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The Cultural Teaching Building of the Imperial Capital Dance Academy

Trapezoidal classroom 4001 on the westernmost side of the fourth floor

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With a total of ten rows of seats, each row of sixteen, divided into three columns by two aisles, it is actually one of the best classrooms in a small and specialized university like the Imperial Capital Dance Academy.

Four small classes of the 2017 ballet department of Emperor Dance are taking their drama theory class of "Ballet Drama Performance".

There are a total of 119 students in the ballet major of the class of 2017, and 160 seats in 4001 are full, and even the aisles are scattered with a dozen boys.

Even though there were nearly fifty more students in one class, there was only a cold sound of lectures and the occasional rustling of notes in the classroom.

Professor Weng Huaijing, who is respected and feared by the students of the ballet department, is undoubtedly the spokesperson of the school motto "Harmony of Culture and Dance, Virtue and Art".

Only the position of the left column against the wall in the 7th row is a little special, and a few girls are secretly passing "notes" under the table.

What they passed on was actually the handbook of the Bendi dance, the newly opened page, the first line of which was written in gentle and graceful small letters:

"It's four o'clock in the afternoon! It's time for class! Wenwen plucked up the courage to rush the duck! ”

The second line is a dignified and atmospheric block letter, but the text content should be the same as the first line:

"Isn't it, you've been cowardly, Ziwen children's shoes, have you finished your psychological construction?"

Ziwen raised her pen impatiently and replied:

"Zhu Xiaoxi, Ning Meng, you two don't cowardice? During the recess, when Professor Weng was wearing wireless headphones and listening to the song with his eyes closed, why didn't you two go up to the duck? ”

The tone between the lines of her words was very impulsive, but the writing of the dragon and snake betrayed Ziwen's inner tension.

After a while, the book of Emperor Dance Notes was passed back to Ziwen.

Zhu Xiaoxi's side hesitated for a long time before he replied in gentle and graceful Xiaokai: "Wenwen, Xiaoxi doesn't dare... (˶‾᷄⁻̫‾᷅˵)…”

She also timidly drew a cute expression at the end of the sentence.

The dignified and atmospheric block letters flattered and coaxed: "Zhu Xiaoxi and I are both small cowards, good Wenwen, the twenty-nine classmates of our 1703 class are counting on you." ”

Dancing with God, Ziwen stole a glance at Professor Weng's beautiful face, her small fists clenched under the table, and she silently cheered up while not forgetting to remind herself to listen carefully.

"For a ballet dancer, the tension of drama and the expression of emotions can make the character image on the stage more fulfilling..."

The cold voice of the lecture continued: "So... The ability to translate our inner emotions into external experiences is an important ability that we ballet dancers must possess. ”

『Jingle Bell~Jingle Bell~』

The bell rang on time for the end of class in the cultural teaching building.

"Today... That's all we have to say... Class. ”

Weng Huaijing, who has never had the habit of dragging the class, announced the end of class in a timely manner after the bell rang.

She bent down and tucked the textbook and handout folder into her old Pop in court medium handbag, which she had placed under the podium.

This handbag resembles a women's briefcase, and has always been Weng Huaijing's first choice for outgoing school equipment.

Standing up and carrying the bag crossbody, Weng Huaijing took out the wireless Bluetooth headset from the mezzanine of the handbag, and at the same time stepped out.

"Professor Weng, excuse me..."

A weak female voice made her put on her headphones pause.

Weng Huaijing's footsteps stopped, and she looked back unhurriedly, her gaze wandering slightly.

"Ziwen, is there something wrong?"

"Sunday... The end of the freshman military training... There's a school one..."

Ziwen lowered her head, and she continued expectantly: "A welcome party... Our class came up with the "Seve" dance..."

"Huh?"

Weng Huaijing raised his eyebrows and swept to the back row of the classroom, and the students of Class 1703 who were crowded into 6 and 7 rows were quietly watching her and Ziwen.

Ziwen also glanced at the classmates who cheered her up, her little fist clenched tighter behind her back, and her speech speed became normal:

"Professor Weng, Tong Yan and I in Class 1 are already teaching them to dance, but we don't have an accompaniment, so..."

"Accompaniment? That song hasn't been released yet, and it won't be until Saturday night at the earliest..."

Weng Huaijing's reply was as usual: "At present, there is only a sample." ”

"A small sample will do! Professor Weng, we will definitely be able to do not copy, not transfer, and not disseminate. ”

"I'll send you an email later."

Weng Huaijing thought for a while before replying, and then she raised her hand again to put on her headphones, opened her handbag and clicked on the mobile phone in the mezzanine.

"Yay! Thank you, Professor Weng! ”

"Keep the whole vision!"

In the midst of cheers, Weng Huaijing gently floated away from the classroom.

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Usually accompanied by Zhou Peipei, Weng Huaijing walked back to No. 1 Courtyard on Wanshousi Road from the Cultural Teaching Building of the Imperial Capital Dance Academy for twelve or three minutes.

Along the way, Weng Huaijing was also consciously controlling her cadence not to be too fast.

"It seems that Pepe usually walks too slowly."

Standing alone in the elevator eight minutes later, Weng Huaijing, who held the door key, thought so.

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After unscrewing the door, Weng Huaijing deliberately confirmed that Zhou Peipei was still in the studio and did not come back.

With Zhizhu in his hand, Professor Weng smiled at first

I saw her quickly throw down the key;

Take off your small flat-heeled leather shoes;

Stepping into a cotton slipper;

and ripped off the rubber band with a ponytail on his head;

Then stuff the handbag into the locker in the hallway;

Holding her phone, Professor Weng was as fast as an elk in Moriya, and in the blink of an eye she sat down at the upright piano on the balcony.

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Half an hour later, Zhou Peipei returned home from her studio on the other side of Beigu Luo Lane.

Pushing open the door, she noticed that Weng Huaijing was dancing with green silk, playing and singing to herself in front of the upright piano on the balcony:

"Love or affection is borrowed to fill the night

They must all be returned in the end, and there is no point in being greedy

Hesitation is between the plausible and the immaculate

I can't see through this ambiguous eye

It seems to be thick but still very light

Gray Blue wants to say goodbye in the morning

It's not too late.

Although the singing voice is Cantonese that Zhou Peipei is not familiar with, in the afternoon, she heard the sample of Yan Qing singing from Shao Qing's mobile phone, and also saw the beautifully written lyrics:

"The tea turned sour early before I drank it

Never in love has fallen out of love

Accompany you in circles every day

How can the winding be considered short?

I'm wearing your clothes today

I didn't keep you, but I still kept you.

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"Sister Jing'er, I'm back!"

Ignoring this, Professor Weng was so intoxicated that she seemed to have completely forgotten her previous vigilance.

Of course, Zhou Peipei didn't care much about this matter, she reluctantly looked at the beautiful scene on the balcony, and silently began to clean up the mess.

Put the little flat-heeled shoes in the shoe closet;

Pick up the key on the shoe cabinet and the rubber band that fell on the floor;

put on the pair of cotton slippers that Shao Qing often wears;

Reopen the cabinet that is not closed, tidy it up and close it again.

After doing this, Zhou Peipei walked behind Weng Huaijing with a pair of 37-yard light gray cotton slippers in her hand, and she called softly:

"Sister Ji'er..."

Weng Huaijing realized that Zhou Peipei had returned.

"Pepe is back? What about Sister Qing? ”

She didn't stop the piano in her hand, and Weng Huaijing's voice was cold as usual.

"Sister Qing sent me back and went straight home... Sister Jing'er..."

Zhou Peipei replied in her mouth, squatted down and put the slippers properly beside Weng Huaijing before standing behind her again.

"Why are you wearing Sister Qing's slippers?"

Looking back at Zhou Peipei behind him, Weng Huaijing was a little confused.

"Because... My slippers were worn by you, Sister Jing'er. ”

A little aggrieved, Zhou Peipei replied in a low voice.

After reasonable brain supplementation, she asked tentatively: "Sister Jing'er is like... I like Brother Qing's "Ambiguous"... That's why I'm in such a hurry. ”

Weng Huaijing saw the slippers placed by Zhou Peipei beside him.

She moved the piano bench back, and Weng Huaijing looked down at the pair of pale pink cotton slippers on her feet.

…… Silent......

…… Or is it silent......

…… Awkwardly silent......

…… Continued silence......

Suddenly... A female voice that was slightly raised two degrees ago finally broke the silence with a sigh of anger:

"Pepe, you're usually too slow to walk!"

Weng Huaijing turned sideways to change into her slippers, and she rubbed her head back to her bedroom.

「？？？」

Nick Yang's face, Zhou Peipei was obviously confused, she was aggrieved and helpless: "Even if I walk slowly, this... What does it have to do with Sister Ji'er wearing my slippers?"

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It wasn't until dinner was ready that Weng Huaijing, who had changed into a loose sweatshirt, that Shi Shiran came out of the bedroom.

"Pepe, bonus."

Weng Huaijing's face was slightly tense.

"~Dingdong~"

Zhou Peipei's text message rang.

"Sister Jing'er, this is too much."

Zhou Peipei looked at the arrival information on the short message on her mobile phone, followed by five zeros.

"Although you have walked a little bit back and forth to school... Slow, but... Everything else was good..."

Weng Huaijing picked up a small portion of vegetable salad in front of her, and she carefully considered her words: "You don't need to tell Sister Qing about this kind of trivial matter..."

"It's over, it's too late... I'm all responsible for this wave and didn't run away..."

seems to understand but has no guilt, Zhou Peipei carefully peeked at Weng Huaijing, she was still reminiscing about the call for help just now, the guidance from Shao Qing:

"You have to get used to the occasional tsundere that your sister Jing'er occasionally revealed, after all, some people can't see it if they want to see it, otherwise why do I like to tease her, after all, Tsundere is the cutest girl in my eyes."

Zhou Peipei secretly snickered: "Are the clothes from Brother Qing's past? It turns out that this is what Sister Qing said about tsundere, tsundere, love love."

"Well, I know~ By the way, Sister Jing'er, Sister Qing said that the manuscript we chose was clear... Teacher Yan Qing changed with us? ”

Zhou Peipei bluntly changed the subject.

"Well, "Ambiguous" is more suitable for female voices to sing."

Weng Huaijing replied lightly.

"This song is super good, and the lyrics are very well written."

Zhou Peipei's sparkling eyes lit up.

Weng Huaijing stooded her body and wanted to single Zhou Peipei with her back, but she squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "It's okay, the rhyme is good." ”

"Sister Jing'er, I'm trying to master Cantonese, but it's so difficult."

Regarding Weng Huaijing's arrogant attributes, Zhou Peipei, who obviously still stayed at the stage of tasting and stopping, talked about her longing in her heart.

Weng Huaijing picked up the salad fork on the plate and encouraged softly: "Take your time, come on." ”

"Today, the cleaning company completely cleaned up the house..."

Zhou Peipei nodded, and began to report to Weng Huaijing about the work she and Shao Qing did in Beiguluo Lane today: "The decoration plan, Sister Qing and the designer have also evaluated, our studio only needs to do some interior soft decoration..."

munching on the vegetable salad in small bites, it seemed that Weng Huaijing was quietly listening to Zhou Peipei, but her heart didn't know where it was going:

"The moon to the Mid-Autumn Festival is bright... The clouds and sunny days are all closed, and they are happy with the good season in the world."

Feeling the warmth from the old sweatshirt on his body, he fluctuated with his thoughts, and Weng Huai's slender eyebrows and eyes quietly became flooded with peach blossoms.

"Send a message to the couple, don't be drunk with Guanghan, see you the day after tomorrow..."

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PS: "Ambiguous"

Original singer: Faye Wong

Lyrics: Lin Xi

Composer: Chen Xiaoxia

Arranger: Chan Wai Man

Album Included: 1995 "DI-DAR"

Cold knowledge: Faye's "Ambiguous" is actually a Chinese song sung by cover singer Huang Yingying - "Love Snow", which is included in his solo album "Spring Light".