CHAPTER XXXVIII

Fang Ke's cold has been fine for a day, he has been more diligent in cleaning in the past two days, turning out old books, sweeping dust, renovating or something, as if he is very idle. Song Ze didn't think much about www.biquge.info pen, fun and pavilion, after she finished the exam on the 12th, she practiced dancing at home, a familiar and addictive dance, her body was still a little stiff, she hadn't practiced much recently, but she returned to her previous state in one morning.

Fang Ke poured her water and put it on the small balcony next to her, and sat there looking at her, her body was very soft, and her dance movements were very smooth, the natural dancer was not as beautiful as her, but she was more angry than her, and he could see that she was smiling when she tried to dance, although it was a very light smile.

She danced until noon, when Fang Ke brought food out of the kitchen and called her over to eat, she stopped, wiped her sweat with a towel, and went to the bathroom to change her clothes—the dance costume was already soaked, and then she came out and sat down at the dinner table.

"You can't see it, you can cook too. She took a piece of tofu and put it in a bowl, three dishes and one soup, it looked good, she put it in her mouth to chew, swallowed, and it tasted good.

Fang Ke sandwiched a few pieces of meat for her, and said with a smile: "Anyway, I've lived alone for so long, so I can't eat outside all the time." ”

Song Ze buried his head in eating and stopped talking.

After the meal, Fang Ke took the initiative to ask to wash the dishes, he pushed her and asked her to rest for a while, she did not refuse, and went to the bedroom to rest.

Fang Ke washed the dishes, and the water in the faucet kept flowing, hitting the back of his already reddened hand, cold. His lips were slightly raised, chewing and smiling bitterly, his Ze seemed to be a little different.

In the afternoon, Song Ze and He Xiaowan went to the school auditorium together, there were already many people inside, the two found a front seat and sat down, and then, there were sparse people coming, and then the lights in the auditorium were turned off.

The show began, the spotlights on the stage came out, and then, a woman in a medieval dress, her body was soft, she danced, and then she fell to the ground, the lights went out, and they came back on, swept to the side, and a man in aristocratic costume came out with a sword......

Before she saw half of it, He Xiaowan fell asleep, she didn't like this kind of thing very much, it was more boring than philosophy, she just came to accompany Zeze. Song Ze watched it with relish, she didn't let go of their every move, what is the essence of dance, it is Lingyun, when a dancer doesn't care about others and only indulges in his own dancing, it is the most beautiful time.

The stage play is over, the host came out, as Song Ze thought, the host came out, it was a person dressed as a clown, and asked if there were any classmates who were willing to go up, many people in the audience raised their hands, and about a dozen classmates went up, Song Ze put the hug into He Xiaowan's arms, the latter was suddenly scared awake, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Song Ze's back on stage, she rubbed her eyes and hugged the bag in her arms tightly, adjusted her position, and looked at her.

The host looked at the people on the stage one by one, asked for their names and ages, Huang Ling was the youngest, followed by Song Ze next to her, she didn't expect Song Ze to come up at all, she thought she shouldn't know the reputation of this art troupe, isn't she just a village girl from the countryside!

The host paused when she passed by Song Ze and asked her to raise her head, she slowly raised her head and saw a trace of surprise flashing in the host's eyes, and then the host smiled and pinched her face and praised: "The little girl is very smart." ”

"Thank you. Song Ze bent his eyes and bowed his head.

Next, the host asked them to form freely, in groups of two or three, and then 5 minutes of performance time, and the remaining two groups were PK. Huang Ling pulled Song Ze's clothes and whispered, "Eh, let's have a group." She doesn't know other people's dancing skills, but she knows Song Ze's, and the two are the best to work together.

Song Ze was already a little taller than Huang Ling, and from her line of sight, the momentum on Huang Ling's body suddenly weakened a lot, and she let out a faint "um".

Then there is the lottery ticket, the order of appearance, Huang Ling couldn't wait to draw one out in the cardboard box, and pulled it aside to show Song Ze, it was No. 4, there were seven groups in total, the position in the middle, not too bad luck, followed by 3 minutes of preparation time, all improvised, no one had any preparation, Huang Ling proposed to use the round dance taught by the teacher to deal with it, Song Ze nodded, the round dance is also a waltz, it is impossible to be outstanding with what the teacher has learned, Song Ze thought about it, the two discussed changing a few movements, and tried it to be connected and considered ready。

The competition began, and some of the people in the first few groups could see at a glance that they were not professional dancers, and the movements were a little stiff, but there was also a group of men and women who cooperated very well, and Song Ze couldn't help but marvel at their tacit understanding, as if they had rehearsed many times before.

Soon, it was their turn, and the two of them first stood up, looked at each other, then nodded, and began to jump.

The waltz is very simple, but the most beautiful waltz is to see the deepest softness in the simplicity, plus the few movements that the two have changed, which is more vividly reflected. Both of them have good qualifications, and the song is over in less than five minutes, but both of them know in their hearts that they played well this time.

He Xiaowan, who was sitting in the audience, watched their dance, her eyes were always on Song Ze, remembering that she hadn't seen her dance for a long time, and she must let her teach herself again when she went back. She finished the jump and stood aside, watching the others, and from time to time she turned back to talk to her partner, not knowing what she was talking about, but focused. She was very happy to see Ze Ze like this, it was the feeling that Ze Ze had grown up.

After everyone finished performing, the host walked out, the spotlight swept over the front row of the audience, it was all their teachers and professional dancers sitting, Song Ze's eyes flashed, when the host announced the competition just now, she thought that if there were no judges, it would not be impossible for the audience to evaluate, but it might be troublesome. So when she saw them, she wasn't so shocked.

"Okay, the judges, teachers, please mark the results for each of our 7 groups. The supporters were still smiling.

Many people present didn't expect such a powerful guest seat, some began to regret why they didn't take it more seriously, and some began to correct their makeup, such as Huang Ling. A few minutes later, the results were announced, and a staff member handed the transcript to the host, he looked at it, smiled weirdly, and then cleared his throat: "Group 1 ....." As soon as he spoke, the three people in Group 1 hugged and cheered, thinking that they were lucky, and the host did not stop them, and then read, "Group 2 ......" was another cheer, and then there was a sigh.

Huang Ling drooped his head next to Song Ze: "Come on, without us, obviously we dance better than them." ”

Song Ze stared closely at the thin piece of paper in the host's hand.

"Group 5, Group 6, Group 7. The host continued to read, a series of doubtful voices, Song Ze suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, pursed his lips and smiled.

They've passed.

"Hmm, how can there be so many groups?" Huang Ling was still puzzled. Until the host said, "All of the above are eliminated." She was so excited that she was about to jump, in fact, she did the same, she hugged Song Ze and jumped and jumped.

Song Ze smiled and let her go.

"Then, the two groups of students we left behind stayed, and the rest of the students please go down. The smile on the host's face looked all mocking at this time, and those people looked different, leaving Song Ze, Huang Ling, and a man and a woman. The host walked to the middle of the two groups, pulled the girls of group 3 on one side, and Song Ze on the other, pinched his palm, and then let go, he walked in front of the two groups and faced them, "So, are you ready to fight alone now?"

"What?" Huang Ling said in surprise.

"The standard of day and night is very high, I didn't expect there to be so many outstanding students at Minghu University this time, but," the host said, "we can only keep one." ”

Only one remains.

The four on the stage looked at each other, and leaving only one meant giving up their partner, or quitting themselves.

"So now, are there any people who quit?"

There was silence on and off the stage, Huang Ling looked at Song Ze, and looked at herself, she couldn't quit, this opportunity was very hard to get, she was unwilling to quit here! Song Ze didn't think much about it, she only knew that she had to persevere, no matter what she did, it was not her habit to quit halfway.

In the other group, the two seemed to have some arguments, and then, the boy pulled the girl to the host's side and announced that both of them had withdrawn. It's probably a couple, and they are reluctant to let each other be wronged. There are only two people left on the stage, one moment they are still partners, and the next moment they become opponents, and ordinary people really can't bear it.

Now, then, the two of them improvised a solo dance. Are you ready?"

Huang Ling gritted his teeth, shook off the hypocrisy in his heart, and nodded. Song Ze looked at the host and nodded in the same way.

The music began, the first song was rumba, both of them were up and down, the second song was tango, Song Ze was a little struggling, most of the dances she learned were ethnic dances, and she had little contact with modern dance, Huang Ling of course knew her situation, and while glad that she often participated in the ball, she danced carefully, and the third song was ballet.

Huang Ling has been ballet since elementary school, which is her strength, however, as far as she knows, Song Ze can't even tiptoe, sure enough, Song Ze paused when he heard "The Death of the Swan", ballet, she suddenly smiled, slowly stood on tiptoe, and danced slowly, at the beginning of the month, Jiang Yue discussed ballet with her, talked about the trick of ballet, and she also specially performed a ballet for her, saying that it would be good for her after she learned it. She only practiced a few times, but she had a strong knack for learning new things, and she quickly mastered it, and then when she was in Paris, Andy asked her to do a ballet pose during the shoot, and she was still very puzzled, didn't she shoot winter clothes, how did she turn into a dance dress? Later, she saw Andy put his photos into a folder called "Dance Drama".

"Learning dance, how can you do without ballet. She remembered him saying that.

Shouldn't she feel lucky?

At the end of the dance, Song Ze's end action was to lie down on the ground, his legs were in a line, he bent down on his legs, and closed his eyes. Huang Ling's end action was half-squatting, stretching out his hand into the distance.

The audience applauded thunderously.

"So, what do our judges think of the two students?"

The score came down quickly, Song Ze and Huang Ling stood together, Huang Ling pulled the hem of his clothes tightly, and his palms were full of sweat. Song Ze was also a little nervous, but she seemed much calmer than she was.

"Well, the ...... who stay in the end end" the moderator deliberately stopped.

Wait, so long wait. Even breathing can be felt so clearly.

"Huang Ling, congratulations!"