Haven't you been looking forward to seeing him......

This sentence struck Shaida's heart, causing her movements to freeze all at once.

I didn't expect that at this time, I would be able to hear Kosgaard's name.

Is he coming?

So close to yourself?

Shaida suddenly became a little frightened.

In the ancient country of the East, there is a poem called "Closer to home is more timid", although it is not the same thing, but Shaida feels that her undulating, tidal mood is similar to the description in the poem.

I was looking forward to seeing it so much, but when I suddenly told you that I was about to see it, I somehow became cowardly and suffered from gains and losses.

At this point, no matter what you are looking forward to seeing, whether it is your hometown or a person, the tangled mood is the same.

I haven't seen him for ten years, what has become of him? Over the years, Shaida has been paying attention to Konstantin's news, but how much does the Kosgaard in the poster and video look like the real Kosgaard?

There's also the troubling question – does Kosgaard remember her?

The encounter was only a short season ten years ago, and since then, they have not been in contact again. Ten years ago, the carefree time was so good, but at that time the two of them were only five or six years old. Even if Shaida always keeps it in mind, will Kosgaard be the same?

Shaida had always felt that it was natural for her to think about Kosgaard, and it was most normal for Kosgaard to forget about her.

Because Kosgaard is an angel, a spirit, and his body glows. It was he who made Shaida fall in love with dancing, so whenever she danced, she would think of Kosgaard.

But she was nothing, just a girl from the most ordinary steppe herdsman's family. What else could she give to Kosgaard and Aunt Vera during that time a temporary shelter for him, except to take Kosgaard on a wild run on the grasslands?

Over the years, it was Kosgaard's shadow who had been protecting her, guiding her, and encouraging her, which was already good. Shaida felt that it didn't matter even if she was forgotten by Kosgaard, because of Kosgaard's existence itself, she had already gotten enough.

However, the thought of seeing him, seeing the real him very closely, my heart still fluttered and beat hard.

Shaydali climbed from the bed to the ground, rushed into the bathroom, and slapped her face with cold water to calm herself.

The most important thing now is to pass the exam, isn't it?

Kosgaard is a student of the Northern Capital School Park.,As long as you can pass the exam.,Enter the Northern Capital School Park to study.,At least you can have more opportunities to see him.。

Therefore, Xia Yida immediately packed her bag, packed all the necessary items for practice, and hurried out of the door.

For everyone who is focused on doing things, the passage of time is always imperceptible. By the time Gray looked up from the library, it was already dusk.

All day, he sat in the library and barely moved, and his mental power was almost exhausted. Now, with the matter at hand over for the time being, he realized that his whole body was a little stiff and sore.

It's really not a long memory! Gray couldn't help but blame himself a little - the blood circulation in the lower limbs was already very poor, and he accidentally sat for another day.

He stretched his shoulders a little and decided to stop by the practice room for some activity. Today, the three groups are resting, and the three groups of special comprehensive training buildings are idle and unused, so it should be very clean.

Gray likes the training ground in the Northern Capital Academy. Although it's just the school's site.,The loss is large.,It should have been reduced in cost.,Everything can be maintained with minimal functions.,But Beidu School Park never makes any discount in terms of hardware facilities.。

The practice room here even reminded Gray of the place where he practiced many years ago, full of sweat and glory.

But, after all, it was something he didn't want to recall.

Stepping down the stairway that was too clean for the practice site, Gray unconsciously walked to the third floor. In fact, there were several practice rooms in the comprehensive training building, each of which he inspected back and forth every day, and there was no need to go up to the third floor at all, so when he unconsciously walked to the third floor, Gray himself was a little surprised.

There is a slight feeling of heat in the right leg, is it the relationship of that girl?

It was the night before, and the touch of the girl's hands really gave his right leg a long-lost sense of relaxation and soothing.

Gray was a special person who was always choked by pain, and at that moment, the god of pain seemed to be bewitched by the girl's little hand, and took a small nap, and for a moment let him go. How many people in this world can understand that ordinary is a kind of happiness? For Gray, the feeling of not being painful can be called happiness, to be exact, "not so painful", which is good enough.

Strangely, there was a low sound of music coming from the practice room on the third floor.

Who's here?

It's been a whole week, and the load on those candidates is almost at the limit of their capacity, so today, most people should not even want to get out of bed.

Gray gently approached the place where the music came from, and noticed that someone was dancing to the music.

It's her!

Because there is no one around, the girl seems to have completely detached herself from the world and is completely immersed in the world of music and dance. Her expression and body were unusually relaxed, and her long hair was not neatly coiled up as usual, but fell like flowing water, and swayed like soft aquatic plants with her movements.

It's rare for people to have such long hair in a place where they grew up, and it's as black as ink, and for some reason it feels mysterious.

Gray looked at it for a moment, unable to discern what she was dancing. She just closed her eyes and no longer seemed to be governed by her consciousness, but only listened to the guidance of her body and danced to the music. However, after a short time, Gray had already discovered that she was still dancing the basic movements she had learned these days.

But at the moment she was unusually relaxed, apparently jumping out at random when she remembered any movement, mixed with some strange gestures and gestures, many of which Gray had only seen a few times in the sacrificial dance.

She didn't dance very gracefully this time, and she didn't have any rules, and the basic skills she had practiced recently had made great progress, but it was far from enough. But it was very strange that it was her dancing that inexplicably caught Gray's attention.

As if seeing her for the first time, she performed Vera Sakalova's masterpiece "The Border of the Sky" on stage in an almost nonchalant way. At this moment, Gray felt that inexplicable mindful thing in her body again.

Gray has an extremely critical eye for dance, what is it that sparks his interest in this way? Gray Fantacia, who has always prided himself on seeing things clearly, found that he couldn't find the answer to that question for a while.

Her dancing is not beautiful, but she can inexplicably make people think of the sky, think of the green of the grass, hear her own heartbeat, and feel the blood flowing vigorously in her veins.