[Ballet Elite] Rondo of Dreams

? Teacher Serkayev and Kyogoku...

I'm leaning my head against the wall, I'm so close, it's not 01:30...so graceful and perfect stretching, and the sensuality of that dance...

It seems that I was really happy too early, and I was so excited when I made a little progress.Watching Kyogoku dance now is indeed like pouring cold water on her head.

However, it is really time to pour.

"Then, now that the Japanese Ballet's Moscow performance is announced, the role of Sleeping Beauty's Princess Aurora..." I became nervous for a moment, "We will compete again, and we will make a decision after the two of them perform the solo part of the entire act!"

Want to... dance again?

No way, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as the expression on my face was twitching, Kyogoku had already stood up and walked towards the field calmly.

I bit my lip and followed her to stand up.

As the music played, my hands and feet began to feel weak... I have been over-training recently, and the sequelae of practicing late last night have begun to appear.Sweat flowed from his forehead and dripped into his eyes. The pain was severe, and his body began to feel weak. Slowly, the pain became more and more painful...

At every moment, I thought that I would not be able to persist, but every time, I miraculously persisted. When the music ended, my mind was almost blank, and I could hardly react.

"It is now announced that the protagonist, Princess Aurora, is—Kyogoku Koyoko!"

My nerves seemed to be waiting for this moment to break, and I seemed to be holding on and said congratulations to Kyogoku, and my eyes went dark, and I fell limp to the ground.

"Masumi!" Kyogoku's terrified cry echoed far, far away.I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I wanted to move my hands and feet, but they seemed to be filled with lead.

"Calm down! She's just anemic." The next moment, Teacher Serkeyev's voice echoed in my ears, and I was transferred from a soft embrace to a warm and strong embrace.The shoulders are completely surrounded by people, and the head rests on the strong chest, and the beating of the heart can be heard.

is teacher……

A feeling of peace of mind surged up all at once, and I completely lost consciousness all at once.

When I woke up again, the first thing I felt was the ache all over my body. It seemed that I couldn't move from the pain from my fingertips to my toes. I felt like I was being tortured if I moved.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—" I lay on the bed in the infirmary, moaning with my face twisted.

"Masumi, are you feeling better?" The sound of the door being slammed open made me immediately follow the prestige, "Aoi?"

"Here, here are your oranges." Aoi put down a large bag of oranges, "You dance very well, everyone is talking about it, although I didn't see it."

"Thank you," I stuck out my tongue in embarrassment, "but I still lost to Kyogoku." In my heart, I am not without frustration, but it's useless to be depressed, losing is losing.I have to work harder!

"I also lost to Cao Bi." Aoi Qiang said with a smile, "However, I don't think I am inferior to Cao Bi. It's just that my personality is a little unacceptable. However, I don't think that dancing should kill my own personality. , I want to find my own path!"

"Wow, Aoi is amazing!" I applauded him vigorously, "You are not confused about the path you want to take, and you are so confident. I also want to learn from you."

Aoi was startled, and then smiled, "Masumi is going to work hard, it seems that someone is coming, so I'll go first." After he finished speaking, he turned out of the window, fortunately, this is the first floor.

After Aoi came in, the other companions of the first-term students, although there have been frictions of this kind before, but after seeing my efforts, everything before is over, everyone is a good person, and, who loves ballet Heart, will not lose to anyone.

Me too, before, if I liked ballet only because of its beauty, after all this, ballet has been integrated into my bones and blood and has become a part of my body.It is impossible and unwilling for me to give up ballet, so I just keep my eyes on the front and move on.

After the selection, the curriculum of the special training class was relaxed a little, and I finally had time to go to a school in Tokyo.From completing the transfer procedures to now... I haven't attended a single class.cold sweat...

Walking into the classroom through the back door is not sneaky, but for some reason, I always feel like I am a thief.

As soon as I walked to the arranged position, I heard some students discussing, "One of the first-term students of the National Ballet School has transferred to our school."

"I know, I know, it's called Sheng Masumi."

"A ballet dancer must be a beautiful woman with a good mind, so it's not easy to get close to her." Hey, classmate, when did I become glamorous and noble?I want to sue you for defamation.

"Must be very elegant."

"Yes, I'm the luckiest, she is scheduled to be next to me."

When those classmates heard what my future tablemate said, they turned their heads together, just in time to see me sneaking past, "You... don't tell me..."

"I'm so sorry," I touched my face, "I'm Sheng Masumi."

"Beauty... elegant... good mind..."

The corner of my mouth twitched severely, "I'm so sorry."

"Hahahaha, there are exceptions to everything. You look prettier on stage. Everyone just has a bad mouth and no bad intentions. I'm sorry, to express my apologies, when you can't come to class, let us help you take notes... ..."

The classmates in the class are all easy to get along with. They walked out of the school talking and laughing with the classmates, and then, I was startled, "Jingji?"

"I'm waiting for you, come with me."

"Okay." After saying goodbye to my classmates, I got into Kyogoku's car, a luxury car, and a super big villa. It turns out that Kyogoku's family is rich.And now in the living room of her house, there is a surprise prepared for me by the first-term students—my 16th birthday party.

Everyone arrived together, except for Aoi, Cao Bi told me that he and his former teacher had gone to Morocco.

It's great, he has always been very clear about the path he wants to take, unlike me, if no one spurs and motivates, some people will always want to be lazy, and he doesn't think so much about the future at all.

"Masumi." I was lightly patted on the shoulder, and I turned my head away, "Yuka!"

"You lost too." Yuka who said this was not sarcasm, but just stating a fact.

"It's not as good as Kyogoku." I touched my head in embarrassment.

Looking at each other, the two of us can be regarded as smiling and obliterating our grievances.

She took the cake in my hand, "I'm going to the United States. In the name of an exchange student, I was recommended by the Department of Culture. I have always admired Master Balesin in New York. This is a great opportunity!"

"Wow, that's amazing," Yuka has always been an assertive person, "but it's a pity that the individual lessons have stopped like this!" The two of us have always been taught by Teacher Serkeyev. Reluctant to stop personal lessons.

"Anyway, Mr. Serkeyev is going back to Moscow with the three of them."

"What?!" The cup in my hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"Are you all right, Masumi?" Yuka hurriedly looked at my hands before squatting down to help me tidy up.

"I'm fine," he felt flustered, "Is Teacher Serkeyev really going back to Moscow?"

"You don't know? Because we have to consider a teacher to take them there, so it should be the teacher Serkeyev who is most familiar with there."