Star Path Divination Room

Squatting in Zisang's padded hat, lying on Zisang's shoulder, Yao Yao said, "I tell you, don't believe me! I can really rewrite history!"

Zisang stared forward blankly: "Then trouble you to rewrite the prodigal parents in my family."

Shaking and snorting coldly: "Then there will be no you!"

Zisang: "That's right. Without me, you can't exist. Do you want to admit your incompetence, or deny your existence?"

Shaking: "..."

The winter morning was too bleak and lonely, Zisang was walking along the street, his nose felt cold, and he looked up at the gray sky.It started to snow.Bingkong Longyi, heavy snow several feet deep.It's almost winter season.

Zisang took out her mobile phone and clicked on WeChat voice: "It's snowing, you and your husband go out to take a taxi".

As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered that he had slammed the door out.Zisang paused for a moment, then swipe up to cancel sending.

She shook her eyes and watched coldly: "I've never seen anyone save their own mother's name as '42w8k7'."

Zisang: "You can open WeChat, and I'll fetch it as 'three packs of cat food' for you."

Shaking his hair: "How can I be so cheap! I am so noble, glamorous and inviolable——"

"And then you ran halfway across the city with a dirty suit of lather."

Shaking his paw on Zisang's face: "Shut up!"

The meat pad stuck to Zisang's slightly hot face, and the sharp nails were retracted.

Shaking and humming twice: "I think your mother is okay, the girl is a mother, what a match!"

Zisang: "How many flavors do you have!?"

Shaking: "The heavy taste is your dad, he shot him into the hole, and then he has you."

Anything can be gagged, this topic is indeed something that Zisang doesn't want to bring up anyway.

Shaking continued recklessly: "Actually, strictly according to your human laws, your father is considered rape|raping a minor... Meow!"

A sharp scream pierced the cold air.

Zisang clapped his hands and looked at Yao Yao who was thrown five meters away: "You'd better rewrite your own history, don't let me catch the chance to kill you."

The phoenix eyes contained a cold and gloomy light, like the blade of a great evil, extremely sharp.

Shake's whole body's hair stood up, his tail was stretched stiffly, his whole body was arched, and there was a low rumbling sound from his throat.

One person and one cat confront each other in a stalemate.

A hand patted Zisang's shoulder, and Zisang's fierceness instantly disappeared, and he looked back.It's a choreographer.

The choreographer looked blankly at Zisang, then at the black shadow that disappeared on the ground, "What's wrong? What are you doing standing here?"

Zisang turned around, but couldn't find Yaoyao.

Choreographer: "What are you looking for? Did something run over just now?"

Zisang smiled slightly: "It's nothing. I thought I'd come earlier, but I didn't expect the teacher to come so early."

The choreographer saw soft bubbles popping out from the tip of his heart, and really wanted to rub this little girl into his arms and feel the pain.Who told her that her face was paralyzed and expressionless?Isn't this obedient and clever, with a nice smile!

The choreographer put a hand on Zisang's back, pushed her forward, and talked about breakfast, the weather and other daily routines early in the morning.

Turning a corner, you can see the door of the dance studio, a huge white signboard in post-modern style, with the word "" in black.

When the choreographer opened the door, he suddenly shouted: "I actually forgot to remind you! Have you brought your ID card?"

Zisang: "...What do you need an ID card for?"

Choreographer: "Bengbeng is a membership system, and you need to register your information to enter the museum."

Zisang: "Director Qin only gives three days."

The choreographer shrugged helplessly: "As long as you want to pass through the small corridor in the hall, you must register, even if you only stay for 5 minutes."

Bengbeng is newly opened this year, and Zisang is busy catching up with female No. [-], so she hasn't had time to experience it yet.It is rumored that Bengbeng's standards are very high, and the people who come and go are either rich or powerful.Among them, there is no shortage of short-term physical training for some stars, and the work of preventing paparazzi and sneak shots is quite good.

Zisang fell silent.

Choreographer: "Didn't bring it?"

Zisang said slowly: "It's not that... I brought..."

The choreographer walked to the front desk: "That's good, give me your ID card. The cost of renting the dance studio will be deducted from the cost of the crew..."

"Actually, it doesn't have to be that troublesome. You can also use it in the school's dance studio."

"The secrecy is better here. Both Director Qin and Aran don't want this dance to be leaked. Do you have any problem with your ID card?"

Big eyes met small eyes, after watching for a long time, Zisang silently took out his ID card and handed it over.

The choreographer glanced suspiciously, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice: "...good name."

Zisang turned his head to look at the scenery.

The choreographer patted her on the back: "Really, the name is very good."

Well, for an antique from the last century, pretty good.

The front desk receptionist greeted with a smile: "Mr. Lin, are you still booking room 301?"

"Yes. Three days."

"Okay. This beautiful woman, Yao Shufeng, is right?"

Zisang covered his face.

Choreographer Teacher Lin: "... Fill in your stage name, son..."

"No no no! That's it!"

Are you kidding me, why did I get on the pole to let people establish an unbreakable connection between these two diametrically opposed names?

This is simply two people!

The receptionist repeated uncertainly: "Fill Yao Shufeng, right?"

Zisang spoke with difficulty: "Yes..."

After completing the formalities, Teacher Lin handed the access card to Zisang, and asked curiously, "Didn't the parents choose the name?"

"Um……"

Teacher Lin was so blessed that he suddenly remembered: "If you say that there are not many people with the surname Yao in T city, the most famous one is—"

"It's just a common surname." Zisang interrupted Teacher Lin.

Teacher Lin also saw that she didn't want to continue the discussion about the name, so she consciously changed the topic.After swiping the access card to the door of the dance studio, Zisang saw the mirror on the entire wall, his heart shivered, and he immediately entered the state.

This is a habit formed by studying dance for more than ten years, and there is no need for any psychological construction at all.Teacher Lin likes her attitude very much. It is easy to teach and efficient.The course that was originally scheduled for one day was completed by three o'clock in the afternoon.

Zisang sensibly set the steps for Mr. Lin, saying that he would practice for a while.Teacher Lin didn't refuse. He took a shower, changed his clothes, and left with his bag.

Before the door closed slowly, someone walked by and chatter and laughter came in.

"It's already snowing outside!"

"It's still going down! It looks like it's going to be down for a day and a night!"

Zisang was the only one left in the room sitting on the ground, and the huge mirror projected it, making the empty room look bigger.There are no windows in the dance studio, so you can't see what's going on outside.But if you close your eyes, you can imagine a white world.

Zisang simply lay down.

As soon as he relaxed, the soreness all over his body emerged.Zisang couldn't tell whether he had a fever or the heat from exercise, and he was a little hazy.

I don't know what that stupid couple is doing... Today, Wednesday, Sang Yunshu has a class at school!That's over, we can't expect Sang Yun Qingzhai to stay at home and never go out!

hello this road...

Zisang thought that he had practiced here today, and went to fetch those two street killers first.

Someone called her name, Zisang frowned.Then he patted her face with one hand, and Zisang opened his eyes.

It took a long time for the phantom in the sight to fade away, and then the strands of curly hair hanging down——

Zhong Liran...

Zisang turned over and closed his eyes again.

Zhong Liran couldn't help laughing: "Get up, go home and sleep! I don't think the floor is hard."

Zisang pretended not to hear.

Zhong Liran went to grab Zisang's arm familiarly, and pulled her up.Zisang was about to lie down like a limp bone, Zhong Liran simply put his arms around her back and half hugged her.

"If you don't wake up, I'll kiss you."

Zisang: "Do I look like a frog?"

Zhong Liran: "Don't normal people think of Sleeping Beauty first..."

Zisang looked her up and down: "Do you feel like a prince?"

Zhong Liran raised his eyebrows: "I played the role of a prince before."

Zisang stood up from her arms, and when he got up he shook, Zhong Liran reached out to support her.

Zisang took a step back, avoiding her hand: "Then, may I ask, Your Royal Highness, what's your business with me?"

Zhong Liran's peach blossom eyes curved, and he replied with a smile: "I'm afraid that the road will be slippery in the snow, and your needle will pierce yourself."