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Some of the students took the lead to ask about the repertoire.Peter was surprisingly easy-going, seeing that Miss Pender agreed, he immediately changed the playlist.The two stood in a corner each, and everyone stood against the wall, and there were very few seats, which made me feel embarrassed.

Weng Kexin came over and sat down with me, drank some water, and patted his calf: "Look carefully, one less time."

They drink water in small sips, which is consistent with the habits of professional bodybuilders. I don't know if there is any particularity.

"Why?" I was taken aback, "Is Peter going somewhere else?"

Weng Kexin shook his head: "A dancer's life is limited."

Everyone quiet down.

The prelude was still blank, and Miss Pan De suddenly rushed to the center of the classroom, and when she moved, the light also moved.This is clearly not a stage, the lights are scattered all over the ceiling, but there is no doubt that there are dark audiences all around, her figure is the figure of the dancer, she stepped on the rhythm, talking about the music - at this moment there is finally a tune.

I see clearly: it was not the light that was in place before, but the shadow of the light, her partner.

The two do not need to communicate in advance at all.

This song originally had an easily recognizable rhythm, but the dance was unconventional, changing everything invisibly, and it seemed to be taken for granted.Quick, each movement changes extremely fast, the enthusiasm explodes in an instant, and becomes a spark. The dense and swift dance steps are piled up and accumulated from the front and back attacks and defenses, and then they immediately achieve gorgeous beauty.

I was short of breath, fast, too fast, I couldn't capture the beauty of movement, the force stretched and expanded every moment, and then suddenly contracted.In front of my eyes is a magnificent view, but I am also greedy for eternity.

She makes me strange, makes me intoxicated, and makes me follow.

The true meaning of dancing is already blurred, what bursts out in the air is only like Miss Pan De's spirit, Miss Pan De's bone.

She is not alone.

Peter captures her every whim, responds to her last whim.The space is so wide, yet this inch still seems to restrict them, and now all they can see is their territory.It seems that the aura of words has condensed in the air, and the confrontation and fighting are only at the peak of the beat.

They separated.

From the beginning of the dance, Peter's KGB-like face had disappeared altogether, replaced by a forced grin of some kind of muscle.Their dance was too eye-catching. Although I noticed the huge difference for the first time, I didn't find it funny.The expression of the dancer unconsciously echoes and changes with the dance, and Peter's smile has entered his eyes.The two danced solo in the arena, and he rushed towards us, which shocked my heart at a certain moment.

Latin dance is the interaction of emotions, what is said is true.

The master of the word came round to us.This does not seem to be a routine arrangement, and the dancers who watched carefully were a little surprised.She didn't stay long, just approached me very quickly, then left immediately, returning to the center that belonged to her.

But I couldn't breathe at all.

I don't want my soul to suffer one after another. Someone came to frighten me before, and someone came to ingest it later...

Although that originally belonged to her.

Solo dancing and reunion, the sound of the wind is what arms folded and twisted in the air.The confrontation also temporarily stopped, and light and shadow merged into the prototype of the lamp.In the dry and dead wasteland, what is burning is the lamp at night, and the man and the horse are sleeping next to each other.The cattle in the distance also fell into a deep sleep, and the silence spread, only the frayed noose hung on the traveler's waist.

I woke up like a dream, and applauded vigorously with the audience.

They danced again to the rumba.The choreography is much more infatuated and lingering. The beauty just now is enough to stay in my mind for a lifetime. At this moment, I have nothing else to think about, but I am jealous.

Peter and Miss Pender really fit together perfectly. I also believe that they are a pair of soul mates.Thinking of this, I don't want to read it, it's not that I'm stingy, it's———

I am stingy.

But the dance itself is indeed beautiful.I followed them uncontrollably with my eyes. This is the charm of Latin dance.Appreciation of some classical dances requires background knowledge, and the beauty is sometimes reflected in technical details. If you want to indulge in it, there is still a little threshold.

Latin dance is dizzying.

Miss Pender had gone to change, but Peter was still wearing a T-shirt of a color he could no longer recognize.As the crowd scattered, I whispered, "Is this a common occurrence for you guys? Wearing completely sweaty clothes?"

"Oh, yes!" Weng Kexin laughed, "If you change it as soon as it gets wet, you may have to use the washing machine twice to wash it after dancing every day. Sonia is going to change clothes with skirts. We have to practice other things later, which requires higher body control, and sweating is unavoidable. But sweating just now generally doesn’t smell particularly bad, it depends on the specific person.”

This is really hard to answer.My brain hadn't recovered to work, so I thought about it and said, "Do you often practice for a long time?"

"This is a common situation for professional dancers. They practice eight hours a day and go home to do flexibility training at night, which should be similar to working in the office." Weng Kexin talked about these in a very casual tone, "Of course there will be a break in the middle ...dancing to the music is the happiest time, because it means every detail has been corrected."

I felt thirsty for no reason, so I unscrewed the water bottle and said, "Is it as strong as before?"

She nodded. "Jewboy is my weakness, so we make it the first thing in the morning."

I squinted my eyes, did the practice process follow her?The teachers love the students so much.

"What do you think of the first dance just now?" Weng Kexin asked me, "I mean the choreography part."

"Well, I'm a complete layman," I thought, "but it's refreshing."

She seemed to be thinking about something: "We're learning this dance. My partner is in Malay, and he's pretty much done it, but we haven't had a chance to practice together yet...Peter suggested we switch dances, which I don't want. I love this dance, and it was composed by old Pender. I wish the immigration quarantine would be lifted soon..."

"Old Pendor?" I grasped the key information.

"It's Veronica Pender, Sonia's mother. Before she got married, her name was Veronica Sadr, and I have all her game videos." Weng Kexin said a lot about Miss Pender's mother. Things, "Peter and Sonia and their class were also choreographed by old Pender, do you want a video?"

I nodded and said, "Is it a very powerful game?"

She seemed to realize that I didn't know anything about it. She paused and said, "It's the first echelon competition, the amateur group. Unfortunately, there were two big mistakes. They didn't pass the second round."

I nodded slowly, and asked again, "The first echelon of what?"

She was also in the fog, for a long time, pointing to the ground: "The first echelon of the earth?"

"Okay." I silently digested, "Will chatting with me delay your practice?"

"Not at all! I'm doing unconscious imagination exercises." She said a term that I understand every word, but I still don't understand what it means when combined. I even suspect that she made it up to be lazy, " By the way! Where were we talking just now?"

I thought about it: "Sonia's foot hurt."

She said at the same time as me: "I was very young."

The huge difference in narrative perspective did not embarrass Weng Kexin at all. She then said: "In short, I was very young, and Sonia was not in Singapore at the time, so I had no way of knowing the specific situation. She just changed a new partner. , over-practiced, she sprained her ankle and didn't even know it, and only when the test results came out did she recall that she had heard a 'click'."

I frowned.

"Then it was discovered that her Achilles tendon in her right leg..." Weng Kexin made a snapping movement, "Peter was very depressed during the period before and after the operation. You know, people are easy to blame themselves too much. But Sonia is The strongest woman I know has basically completed her rehabilitation in half a year, and the pain is hard to imagine for those who haven't experienced it."

I was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "Thank you for telling me this, Kexin."

Weng Kexin shrugged: "I was thinking that you must also be a very strong woman, explicit or implicit. Don't let us down, okay?"

"Okay." I looked into her eyes. "It sounds like this accident is not as far away as I thought. Is it 13 years later?"

"It was 13 years." Weng Kexin said, "Peter just came to Singapore, and the studio was a mess. I really don't know why my teacher suggested that I transfer to him...I think it might be fate."

After the last word, she stood up silently.

Fate greeted her.

I don't dare to drag Weng Kexin to chat and bury my head in reading the news. I just want to create the illusion that I'm working in front of Peter.Recently, they have been very busy. The three of them are obsessed with practicing. I am watching from a distance, and I inevitably work overtime in the end.

Practice ended promptly at [-]:[-] pm.Miss Pan De was still full of energy, but the other two were a little tired, and felt that they were not very willing to speak.Peter is fine, but Weng Kexin's contrast is too great. My impression of her was reversed three times in one day.

I've basically dealt with the matters in hand, so I secretly watched Miss Pan De do the stretching.Changing from her high heels, she kicked her legs twice at first.Before I could react, in the blink of an eye, my calf was parallel to her face.

Small scene, Li Yao, don't make a fuss.

Isn't it just 180 degrees? This is normal, very normal.

But I couldn't hold back and took a breath: "How did you do it? Why did you go up all of a sudden?"

I see other people doing the splits slowly.Maybe the kick is not the same as that one?

Miss Pender looked at me with a calm expression, put her foot down, and kicked it up again.

She laughed.

I must have invisibly exposed my surprise.

"It's nothing." Miss Pan De moved her shoulder joints, "Practice every day, and you can do it too."

I was still a little worried: "Doesn't it hurt?"

"To you or to me?"

"to you."

Miss Pan De smiled and shook her head, and suddenly asked, "Are you free now?"

"Uh." I paused, "I can't practice with you guys."

She laughed dumbfounded: "It's not mandatory. I want you to help me get the fascia gun in the staff lounge. Can you? I want to stretch for a while."

After she finished speaking, she winked at me.

of course!I rushed out immediately.

When I came back, I happened to see them stretching their legs, their postures were surprisingly consistent, with their feet hanging on one high and one low stool, one hand resting on their legs, and the other hand playing with their mobile phones.

I'm not saying people can't use their phones while stretching.

——It’s just that until a few seconds ago, I always thought that the 180-degree split was the limit of the human body.

The legs of the three of them are arched, and Miss Pender has the shallowest curvature, which makes my legs hurt; Peter looks like a hook, making me feel that his legs are broken by myself; as for Weng Kexin, who is the most flexible...

I compared it quietly.

Are her legs bent 250 degrees?

Small scene, Li Yao, small scene.Don't make a fuss.