~~~~~ Girls who practice ballet walk without horoscopes. ~~~~~ "What did you say?" Annie looked at the key in Bastian's hand, and was a little confused about the situation for a while.

"You move to my apartment." Bastian handed the key to Annie, but she didn't have any intention of taking it.

"What are you thinking! Although I'm not the chief and I'm not a goddess anymore, but I still have dignity!" Annie almost slapped Bastian on the face, combining his previous and current performance , She didn't have too much brains when she thought of that.

"No, I didn't mean that." Bastian quickly shook his head and explained.

"You don't mean anything? You have come to me again and again, and you've even wandered around my apartment now. What do you want to do?" Annie questioned him, and even slapped his hand away.

"I don't want to do anything." Bastian has never been a good talker, and now he is even more speechless, "Besides, your place is not an apartment."

"What don't you want to do? Are you already bidding in your heart? How much is a failed dancer who has rolled back from Berlin worth? She only costs more than 100 euros for a performance, and it's about the same price for an exclusive night, right? !" Annie was irritated by his last words, she knew that she looked terrible now, but it was not his turn to judge.

"You don't understand the current market." Bastian touched his nose. Their players often stay in hotels, and they have heard a lot about these things.But he is very honest and has always kept himself clean.

"You still said you didn't think about anything!" Annie turned her head, turned and left.The arc of her twisting was so great that she almost broke her cervical spine.

"Isn't that what you're thinking about?" Bastian quickly chased after him. If he lost Anne, he would definitely not be able to get out.

"Get out!" Annie ran back to her room and slammed the door behind her.

Bastian is not a person who gives up easily. He leaned against the door that was not very soundproof, and told Anne in detail, "Annie, I admit, I have always liked you. But that kind of love It is limited to the appreciation of beautiful things, just like the world loves Mona Lisa and Princess Sissi. I also know that you must have experienced very bad things now, and I can only want to help you, with a The identity of an old classmate."

Annie was a little less angry when she heard what he said.She sat down against the wall and began to think about life issues.

"Annie, I also have a dormitory in the team. The apartment is usually vacant most of the time. In this case, it's okay for you to move there. And I'm not living for you for nothing. You give me 50 yuan a month. Oh, you are responsible for the utilities, okay?" Bastian continued, and he seemed to feel that Annie had calmed down, because it was so quiet inside the door.

From his personal experience, women like to throw things when they are angry, his mother did, and so did his ex-girlfriend.

"That location, 50 Euros is nothing." Annie opened the door, and Bastian's offer was really tempting. If she doesn't agree now, she will definitely regret it.

"An increase of 10% every year." As if afraid that Annie would think that he was still plotting something wrong, he immediately raised the rent.

"Don't go back on your word." Annie stretched out her hand to him, "Where's the key?"

Bastian immediately handed the key in his hand to Anne, "When are you moving, I'll help you."

Annie said tomorrow without even thinking about it. She really had enough here and didn't want to stay any longer.

He did what he said, and it happened that the next day was the weekend again. Bastian voluntarily acted as a coolie and came to help Annie move.

This was the first time Annie went to Bastian's apartment, and she found that it was a small duplex.Downstairs is the living room and kitchen, upstairs is the bathroom and bedroom.

She fell in love with it as soon as she entered the door, the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and a whole bookcase on the other side of the stairs.But there are not many books on the bookshelves, and they are all football magazines.

"It's not bad, right?" Bastian had packed everything before and moved all his things away.

"Very good." Annie nodded, she would not say bad words, "Thank you, Bastian."

"You're welcome, Anne." Bastian accepted her thanks because he knew she was really thanking him.Also, she finally called her own name correctly, "I'll treat you to dinner tonight, since I moved to a new house, I have to have a meal no matter what."

"Okay." Annie stopped being polite, she didn't have much money, and couldn't afford him.

Bastian had already prepared today's dinner, so he took Annie to a restaurant that was very popular recently, and the reservation had to be made a week in advance.

Annie glanced at the jeans and shirt she was wearing, she immediately raised her head, and walked in with strides.The grade is not enough, but the temperament can be combined.

Bastian smiled, this princess is still very proud, even though she lived in the basement for a while.She took off her coat, and Bastian saw that she was wearing a white shirt, skinny jeans, and ballet-style flat shoes, as cute as Audrey Hepburn.

Bastian paid special attention when ordering food. He found that Annie's food intake was similar to that of ordinary women, and seemed to be a little bit more.Looking at the opening of her shirt, Bastian was surprised to find that Anne's figure was similar to that of an ordinary woman, and she could be considered to be *convex* in the front and *up in the back.

But the ballet dancer in his memory is not like this.

Seeing that he kept looking at her chest, Annie was not angry, and she understood what he was thinking, "It's just a matter of one thought. Those things that I didn't dare to eat before, cheese, cupcakes, Ice cream, once you like it, you can't control it anymore."

Speaking of this, Anne's eyes were full of tears, because ballet dancers have to strictly control their weight and body fat, so Sabina is in charge of her menu.She hadn't eaten chocolate or ice cream until she went to middle school, and because she went to liberal arts high school, Willy rewarded her and took her to eat.

With such a rich sweetness, she was addicted in one bite.It's a pity that for the sake of her dancing career, she forced herself not to think about those foods.

Many dancers are in the same situation as her, fighting between maintaining weight and good food.Although practicing dance every day consumes a lot of energy, they still need to go on a diet.Many people can't control their mouths, so they can only use the method of vomiting.Over time, it can lead to eating disorders and, at worst, depression.Many people's dancing life is over.

Ever since she had a big fight with Sabina and ran away from home, Anne started to eat desperately.She has gained several kilograms in this month, and some skirts are too tight to wear.

But Anne is not the kind of person who gives up on herself, she quickly controlled herself.There is infinite loneliness after overeating, and she is the same, especially in this situation.So she can't just give up on herself, she is only in her early 20s, and there is still hope.

"Then what are you going to do?" Bastian didn't keep tearing her wounds, he changed the subject and continued to ask.

"My father encouraged me to say that I should do something I like to do." Annie looked out the window. At this time, it was raining lightly outside. With the starry lights hanging in the restaurant, it was a very beautiful picture.

"For example?" Although Bastian had frantically collected her information, it was all about constellations and blood types. As for her hobbies, he only knew about ballet.

"Photography." Annie laughed. "My dad is an editor of a newspaper. He has a Leica M3, which I used to play with when I was young. Once I took a photo of the dance troupe's backstage, and my dad used it for publication. Yes, and I got a small prize in the end. But..."

As soon as he heard this but, Bastian became nervous, "But what?"

"It's nothing." Annie smiled and dismissed the question perfunctorily.At this moment, she can only blame herself for buying so many useless high heels, but not buying a camera.But now that she is so cash-strapped, she can't even afford the cameras she wants.

"I scored two goals in the World Cup this year." Bastian couldn't continue to ask, so he had to talk about himself.

"Really? Are you a striker?" Annie doesn't understand football at all. She only knows that those who sit on the bench are substitutes, and those who can score goals on the field are strikers, and then the others run around, run around. .

"Not really, I usually play in the attacking midfielder position, sometimes in the defensive midfielder, but I can also play in the midfielder." Bastian shook his head and explained to Annie, "Not all players have fixed positions. Yes, and even a defender has a chance to score. Just like this year's World Cup, our team's first goal was scored by a defender, Philip Lahm."

Anne listened very carefully, which was also one of her strengths. No matter what happened, she could listen to it without interrupting others.Willie said that she already has the basic qualities of a journalist, and she has a talent for photography, so she can be a reporter.

"How much does it cost to score a goal?" Although Annie listened seriously, she was quite preoccupied with money.Without paying attention, she asked casually.

"This..." Bastian thought about it seriously, as if his team didn't have such a reward yet.However, players who perform well in the World Cup will also increase their value at the club.Although I did not perform well due to relationship problems some time ago, my net worth has still increased by more than 100 million euros in recent years.

"Forget it, pretend I didn't ask." Annie waved her hand, she didn't want Bastian to think wrongly, and the two had no special relationship, so of course she couldn't ask Bastian about his financial situation.

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