"Hello? …”

In the room where the warm sun was slightly drunk, Qi Xuanying was sitting on a nanmu seat, carefully wiping a strange-shaped clogs that looked like they were only used in ancient ritual dances. Just as I was about to wax, my mobile phone suddenly rang not far away. She walked over and picked up her phone, which was connected.

“…… Why don't you show up for today's admissions? Zhao Yanwu's helpless voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Does it matter if I show up or not show up......?"

“…… You can't say that...... Alas,"

"Then, you can't miss the training the day after tomorrow, right? Zhao Yanwu had no choice but to change the subject.

"I'd love to be absent." Qi Xuanying made no secret of her true thoughts.

Zhao Yanwu raised her forehead, when will this girl be a little less upright......

“…… No way! I promised that Sister Zheng would be there, and if you don't go, I'll lose a lot!! ”

On the phone, Qi Xuan's tone was a little provocative: "... The reason? ”

This logic of being calm and prudent whenever and wherever almost made Zhao Yan vomit blood.

“…… Well, the reason is, there are good seedlings! Four of them!! Give it to Lao Tzu! ”

“…… I'll be there on time. ”

Zhao Yanwu hung up the phone without delay for a second. What kind of person is this...... I won't take on this rotten errand of calling her again.

The taxi's meter rang on time and arrived home.

…………

Qi Xuanying put down the phone, and a little expectation of the so-called "good seedlings" appeared in her rational mind, and she returned to busyness.

If there are really good seedlings as Zhao Yanwu said, then the time spent on this phone call will be worth it.

…………

Qi Fangfei, a ballet dancer who was accidentally selected, began to rummage through boxes and cabinets as soon as she got home, and the sound was so loud that it attracted angry knocks on the door from neighbors. I apologized hesitantly, and finally found it after rummaging through it.

In front of her was a pair of slightly tattered ballet shoes, the first pair of dancing shoes in her life.

She carefully picked up her dancing shoes, and she couldn't help but think of the picture of herself in the empty music classroom a long, long time ago, by the windowsill, pressing her legs as straight as the metal railing glistening glistening that night with silver moonlight, and remembering the beads of sweat lying quietly on the wooden floor like pearls......

All this must not be let down......

Qi Fangfei held the dancing shoes in her hand very tightly.