When Shaida saw Konstantin, he was sitting on the edge of a waterfall in the woods some distance from the camp, and the sound of water, birdsong, and the rustle of the leaves in the wind set off what he saw in front of him into a beautiful painting.

It's just that the boy in the painting is completely different from usual, and Xia Ida almost didn't recognize it at first sight.

This is not a noble and elegant oil painting belonging to Konstantin, but more like a splash of ink with a wide opening and closing, full of wild atmosphere.

Konstantin was dressed very little, shirtless, with a pair of voluminous shorts underneath, barefoot, and his skin reddened by the midsummer sun. The reason why he is a little unrecognizable is that in addition to the fact that his style has changed too much, there are also blue and black lines painted on his face for some reason, like a warrior of a primitive tribe.

If it weren't for the fact that his skin was still too fair, and the color of his blonde hair was too pure and brilliant, he would have thought that he was a primitive person who came out of the movie.

He sat quietly, soaking up the sun and wind, as if he was merging with the green mountains.

As Shaida got a little closer, Konstantin slowly opened his eyes as if sensing her, and smiled faintly the moment he spotted her.

Shaida felt that the aura on his body seemed to have undergone some subtle change, no longer as heavy as before, but at this moment, it seemed to go back to the time ten years ago.

"Why are you here?" Konstantin asked with a smile.

Shaida had never seen him like this, he was always elegant, always neat, clean and decent, even in his childhood memory, he had never dressed so little. His body is perfect and charming, but for some reason, under his breath, there is no shyness and embarrassment, because what he feels in his body is a very special upward force.

He had just been immersed in a wonderful world that seemed to be very important to him, and by his side, Shaida even felt joy.

"I'm tired of practicing, so I'll just come and go." Shaida replied, "Kosgaard, what are you doing?" ”

Konstantin didn't answer her question, his gaze was long, and he only said, "Ida, I'm thinking about you." ”

Shaida looked at him with some surprise, but heard him say, "I think when we were young, you didn't know how to dance, but when you danced with me, you always had a glow on your body. I sometimes wonder, why is this happening? It wasn't until I came back there ten years later and saw that you were dancing when you grew up, and you were still shining, and that light was even brighter, that I realized that this was exactly what I was missing. ”

"Ida," Konstantin said with a very warm gaze, but also in a very firm tone, "this is the challenge he has given me, and it is a challenge that I must face, and I cannot and will not lose." I have never betrayed the gods of nature, and you will always be the brightest force in my heart. ”

Listening to his words, Shaida was moved and emotional. Gray also vaguely mentioned that Constantine's dancing skills are too strong, and the result of focusing too much on technique is that he will unconsciously become the dance of the aristocratic elite, and eventually be confined to that small circle, and trap himself as a swimming fish in a glass tank.

Gray did not say this with a sense of schadenfreude, and although Gray was often sulky when Shaida mentioned Constantine in private, he was a man who made a clear distinction between public and private.

Especially when it comes to dancing, he doesn't have any selfish intentions.

He was trying to use his own methods to make Kosgaard leap higher, farther, to places that even he couldn't reach.

The challenge of suddenly changing one's style is enormous, especially with only a few days to prepare. But Kosgaard said that if he can do it, he will definitely be able to do it!

Originally, I just trained hard and was eager to take on the challenge. But at this moment, Shaida suddenly had a strong sense of reality for the next game and had firm confidence in victory.

So, when it really came to the day of the game, I felt that it was not real in a trance.

Everything went according to plan, the stage was set, the sets, the costumes and props were prepared. With Gray's planning, everything was perfect, and everyone was confident in their own dance section.

When I arrived, the car passed through many never-before-seen landscapes, and in the distance, you could see a large expanse of lush and mysterious rainforest. The air was also hot and humid, making the heart feel a little swollen and beating excitedly and vigorously.

If you win this one, you can enter the final finals, the highest level of battle that has been depicted and longed for in your heart!

It's sure to win!

Gray didn't follow, he came with the rest of the coaching team. Leaving early in the morning, I didn't have time to say goodbye to Gray or ask him where he was. However, he must have something important, otherwise, there would never be no news until now.

It would be a long drive to get to the venue, and Shaida squeezed her phone tightly. Originally, I thought that Gray would make a phone call or send a message to tell her what he was doing, but now, I don't know how many times I have checked it repeatedly, and the inbox is still empty.

What did you do? Are you so busy that you can't even send a message for a minute for so long?

Thinking about it like this, my heart is really panicked, and I am a little unhappy. However, she did not call or send messages to disturb Gray as usual.

Since there is no news to come, there must be a reason for him. Shaida has absolute trust in Gray, but she feels a little sorry that he didn't be able to accompany her to the game again today.

It should be said that I am quite aggrieved in my heart.

It was time for the start of the game, and the stages of each team had been set up beautifully, and many tribesmen in ceremonial costumes had begun to watch with curiosity and talk to each other in strange language. I heard that the organizing committee has communicated with their patriarch in order to successfully enter this area and set up a stage without being hostile and driven away. But how do you communicate with them? The organizing committee is really powerful.

The people of these tribes really look like in the movies in grass skirts, wearing flower crowns or feather ornaments, and their bodies are naked. The bare part is painted with various ornamental totems. The first time Shaida saw them, she was not afraid or wary, because in the eyes of these people she seemed to see a devout worship of nature.

This makes Shaida feel very affectionate, because they seem to be the same as their own people.

I'm going to try to dance and I hope they enjoy my dance. Shaida thought to herself.

It was a dance that Gray had newly created and refined in the past few days, and Shaida loved it so much that when she looked at herself in the mirror while practicing, she felt that everything she wanted to express was everywhere. In addition to this part, some of the dances that had been rehearsed before were also choreographed together, and everyone worked together to put on a wonderful performance.

If only Gray could watch from the audience.

Shaida glanced in the direction of the coaching team, where there was still no Gray. She remembered what Gray had said earlier - even without me, you must be fine!

I'll have no problem! Shaida thought - but not without you! I'll do well and then, waiting for you to come back. You once said that in the future, every time the performance is successful, you will accompany me to celebrate!