmm..." Weng Kexin stood up, took off his coat, and slid his hands from the left shoulder to the right shoulder, "It may not necessarily be the Western standard."

Wow, her shoulder and neck lines, and her upper pectoral muscles are extremely separated. You can tell that she is a professional dancer at a glance.

I said slowly, "Now I see what you mean. Well, I'm just skinny."

"Don't say that." Weng Kexin smiled and shook his head, "He is a dance idiot, but what the world needs is diverse beauty."

The warm-up seemed to be over. Peter waved to his two students, walked over, and said, "Can you beat the beat for her? Then prepare for the warm-up, and I will finish it in half an hour."

"Okay." Weng Kexin put down his coat and said to me, "I'll come to you later, and we'll continue talking."

I waved to her.

Several people started practicing.The strange thing is that after the warm-up ended and the training officially started, they stopped playing the music instead. Peter whispered the command "one two" in his mouth, and led two high school students to twist their hips and put their hands on their chests, as if they were driving a cow. From time to time, I snap my fingers—beautiful is beautiful, but it is not the same as I imagined.

It seems that people still can't trust their own imagination too much.

There's something about Miss Pender that's... beyond imagination.

With her hands on the wall and her face facing the wall, she performed a solo dance.Because there is no music, I have no way of guessing the theme of this dance, maybe there is no theme at all, or maybe the theme is a solo dance against the wall.

Because she deviates from the audience, her posture loses the scrutiny from others. Her back and forth, her ups and downs, are defined and calibrated by herself.

It seemed only her legs were dancing.The high heels were no longer striking, they were still dazzling, but they were part of a larger whole, the point of a knife under Miss Pender's precise control.She dives, floats up, rides the waves, and occasionally expands her territory to the left and right like a spider, and occasionally drops water like a dragonfly.

But it's not just the legs.Both hands and the entire upper limbs were obviously restricted to the wall, but there was no doubt that something was dancing with her.Is it about the crotch?I can't see clearly.Sometimes I feel like the beat is running outside of my field of vision, but because her movements are on point, sometimes I feel like she's following the beat.

The baggy T-shirt was trying to hide it, and it dawned on me: it was her core.It is the core that controls the dance.

It's her who's fighting back to the beat.

I don't know how long I watched it.Miss Pender's legs were originally very beautiful, but this dance step simply showed off her beauty too much.I was engrossed in watching it, and kept returning to it. I had to maintain restraint and maintain dignity... Now that there are outsiders around, it is absolutely impossible for me to expose my wolfish ambitions.

It's just that a deep jealousy fills me: I'm jealous of that wall.

The beat stopped, and Miss Pande gave Weng Kexin a thankful smile, picked up the water on the ground and drank it in small sips.

Weng Kexin walked up to her: "The back of your instep—wow—that control—"

"It's not that good." Miss Pande shook her head, "I slept too little yesterday, and my physical condition hasn't returned yet."

"No!" Weng Kexin interrupted her firmly, "You have to face up to your strength, okay? Your control over the back of your feet is perfect!"

Peter didn't look back: "Practice again." After speaking, he snapped his fingers again, "One two..."

When Miss Pan De heard the sound, she immediately put down the water, walked to the wall, and looked back at Weng Kexin.

The beat was played again and again, and the whole process lasted about 15 minutes.

Peter: "One more time. Waist."

The teaching on his side has come to an end, and he said something to two students, and they went out again with their things, their movements were brisk, and it didn't feel like the end of get out of class was ushered in.Maybe go to another classroom or something?At this moment, there are only three or five of us left in the whole classroom.

I feel like I may not even count as "point five".As Miss Pan De said before, since they all entered the state, my sense of existence may not be as good as air.

Peter took over Weng Kexin's work in the middle, and now she has gone to the side to warm up.Her warm-up movements are very simple, neither disco dance nor slow dance. Like an actor.

Speaking of which, Miss Pan De was born in ballet, why are her warm-up steps so strange?

"Stop." Peter called out, "Where's your waist?"

Miss Pender crossed her hips: "Here."

Peter turned his back to me, but the expression could be imagined, because Miss Pender's complexion was not very good-looking.It was the first time I saw her put on a bad face, and now I just felt it was a novelty, and I didn't think about where her waist was missing.

In my opinion, her dance is very perfect. It needs aesthetic meaning and aesthetic meaning, and it needs a sense of power and sense of power.But I don't even count as "point five", I'm afraid I can only cheer her up mentally.

No one spoke again, and they stood there for about two or three seconds.Miss Pender grimaced, grabbed the hem of the dress and tied it above the waist.

"Give me a rhythm." Miss Pender returned to the wall.

This time I really saw her waist.

Miss Pan De's movements were much more deliberate and exaggerated than before, and her hips were extended a lot, so her waist showed a constant sense of stability during the changes.But this practice didn't last long, and she stopped after a while, her face still smelly: "Where is my waist?"

"I apologize." Peter was silent for a moment, "but why are you wearing such a big T-shirt?"

I couldn't help laughing.

The three of them looked at me together.

"Sorry." I turned my head away.

Miss Pender just rolled her eyes.I've never seen her do that.

"I have to change it anyway, I want to wear this before I start sweating profusely, I hate the heat." It was Miss Pender's voice, "Are you too tired to move?"

"A little bit. It makes it difficult for me to give you corrective advice..."

"I don't need that."

Peter was silent for a while, sounding confused: "Are you angry?"

Miss Pender said nothing.

I looked over quietly again, she was kicking the floor with her toes with her head down.

"why?"

"I'm not angry."

"I don't believe you."

"I'm not mad anyway." She glanced my way very quickly. "Do it again?"

Peter nodded. "Do it again. Focus on controlling your whole body."

I seem to have accidentally seen her 11 years ago.