Chapter Seventy-Eight: A Ballet for One Man

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"Everyone is quiet, change the dance partner temporarily, without a period of running-in, it is easy to get the dancer injured, if Romeo can't continue to perform, Jing Xi, do you want me to be your Romeo?" Benjamin walked onto the stage, and after saying something to the audience, he turned around and looked at Jing Xi gently, asking for her opinion softly.

Jing Xi's eyes were as gentle as water, and she was ready to nod her head shyly.

"Why don't we have a manly duel, whoever wins is the new Romeo, how about it?"

The gloomy Zhang Zizhe slammed the villain named Jing Xi in his heart, an idiot and a woman, can't he settle down?

Jing Xi didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, otherwise he would definitely poke him in the face, couldn't he understand what chromophobia was!

The boys suddenly remembered Zhang Zizhe's reputation as the best at fighting, and couldn't help but slander, this is choosing a dance partner, not a duel for a woman, if they are Chinese, they will definitely use the sentence that this is not a competition to recruit relatives.

The lights come back on, and Romeo disappears from the stage.

"Beautiful Juliet, would you like to dance with Romeo?" Zhang Zizhe held his hand, jumped onto the stage, stood between Benjamin and Jing Xi, bent down and stretched out his hand.

Jing Xi tilted his head and looked at him with blinking eyes.

With the same black hair and black eyes, Jing Xi suddenly didn't want to embarrass him anymore, at least in front of these foreigners.

"Are you so eager to be the first bird in front of these foreigners?" Jing Xi paused word by word, looked at Zhang Zizhe's eyes, glanced at the back of the stage again, and whispered.

Zhang Zizhe is a little embarrassed, his brain is not slow at all, he thought about it a little, and he understood the voice of Jing Xi's words.

"Cut! I'm not so inferior.,Who loves to be this substitute.怂怂 Zhang Zizhe snapped his fingers, and Shi Shiran walked off the stage.

The light focused on Jing Xi's body, she smiled and bent her eyes, and the pear sockets on her cheeks loomed, "It's a pity! I was full of respect for the seniors of the college, but I didn't expect that the seniors would quit quietly in the middle of the performance, I have a question, I don't know if the seniors sitting here can give advice. ā€

Jing Xi's tone paused for a moment, and his gaze swept over the audience, "I have always believed that for ballet dancers, the stage is her battlefield, no matter what happens, as long as the music does not stop, even if there is no audience, our toes will not stop, but the senior gave me an opposite answer." ā€

Jing Xi's crisp and doubtful voice slammed heavily on everyone's heart, and in the face of her eyes like a clear spring, each student's eyes involuntarily dodged and fell aside.

"Without a partner, my dance is not over, I can still dance. Teacher, please keep playing music. Jing Xi stood back on center stage, standing on tiptoe.

The audience immediately exploded, "How can one person dance for two people?" ā€

Benjamin smiled, and the tooth-baring kitten showed its sharp claws.

Benjamin walked backstage and the music played.

Jing Xi's face was shy, her eyes were lingering and compassionate, and her right hand was raised high, as if someone was holding her hand and taking her to spin, leaning back, and jumping high......

"How did she do it...... "The same question comes to everyone's mind.

At that angle, at that height, it seems that there has always been someone accompanying Jing Xi, holding her hand and spinning and flying......

At the end of the song, Jing Xi bowed deeply to the audience and left the stage.

After a while, the applause suddenly rang out, and the enthusiastic applause almost roared over the auditorium for a long time.

As soon as Tian Lu came back, he circled around Jing Xi, and countless question marks flashed in his eyes.

Jing Xi really couldn't stand it, "If you have anything you want to ask, just say it quickly!" ā€

"Jing Xi, can you tell me how I can jump so high, and your body is leaning close to the ground, and you haven't fallen." Tian Lu opened the pattern of 10,000 whys.

Jing Xi looked down and thought for a while, and when she looked up and saw Tian Lu holding her hands in front of her chest, looking at herself nervously, she smiled.

Tian Lu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and kept shaking her hands.

"It's nothing, I usually train the same as you, I just thought I could do it, so I did it." Jing Xi's face was taken for granted.

Learning health tips, martial arts, and ballet, under the combined effect of the three, Jing Xi's sense of balance and explosiveness have reached a perfect balance.

Of course Tian Lu didn't believe it when she heard such an answer, Jing Xi thought for a while and added: "If I have to say anything different, it's that I learned kung fu." ā€

"Kung Fu!" Tian Lu remembered the kick that Jing Xi kicked Zhang Zizhe away, and that kind of strength may also support Jing Xi to dance difficult ballet moves.

"Jing Xi, can you teach me kung fu, I can pay you!" Tian Lu pleaded anxiously.

"No, I can't. I learned the art from a teacher, I can't teach you without the master's consent, and kung fu has to start from elementary school, and it takes at least ten years to reach my level. Jing Xi's refusal made Tian Lu's face extremely ugly, and when she heard it, her face looked a little better.

Tian Lu was still skeptical of her words, and she planned to ask others before speaking.

"Jing Xi, what is this? It's so cute! Tian Lu had no interest in talking, but he was attracted by a white jade tiger in Jing Xi's hand.

"It's nothing, it's just a pendant." Jing Xi didn't want to continue, so he hung the little tiger around his neck, took the basin, and walked into the bathroom.

Tian Lu pursed his lips, "Stingy!" ā€

I slammed the door and went out.

Jing Xi soaked in the bath of the space and gently stroked the white jade tiger.

A long-lost memory popped out of my mind.

It was when Jing Xi had just returned from Paris, France, met the chief, bought a house, and brought his parents and family to Beijing, and was about to pick up the old Chinese medicine doctor when a letter brought bad news, the old Chinese medicine doctor grandfather died.

Just a few days after Jing Xi lost his memory, the old Chinese medicine grandfather suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and he closed his eyes before he had time to leave his last words.

After the funeral, when the family of the old Chinese medicine grandfather was sorting out the relics, they turned out the letters between Jing Xi and the grandfather, and then wrote a letter to tell Jing Xi the news of the death of the old Chinese medicine grandfather.

Jing Xi felt that her heart was torn alive, and she couldn't cry, she was alone, sitting on the bus, running to Tantuo Temple in the suburbs, hugging her knees, curling up tightly, listening to the sound of bells and drums, tears flowed out silently.