On Saturday afternoon, there were few people training there in the gymnasium of the provincial Normal University. Due to the weekend, the teachers of the PE group also walked almost as well.

Through the observation in the past few days, there are basically no people practicing the javelin project in the high school affiliated to the Normal University, which may be because of the problem of the venue! I learned that there are not many people who apply for the javelin project this year, and I feel even more unconfident, thinking about whether my choice of this javelin project is right!

Tasha came to me that day, and she saw me wandering around there doing nothing, looking here and there, and then she came up to me and said, "Dunzi, don't you practice javelins here?" ”

"There are still people who apply for this project, but I haven't seen anyone practice! Aunt Tasha, is there something wrong with my choice of this project? ”

"It's not a bad thing that no one practices! That way, there won't be a lot of people competing with you! Tasha always had her point, "Don't forget to go to the dance party in the evening, I've got your coach." ”

"Thank you, Aunt Tasha, I'm afraid that I won't be able to practice this project well, and your efforts will not be in vain when the time comes!" I'm starting to get a little discouraged.

"I don't allow you to say that, as long as you do it, the result is not so important." Tasha patted me on the shoulder, "Dunzi, I hope you can please me!" ”

I nodded vigorously, feeling confident again.

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The venue of the National Normal University Ball is the hall on the first floor of the school's reading room. On weekdays, there are exhibitions of paintings and other exhibitions, and on Saturdays, it is a place where dance parties are held.

At that time, there were still ballroom dances such as three-step and four-step dances, and there were many teachers and students who went there to dance. Seeing those gray-haired old professors dancing with dignified steps, the feeling is still unforgettable.

The purpose of the dance party is to provide a place for the teachers and students of the school to have fun and exchange on the weekend, and of course, the tickets have to be paid for by themselves. The ticket price was very cheap, as if it were the price of a bottle of Hachioji soda at that time.

The Soviet coach Tasha found me was named Ivan, not very tall, slightly bald. He taught Russian at another university in the provincial capital, spoke Chinese very well, and used many Chinese idioms that I had never heard of.

The presence of foreigners at the dance is not uncommon for college students. Although foreigners were always able to attract too much attention on the street at that time, the situation was much better on college campuses.

I remember when I was in college, the etiquette teacher also emphasized to us not to be so curious about foreigners, and not to keep staring at others, which would make foreigners think that you were very rude. The teacher also said that if you are really curious and really want to see, you can stay relatively far away and take a peek.

Maybe I've known Tasha for a long time, and there is nothing to be curious about what a foreigner looks like. In order to take care of me, Tasha, Ivan and I also communicate in Chinese.

"Tasha, I see that your nephew's physical fitness is still good, I can guide him to practice javelin, and you can accompany him to my school tomorrow." Ivan seemed to be a cheerful man, "Today our purpose is to dance, not to discuss the issue of javelins." ”

There was already a young female teacher or graduate student looking at Ivan. Ivan noticed this, too, and said to Tasha, "Beautiful lady, may I ask you to do a dance?" ”

With his left hand turned behind his back, Ivan made a gesture with his right hand asking Tasha to step onto the dance floor.

"Thank you, I'm honored!" Tasha replied to Ivan, and before leaving, Tasha didn't forget to say to me: "Dunzi, if you don't know how to dance, wait for me here, and I'll come back to teach you later!" ”

It was my first encounter with this kind of ballroom dancing, and I felt a sense of excitement as the pair of dancers passed in front of me to the beat of the music.

The protagonists on the dance floor are, of course, Tasha and Ivan. Latin ballroom dancing is a borrowed thing, and many of the dances are said to have originated in the European courts, and after many years of evolution, they are of course suitable for those who are tall and tall foreigners.

At the end of the song, Tasha couldn't wait to get back to where I was.

"Dunzi, how's it going? Do you like this dance? Tasha asked me.

"Aunt Tasha, you're so beautiful!" I marveled at the beauty of Tasha.

"Is it just pretty? Am I not good at dancing? Tasha asked me playfully.

"Tasha! Is this your boyfriend? Can you borrow it? "The governess who had just been watching from our side greeted Tasha.

"Ivan is not my boyfriend, my boyfriend is him!" Tasha looked at the governess, smiled at him, pointed at me, and said, "Ivan, why don't you ask this lady to do a dance?" ”

Ivan seemed to be unwilling, but Tasha had no choice but to say so, so he had to invite the female teacher onto the dance floor like he had just done to Tasha.

When I asked Tasha to say that, her face turned red.

"I'll teach you how to dance!" Just when I didn't know what to do, Tasha took my hand and walked onto the dance floor.

The next dance piece happens to be a slow four, which seems to be a good fit for a novice like me.

"What's the matter, I said you're my boyfriend, aren't you upset?" Tasha whispered in my ear, "Dunzi, you know I don't like dancing with men. So you must protect me and don't let them have a chance. ”

I didn't understand what Tasha meant at first, so I said to Tasha humbly, "No! I see you and Ivan dancing very well! No, I should say that I had the best dance here today! ”

"I don't like Ivan, I don't like dancing with men!"

It was Tasha's repeated reiteration that I knew how Tasha felt at that time.

"But, but me, I'm also a man!" I suddenly had a brain cramp and blurted out this sentence.

"Men? You're not grown up yet, you're my nephew! Tasha's soft voice made my ears feel like they were being massaged, no matter what she said.

"I don't always come here for the ball, it's only a few times when Qin comes over, and we only come here occasionally."

"Aunt Tasha, it's hard for you today because of my affairs, for me, for you, let you do something you don't like!" I may not be able to say anything more than gratitude.

"Don't think about it, follow in my footsteps and relax!" Tasha saw that my steps were a little messy, and on a few occasions I almost stepped on her feet.

Before you know it, the song is over. When Tasha and I returned, Ivan was already there with the young teacher.

"Tasha, it's rare to see you dancing here! I've always wanted to learn from you, but you always don't give me a chance! The young female teacher said to Tasha.

"Ivan dances much better than I do, and you don't want to miss this opportunity today. In addition to practicing dancing, it is important to have a good dance partner. Tasha strongly recommended the lady to Ivan.

I could tell that Ivan wanted to dance with Tasha, but Tasha clearly refused him.

"Xiao Song'er, can you lend me your dance partner!" A slightly older woman walked over with her dance partner.

This woman had perfume on her, and it smelled strong. When it comes to perfume, I still like the smell of Tasha, and the perfume on this older woman is a bit strong.

"Director Fan, he's not my dance partner! He is the dance partner of our school's Russian teacher, Tasha! Xiao Song probably doesn't like this Director Fan very much, but he can't publicly roll up her face. So it's better to push the trouble out than not to get it.

"He is my friend Ivan, who also works as a Russian teacher at the university." Tasha didn't say that Ivan was her dance partner, only that Ivan was her friend.

When Director Fan heard Tasha say this, the expression on his face changed slightly.

"Miss Song, can I ask you to dance!" Director Fan's dance partner invited Teacher Song.

"Dunzi, let's dance!" Tasha ignored the people and pulled me back to her dance lessons.

Director Fan saw that Teacher Xiao Song was a little hesitant and said, "This is Director Yan of the Provincial Department of Education, and I came here today to inspect the cultural atmosphere of our school. You're going to have to show what our school deserves! Xiao Song heard Director Fan say this, so it was difficult to refuse.

Ivan watched Tasha dance with me again, and felt a little uncomfortable. Tasha ignored Ivan here, and Xiao Song was invited by the old man to dance again, and Ivan was a little embarrassed at this moment. The dance music had already sounded, and Ivan had no choice but to stretch out his hand and ask Director Fan to dance a song, which was of course what Director Fan thought.

Although Director Fan is almost forty years old, he is still a, and the charm is still there. She danced to her heart's content before Ivan, showing the demeanor of a king. Other teachers and students stopped to watch from time to time, which further stimulated Director Fan's enthusiasm.

On the other hand, Xiao Song's side is not so comfortable, when dancing with Ivan, because Ivan is powerful and has superb dance steps, Xiao Song feels that dancing is a pleasure all the time. But now being embraced by an old man, the more Xiao Song wanted to break free, but was hugged more tightly.

Finally, the song ended, and Xiao Song couldn't wait to return to me and Tasha, trying to keep the smile on his face. It's just that from her eyes, you may be able to read something different.

Another song sounded, and Xiao Song didn't wait for Ivan to invite him, so he directly pulled him into the dance floor.

"Song! What happened to you? Not happy? Ivan whispered to Xiao Song.

"Ivan, don't speak, lend me your shoulder and let me lean on it!"

As he spoke, Xiao Song leaned his head towards Ivan. Ivan felt the woman cry.

"This slut, when you see a foreigner, you put it up, it's really insulting!" Director Fan said and walked onto the dance floor with Director Yan.

Of course, Tasha pulled me along and continued to teach me how to dance. I could see the envy of other people, and I thought to myself, let you envy it!