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After going back and forth twice, Miss Pender finally passed the test with Peter.Weng Kexin's warm-up has been completed, and now he is "driving cattle" with Peter.

Miss Pender wiped the sweat from her neck, and walked towards me, her eyes were smiling, and her smile was bright.

I said, "Why don't you come here?"

She shook her head lightly, and instead of sitting down, she just tucked her neck with a towel and said, "I'm sweating a lot."

"I don't mind."

She tilted her head, still smiling, maybe a little shy.The back of her T-shirt was indeed wet. While talking to me, Miss Pender looked in their direction from time to time.

"Are you Kexin's mentor?"

"It used to be." She nodded, "I have too little time, and she has improved too fast. I have only taught her for two years."

"It's hard to believe that you are so busy that you still have time to work part-time." I recalled my entire fitness waste journey, basically from the beginning of frequent business trips and meetings.In the beginning, I would pretend to go to the hotel gym after get off work, but because of the special nature of our work, we sometimes had to go to a third-party site to check the situation in the early hours of the morning. As time passed, the exercise was put on hold.

Miss Pan De didn't know what she was laughing at, her shoulders trembled slightly.After a while, she said: "In fact, the teacher is Peter, but I dance women's steps, and I have some experience to share with Kexin. At that time, we were like this year. She sent me her practice video, and I After watching it, record a video for her. Even instant communication is rare - she has a lot of cram school to go, and when I first entered this industry, I could hardly find a whole block of private time."

"She's very young, isn't she?"

"Yes. Kexin is studying Biology at National University and will only enter her third year next semester. She is one of Peter's first students."

Only junior.I looked over: both of them have a good sense of rhythm, their movements are almost the same, and their upper body stability is especially good.

"Is this also the basic dance step of some kind of cow-related dance?" I forced myself to say, "Chasing the cow dance?"

Miss Pan De caught off guard and coughed twice: "I'm sorry." Then she took another sip of water before asking, "What makes you think they're chasing cows?"

"The height of their hands?" I couldn't possibly tell Peter looked like he was driving a cow.

"It's a rhythmic exercise in samba."

"Oh." I was silent for a while.When it comes to samba, I think more of the Brazilian folk dance with feathers on its back.

Most of Miss Pender's attention was still on their side.She observed very carefully, and then took out her mobile phone to record a short video.The video was partially zoomed in by her and slowed down several times. I was a little curious, but in my opinion, the movements of Peter and Weng Kexin were extremely consistent, not to mention trying to pick out faults. , I can't see anything with my naked eyes.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked.

"How do you feel about the stability of their upper body?"

"It's excellent." I said, "The hands of the two people have been changing their movements, but the shoulders and necks seem to be carrying a cross, especially the head, which doesn't move - I wonder if this is difficult? It seems easy."

"This is the basic skill of Latin dance." Miss Pan De shook her head lightly, "Kexin is still a little rough..."

I followed her gaze.If anything is rough, it's probably her clothes—certainly not the movement itself, anyway.

She looked at it for a while, then looked over: "How was my dancing just now?"

"Your legs..." I didn't finish my sentence, I just looked at her.

Miss Pender endured a smile, with bad eyes: "I'm glad you like it."

"Did you practice the basic steps of some dance? Rumba?"

"It's just basic skills practice." Miss Pan De met my suspicious eyes and said with a smile, "well, more complicated basic skills. The bar is the same. I'm used to practicing against the wall, mainly to find a helper Point. Works well as a warm up and to find the crotch to work on... Oh, I shouldn't have gone into such details, you don't want to hear that."

"No." I retorted, "I'm willing to listen to whatever you say."

She just looked at me tenderly and didn't say anything.After a pause, Miss Pande said, "Then let me tell you a secret."

"Ok?"

"Don't tell anyone." She glanced quietly in Peter's direction, "I really didn't use my upper back the first two times. My body wasn't in shape at the time."

I took a breath: "But just now..."

"I lied to him." She secretly laughed, "I don't want him to scold me in front of you."

I met her eyes and laughed uncontrollably.Peter's level is higher than hers, but they are dance partners after all, so it's understandable that she cares a little bit.

Before I knew it, I had a question: How good is Peter?Based on me alone, I will definitely not be able to tell who is superior, so I decided to ask Weng Kexin carefully later.At least I have to find a proper way to appease Miss Pender.

"Then I'm almost there?" Miss Pender blinked, "You can't let the muscles cool down."

I nod.She didn't wear makeup today, and there was still a little sweat in her hair, but she looked better than usual with full makeup.

Miss Pan De called for a pause, communicated details with Weng Kexin, and showed her the video just recorded.Peter was resting on the side. He was sweating so much that his entire T-shirt was completely wet, but he was still full of energy. He took small sips of water and paid attention to the movements of the two of them.

The three of them felt a bit like a study group to me.But it's normal for the study group to learn for a day. Do they really want to dance like this all day?This one-hour basic exercise seems to be very intensive. I played badminton with Ms. Pan De before, knowing that her cardiopulmonary function is better than mine. Even so, the amount of exercise makes it difficult for me to imagine it.

This is far from the limit.

"Let's do a hundred swings first, practice in front of the mirror, until everyone thinks it's passed, and then play music and practice kicking, okay?" Peter clapped his hands, turned around and said to someone, "Keep in shape and pay attention to details. "

Weng Kexin nodded: "Come on."

At first they were a bit like skating in place.Of course, because of the existence of ice skates, the friction is greatly weakened, and I am not sure whether such a high-intensity scene can occur on ice: maybe speed skating?In short, this exercise is very monotonous, and I unconsciously started to process emails after watching it for a while.

The sound of the heels hitting the ground startled me.

Looking up, I saw the three of them kicking their legs repeatedly very quickly - it was not a tap dance, all three of them were wearing high heels, Peter's heel was thicker and shorter, and the two ladies' heels were no different from ordinary wine glass high heels - ——The whole leg went out like an arrow, and before it had time to react, there was only a stomping sound, and the other leg bounced out again, the rhythm was extremely fast, and there was no sign of stagnation or slowness.

Especially Weng Kexin.She was the only one wearing a skirt, maybe it was because of the clothes, her legs went out and retracted like springs, they were long and sharp, as if this kind of extremely intense exercise couldn't damage her muscle fibers at all.

I was dazzled.How did they stop?Do you tiptoe?What is happening before my eyes is completely beyond my daily experience. It is really hard for me to imagine that human beings can be so fast and powerful.The mouth was barely closed. This dance was so entertaining that my heart was shocked.

The last time I faced a dance that hit my heart was in Munich. The ghost group dance in the sixth scene of the revised version of "The Dancer" was completely broken. Half of my attention was taken away by the powerful group dance under the tutu skirt, and half It was the anger that was assigned to me.

Now my eyes are also legs, but it has nothing to do with ballet.

So fast, faster than the limit.

After a few minutes, the music stopped, and Miss Pande seemed to be relieved of her depression, and smiled at everyone: Weng Kexin who had a cold face from the KGB, who was still doing spring leg exercises, and of course me.

I thought I'd be able to have a few words with her, but to my surprise, they didn't rest at all.This song has a much faster tempo than the previous one, and I knew it was Little Richard's "Tutti Frutti" from the first note.

Can someone dance to this song?

Have.

Now it's more like they're performing a full dance.I have nothing to say, just a new appreciation for Miss Pender's core and leg strength - plus the passion that fills the room.

The joy of dancers seems to be contagious.

After starting jive practice, the number of people in the classroom gradually increased. I wonder if they were attracted by the music.Most of the students studying here are children, and the youngest ones may only be twelve or thirteen years old; there are also adults, very few, and they are not as good as children in terms of level.

They don't join in the center of the classroom, they just observe from the side, and some follow in the corner to do exercises.It was because of the comparison that I realized how powerful the three people were. Strength and beauty, rhythm and passion are reflected to the extreme in fully mature dancers——

As for Miss Pender, she is simply a luminous body.

The two high school students also came over, surrounded by a few people of similar age, muttering and discussing something.I asked the little student who just gave me popular science dance genres and basic knowledge: "What are they talking about? Is that a song?"

"Yes, "HitTheRoadJack". As long as you participate in the competition, you will definitely hear the aftereffects of this song. Two weeks of 'earworms' will start." The young student crossed his arms coolly. Dance clothes, quick-drying fabrics, are so handsome, "Whose parent are you?"

Handsome ass.Ugly.

I smiled and asked, "Do I look like that?"

"Not like." He raised his eyebrows at me, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

I took a breath. "I'm too old for you, kid. Why do they want to play songs that turn their stomachs?"

"You must be here for the first time." He shook his head pretentiously. "No one can forget the dance of those two people. You'll know it once you've seen it."