The top idol is not a substitute

Song Zhi also wanted to believe Song Xiangsi.

But the penultimate teacher in the class and the penultimate one, shouldn't be much better, right?

Song Zhi glanced at the time, it was already midnight.

He said: "Why don't you go back to sleep today and practice tomorrow."

Although it was a questioning tone, Song Zhi had already put on his coat and was ready to go out.

"Do you want to wake up Teacher Yan Xuan?"

Song Zhi's question was not answered by Song Xiangsi.

"Then I'm going first?" Song Zhi pointed to the door.

Song Xiangsi nodded.

There were only two people left in the dance studio.

Song Xiangsi looked at Yan Xuan who was falling asleep leaning against the locker, then turned her head and looked outside the door, Song Zhi had already gone away.

The temperature in the dance practice room was warm and not cold, and Song Xiangsi felt a little sleepy just sitting like this.

But she didn't sleep, but seeing that Yan Xuan was sleeping a little unsteadily, she put her hand against the locker and let Yan Xuan sleep on it.

Song Xiangsi sat down with her back to the locker, looked out the door, wondering what she was thinking.

After a long time, Yan Xuan finally moved her body.

Song Xiangsi lowered her eyes and realized that she should wake up.

Then he retracted his hand and sat down in a seat not far away.

Yan Xuan felt that only a few seconds had passed, and she didn't even realize that she had just fallen asleep.

When I looked at the time again, I realized that more than half an hour had passed.

Yan Xuan yawned and got up, and saw Song Xiangsi sitting not far away.

Only then did I discover that there were other people in this dance studio.

The coat that was originally covering her body also fell with her movements.

"Going back to the dormitory?" Song Xiangsi asked first.

Yan Xuan didn't answer, but glanced at the off-white coat that fell on the ground, it was obviously Song Xiangsi's.

Yan Xuan frowned: "You won't wake me up?"

"I'm about to call." Song Xiangsi said.

"Tsk, I've been preparing for half an hour." Yan Xuan stood up from the ground and threw the coat on her body.

Then he ignored her and walked out the door.

Song Xiangsi hugged the coat in her arms, followed, and turned off the lights and heater.

When she looked again, Yan Xuan had already gone far away.

Yan Xuan stood downstairs, looking in the direction of the dormitory.

There is a distance from the dance practice room to the dormitory, and there are only a few warm yellow street lights along the way, one section is bright and the other is bright.

There was no one around, and there was an inexplicable sense of horror.

In fact, Yan Xuan was a little afraid of the dark.

Although I have tried my best to overcome it over the years, I still feel scared occasionally.

She is not afraid of the environment with the lights turned off in the room, she is afraid of a small and dark place like a cave.

And strange places.

"Xiaoxuan."

Song Xiangsi's voice came from behind.

Yan Xuan didn't answer, but walked a few steps towards the path.

After a while, Song Xiangsi caught up with her and followed her.

"Xiaoxuan."

Yan Xuan still only walked her own way and did not return to her.

"Teach me, I don't know how to do it." Song Xiangsi muttered as she followed beside her.

Only then did Yan Xuan reply: "Can I learn by myself?"

"..."

This is obviously repeating what Song Xiangsi said at the time.

"I can't, I'm sorry, I'm being stubborn." Song Xiangsi said after a moment of silence.

Yan Xuan smiled when she heard the words: "What does it have to do with me?"

Song Xiangsi and Yan Xuan kept a distance, not too close.

"You teach me."

Song Xiangsi's voice was a little coquettish.

"Are you disgusting?" Yan Xuan didn't answer her, but asked her back with a frown.

Song Xiangsi pursed her lips.

Just when Yan Xuan thought she would be silent next time, she heard her say again:

"Teach me, I want to be taught by you."

Yan Xuan: "..."

"Don't teach, get out."

Song Xiangsi sighed softly, and followed her side without speaking for a long time.

Because of Song Xiangsi's twittering, the road wasn't too difficult, and Yan Xuan had already reached the dormitory building before she had time to get scared.

The two entered the elevator one after the other.

After arriving at the dormitory, Song Xiangsi didn't speak again.

It wasn't until they got out of the elevator that Song Xiangsi said, "Good night."

Probably also guessed that Yan Xuan would not respond, so after saying good night, she walked towards her room alone.

Yan Xuan took a look and felt that her back was a bit lonely.

Twitching the corners of his mouth, he laughed at himself for being overwhelmed with sympathy, everyone in the world would be lonely, except Song Xiangsi.

A hypocrite is used to pretending.

After two days of reminders, Yan Xuan got up the next morning before the makeup artist from the program team arrived.

The task of these two days is to learn the theme song and record and shoot.

Just like yesterday, when Yan Xuan arrived at the dance studio, the three of them had already arrived.

Yan Xuan was not late, but she was not as active as the other three.

Yan Xuan sat next to Ying Lian, and in the next second she heard Ying Lian ask: "Is the distribution still like yesterday?"

"I object."

Before Yan Xuan could answer, she heard Song Xiangsi's rebuttal.

Both Ying Lian and Song Zhi looked at Song Xiangsi in surprise.

Both of them thought that Song Xiangsi would be silent like yesterday.

Only Yan Xuan was not surprised. After taking a leisurely look at her, she took a sip of water from the glass beside her.

"Teach me." Song Xiangsi turned her head to look at Yan Xuan.

Yan Xuan was glad that she swallowed her saliva just now, otherwise she would have to spit it out when she heard her words.

"Are you disgusting or not?"

Yan Xuan still said yesterday.

If Song Xiangsi thought she would agree to say this in front of Ying Lian and Song Zhi, then she was thinking too much.

Ying Lian and Song Zhi looked at each other.

The status of these two people has evolved.

In the past, they ignored each other on the bright side, and there was a lot of gunpowder in the dark, but now they directly put their hatred on the bright side.

"I really can't learn, you can teach me." Song Xiangsi looked at Yan Xuan and said sincerely as if she couldn't feel the strange eyes of Ying Lian and Song Zhi.

Ying Lian was the first to feel speechless.

She asked so many times yesterday, but Song Xiangsi always said that she would, she could, don't worry about her.

It turned out that he didn't want her to take care of it, but wanted Yan Xuan to take care of it.

There are some uncomfortable feelings in my heart.

She is also very good at dancing!

But Ying Lian didn't show her displeasure, but smoothed things over and said, "Why don't we draw lots?"

Yan Xuan suddenly thought of something, put down the water glass in her hand, looked at Song Xiangsi with her chin on her hand and twitched her mouth: "Yes."

Ying Lian thought that Yan Xuan was answering her, and asked, "Then I'll prepare some tools."

In the next second, Song Xiangsi's cautious voice was heard: "Can you teach me?"

Yan Xuan nodded, and then said to Ying Lian, "Shall we teach together?"

It doesn't matter if you are in love, in fact, she had a day off yesterday.

Although Song Xiangsi felt that Yan Xuan's smile was a bit weird, it was a good thing for her that she agreed.

It was normal at first.

Song Zhi and Song Xiangsi stood in line, learning from Yan Xuan and Ying Lian.

But then it changed when we practiced separately.

Yan Xuan gave a rare compliment to Song Xiangsi: "You have memorized all the movements, but well, it's just not standard."

Song Xiangsi nodded obediently.

"I'll help you."

Yan Xuan's attitude at this moment was terrifyingly gentle.

Song Xiangsi still nodded without thinking.

Then Yan Xuan led Song Xiangsi to the side for a certain distance, and brought a waist-length foam cushion from the side.

"Press your legs first."

Song Xiangsi hummed.

Yan Xuan showed her the leg press before, she recalled the movement, and then started to press the leg with the force of the foam cushion.

"Hands, I need to touch your toes," Yan Xuan made a demonstration for her, and then said, "Straighten your legs."

In fact, Song Xiangsi's legs are very straight, but this is not the same as keeping the left and right legs in a ninety-degree posture.

"Hold it for 1 minute." Yan Xuan said leisurely from the side.

Song Xiangsi took a deep breath, and suddenly understood why Yan Xuan only showed her the preparations before, but never taught her.

It also hurts too much.

Song Xiangsi studied painting, music and chess in primary school, but never danced.

On the one hand, she didn't show her talent in this area when she was a child, and on the other hand, her mother didn't want her to learn dance.

Finally, 1 minute passed, but Yan Xuan touched her again, and said with a smile: "Try raising it up a bit, like this."

Yan Xuan hugged her right leg, which was in line with the person, and then put it down.

Song Xiangsi: "..."

Song Zhi Yinglian, who was watching all this from the side, said, "..." What a hatred.

Song Xiangsi tried, but couldn't do it.

Yan Xuan stood aside and looked at her, and after a few seconds: "Then do the split."

Song Xiangsi took a deep breath.

Yan Xuan touched her shoulder with her hand and pressed her down.

Song Zhi on the side swallowed: "It's terrible."

Thank you Yan Xuan for not treating him like this yesterday.

Ying Lian murmured thoughtfully, "Didn't you say you don't like being touched by others?"

Song Zhi heard it and replied: "Can it be the same? The two were lovers before, what's wrong with touching each other."

"That's right." Ying Lian scratched her head, "What am I thinking?"

Song Zhi didn't pay attention to her words, but looked at Ying Lian in fear: "I don't want to do the same, do I?"

Ying Lian shook her head: "It's not necessary for a girl troupe to dance like this."

"I cried hundreds of times when I pulled my ligament, and it hurts like that as a kid, let alone as an adult in your 20s."

Ying Lian glanced at Song Xiangsi who was trying to straighten her legs under Yan Xuan's guidance.

I don't understand why Yan Xuan must teach her.

It said that Yan Xuan didn't have any personal hatred, but Ying Lian didn't believe it.

"Does it hurt?" Yan Xuan looked at her coldly and asked.

"It doesn't hurt," Song Xiangsi tried her best to raise her lips, and asked her, "Did it hurt when you were learning to dance when you were young?"

Song Xiangsi had already asked her this question a long time ago.

It's just that Yan Xuan didn't want Song Xiangsi to feel bad at that time, so she kept saying that it didn't hurt.

Yan Xuan didn't answer her, but touched her shoulder with her hand, and pressed her down.

There was an extremely restrained inhalation sound in her ear, Yan Xuan paused, looked down at Song Xiangsi, and saw that there was a little sweat on her forehead.

It must have been painful.

Adult bodies are all set, and it must hurt to pull ligaments now.

Yan Xuan let go of her hand and asked her indifferently:

"Do you still want me to teach?"

"Yeah." Amidst the pain, Song Xiangsi nodded sharply.

Yan Xuan laughed: "Then you continue."

After saying this, Yan Xuan walked to Ying Lian Song Zhi.

Ying Lian asked softly, "Xiaoxuan, Teacher Song looks very painful."

Yan Xuan hummed, picked up the water glass and opened it, and replied, "Did I rush to teach her?"

Both Ying Lian and Song Zhi shook their heads.

Song Xiangsi asked for it.

They all heard it.

"If you feel distressed, you can teach her."

Yan Xuan took a sip of the hot water in the cup, her tone neither salty nor bland.

"It's not that I feel distressed, I just think it's unnecessary for a girl troupe to dance like this."

"That's how I teach."

Ying Lian choked for a moment, and glanced at Song Xiangsi who was trying to stretch her legs into a straight line.

Then prepare to walk in her direction.

In the next second, someone grabbed my right hand, and when I turned around, I found it was Song Zhi.

He looked at her with horror on his face: "I beg you, teacher, to teach me."

Ying Lian: "..."