woman wearing irish linen shirt

Miss Pender was the last to finish.

Weng Kexin had already gone to take a shower, but Peter had been waiting for her.Suddenly, we met eyes again.I shook the fascia gun in my hand awkwardly: "Do you want to use it first?"

"I don't need it." He came over, "Do you know anything about sports medicine?"

His flat tone seemed to be asking me if I could speak English.

"Beyond my knowledge," I confess, "but I'm always open to going into new territory."

"I know some introductory books, you can read them with a kindle." Peter said, "I'll ask Sonia to push my business card to you in a moment. I'll be home between 25 minutes and half an hour after we part, you It should be available by then."

So precise.I was a little puzzled, but I still agreed and responded enthusiastically: "Thank you! This helped me. It always takes a lot of time to find a good introductory book."

"It's okay." Peter nodded.He really didn't smile at all when he was talking, and after a day of getting used to it, I was still a little taken aback from time to time.

Suddenly, he said, "Maybe later you want to use a fascia gun to help her relax her muscles."

"Uh," I looked at Miss Pender, "Of course. But I have never used a fascia gun, and to be honest, my biological knowledge is not enough to support me to distinguish the direction of the main muscle groups of the human body."

He came over a little bit: "I can teach. Excuse me, can you see clearly from this position?" He touched his nose, "I have a little smell."

I laughed. "Don't be so alien to me, Peter. It's okay."

His body is indeed hot, but he can hardly detect the smell of sweat, but it is a certain sports perfume he wears, which has a good long-lasting effect, and there is still a lingering fragrance at the moment.What a shy person, really rare among men of this age.

Peter nodded, then approached me a short distance away, stretched one arm, put his right hand under the collarbone and said, "This is the upper pectoral muscle. The direction of the muscle is like this, a bit like an angel's wings."

He explained a few more positions, especially when it comes to the back muscles. The whole back is stretched, and the obvious muscle lines can be seen through the T-shirt.I listened very carefully, and at the end, when it came to the calf muscles, Peter emphasized: "There is a flat muscle deep in the gastrocnemius, avoiding the knee about five centimeters, from top to bottom, press for an extra minute or two, Until Sonia calls to stop. Do not move the upper part of the ankle, and the relaxation of the Achilles tendon needs to be massaged by hands."

"Okay." I listened carefully.He explained in great detail that he must have been helping Miss Pender to relax the muscles after dance practice every week.

Peter dug out a yoga mat from the low cabinets where the cushions were placed, and said: "It may take more time to learn the massage techniques, and you can help her massage every day in the future. I was thinking, maybe you can Ask a rehab therapist who specializes in sports rehabilitation?"

Ok?

That confused feeling came back again, and I was about to say something to him to express my thanks when Miss Pender came over suddenly: "Peter?"

She glanced at me, bit her lip, and looked at Peter: "Stop talking."

Peter himself looked even more confused than I was, handing Miss Pender his yoga mat and asking, "Why? Well, am I being too enthusiastic?"

enthusiasm?

KGB-style enthusiasm?

However, to my surprise, Miss Pande nodded solemnly: "Yes."

Peter tilted his head to one side like a small animal.

Miss Pender ignored him and slapped him on the arm: "We haven't gotten there yet. You go take a shower."

I stood aside, opened my mouth, and finally said nothing.Peter was expressionless, and when he passed me, he turned his back to Miss Pender and gave me a thumbs up.

It seems that my judgment is correct.Miss Pender, at least in the minds of the three of us, was not someone who would introduce ordinary dates to friends.

Peter and Weng Kexin should both regard me as her girlfriend who is already living together.

We haven't talked about long-term stable romantic relationships.I don't know what her expectations are for the future, whether she has come out with her family - speaking of family, this is another huge mystery, and I don't know how to open my mouth at all.

Miss Pan De was obviously embarrassed, she just lay silently for a while, before she said, "Did my friends make you feel uncomfortable?"

"Not at all!" I said immediately, "Peter is very cool. Kexin and the others are also very friendly."

"Well...I'll have a good talk with Peter later. Sorry."

"You don't need to apologize." I said calmly, motioning for her to turn around and arch her back, "Kexin is really young. Will those who came from the next classroom come to eat with us today? How old are they? "

"Almost all around 22, the oldest is 27 this year. Peter and I—oh." She smiled softly, "You're the oldest person today."

"I'm young." I said stubbornly.

"I agree." She patted herself on the left shoulder and asked me to go up a little further, "Life begins at the age of 40. Unfortunately, this is not the case for dancing. The deeper you understand dance, the more control you have over your body." Well, the bell at the finish line is getting louder and louder. Sometimes I even feel that I should quit my current job and dance wholeheartedly for a few more years, the only problem is that this workshop can’t support me.”

I laughed along with her, and after a while, slowly said: "I heard Kexin said that your foot injury is very serious? You said it too plainly before."

"It's nothing. I can still dance." She looked at me for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Kexin is too gossip, she tells you everything."

I bowed my head and just smiled.She's only wearing a tank top at the moment, and I can't help but be obsessed with her while helping her relax her muscles.These lines are all sculpted with hard work and painstaking efforts. There is softness in the rigidity. What is displayed is strength, but what remains is beauty.It's hard to imagine that in the same space, she can be so dazzling and seize gorgeous moments, but just stay on the ground for a long time, practice and stretch repeatedly, and never get bored.

Between heaven and earth, I don't know which one she is attached to.

"Your dancing is really beautiful," I said, "and so is your body."

Miss Pan curled up one leg and looked at me with a smile: "Did you secretly drink honey just now?"

"I don't need honey."

The place to eat is nearby, and the location is very private. When you enter, you will see a long table decorated slightly.The dining chairs are placed neatly and symmetrically, and there are countless photos of Miss Pender dancing on the wall, from childhood to youth.

Weng Kexin opened a small firework: "Surprise!"

Miss Pan De covered half of her face with the back of her hand: "Why did you find all the photos of me when I was a child?"

Peter shrugged. "I asked Veronica for it. She also thought it was a good idea."

"Her judgment is wrong." Miss Pender sat down and held her forehead, "I don't want to shoot—"

"Let's take pictures together in front of the photo wall later?" Weng Kexin was playing against the tune, "Then when we wait until next year, we will post this year's photos as well."

"Do not."

"you will like it."

"No." Miss Pande covered her face and smiled, her voice was a little higher than usual, "This is too embarrassing. Yao has never seen me when I was a child."

I cleared my throat. "I could swear not to see it."

"You just saw it!"

"Maybe I can work on it." I took a breath, "Did you know that people can actually voluntarily delete their memories under certain conditions?"

"Sounds like science fiction." A girl answered.

This store is a private restaurant, mainly local Southeast Asian dishes.Miss Pan De introduced me formally before the appetizers were served, but I basically talked to everyone during the day, except for one friend who was a professional dancer who rushed over from elsewhere during the meal, so I remember it easily.

Peter said the toast, now dine-in is not allowed to sell alcohol, we clinked glasses and drank sparkling water.There was a pantry trolley in the corner, unused at the moment, full of Miss Pender's birthday presents.

Most of the presents were thoughtful and simple, and even Peter gave him a pair of flesh-colored Latin dance shoes, which were not expensive.Dancing shoes are consumables, and they won't last long. Miss Pande also showed me the soles, which are leather soles, a little fluffy, like suede, and are said to enhance grip.

I don't feel very confident about the gifts I haven't given yet.

Will she not like it?

In the beginning, everyone talked mostly about trivial matters in life, and I basically didn't interrupt, and Miss Pan De seldom said anything, just laughed all the time.She really likes to laugh, is it because today is very happy?Usually, except for the two of them alone, Miss Pan De rarely showed such a vivid expression at work.

After a while they were talking about the dancing again, and one of them complained to Peter that one of the classrooms had not been leveled very well, as if something had gone wrong with the flooring.Immediately afterwards, Weng Kexin began to pour out his bitterness, saying that the venue of a certain competition had poor lighting and slippery feet. Several people giggled, and the professional dancers who came later also said a lot. participated in the same competition.

I quietly asked Miss Pender, "What competition are they talking about?"

"It was the Open Championship held in Singapore last year." She moved a little closer to me, "The one on the left is Asia's strongest active male standard dancer - he claims it, but I am willing to endorse him."

I nod.Now that I have nothing to be surprised about, I humbly asked for advice: "Is the Open a local competition?"

"No, it's the WDSF Open, and that one is mainly Asian. The top two are Vietnamese players, and their basic skills are very solid."

I said, "Your friends are all first-class dancers?"

"Yes."

"I assume your mother is also a top dancer? World famous?"

"In the circle," Miss Pender blinked, "yes."

"What about you?" I looked over.

Miss Pender looked at me for a few seconds with interest.Continuing to look at the speaker, she said slowly, "I did several full dances today. How do you feel?"

"It has expanded my world. I never thought that a dance could have such a strong vitality." I evaluated it seriously, "But I still want to hear from you."

"Okay." Miss Pender looked at her friends, "I'm strong."