How far is the national competition?

Not far.

"That's right, the National Dance Company Competition, which is held every four years, is much more frequent than the other competitions that are held every seven or eight years."

"But that doesn't mean it's an easy path."

In the middle of summer, the scorching sun bakes the earth mercilessly, and everything else is sick except for the leaves of the trees, which are more cheerful and fresh, as if the last shred of vitality has been drained by the heat. Even the cicada, the "messenger of summer", only hummed weakly, not at all singing as generously as the book says.

But after all, the weather is only an external condition, no matter how bad it is, it can't shake the pace of young people working hard for their dreams.

As always, the members of the dance name gathered in the rehearsal room and immersed themselves in the dance.

For these dancers, dancing in the dog days and in the cold winter is simply a normal thing, so normal that they don't even have to say a superfluous word.

The same scene also appeared on the other side of the city in the drunken song training department.

Tang Zhihua rode on a chair, pursed his red lips, and stared intently at Li Zimu in front of him who was slowly spinning and giving him tricks, nodding solemnly from time to time, without his usual hippie smile.

"So, when you get to the climax of the song, you have to learn to change the amplitude of your movements. Look at me, when this gradually rising legato appears, the movements should be faster than before, and the legs should keep up with the ......" Li Zimu said, raising his white hands high, and the two toned long legs flexibly and quickly alternated forward, and the bun on the back of his head jumped and jumped. Tang Zhihua was trying to remember, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly.

"You can practice more basic tap dance movements and learn to complement each other," on the other side of the room, Wang Yueqi supported his chin with one hand, tilted his head, and said to Tang Yang in front of him, "Now there is a major problem, you see," his fingertips tapped a few times on a stack of music spread out on the table, and repeatedly tapped one of the notes: "At this point of change of beat, the movements should be switched smoothly, and you are too stiff every time you jump here." Practice it again. ”

Tang Yang nodded, calmed his rapid breathing, set up his hands, and waited for the drum to arrive.

…………

"Okay, it's time, come and rest for a while." The door of the training room was pushed open, and Xu Luowei, who was wearing a black cap, walked in quickly, and put a bag of popsicles in her hand on the table as she spoke, "Come on, come on!" ”

From a long distance, everyone could clearly smell the smell of sesame sauce.

Sesame sauce-flavored ice cream ...... Xu Luowei is so good......

I've been eating sesame sauce for half a month, and I'd rather nibble on bread than eat sesame sauce anymore......

I am very resistant in my heart, and it is difficult to refuse the kindness of my teammates. A few people walked over in small steps tragically.

"I just finished strenuous activity, so I can't eat cold directly." After all, Li Zimu still couldn't hold back and kindly reminded.

“……”

"I don't eat sweet." Wang Yueqi shook his head expressionlessly.

"You ......"

"Ha, I ...... too" Tang Zhihua just wanted to speak, but was kindly stopped by Xu Luowei. Hmmm......"

“…… If they don't eat it, they won't eat it, no matter what. You two young men are strong, give me food!! ”

…………

After some laughter, Tang Yang and Tang Zhihua silently collapsed on their chairs without saying a word.

Xu Luowei walked to a freezer in the corner, pulled open the lid of the cabinet, threw the remaining few untouched popsicles into it, and sighed.

"The national competition in the lunar year, are you going?" Li Zimu lowered her eyelids and looked at the phone screen, and asked lightly.

“…… We didn't go there that year? Wang Yueqi affirmed in a unique way.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Pretty!! Tang Zhihua excitedly raised his arms in agreement, "I've rested enough, Master come and continue to teach me!" He jumped up from his chair.

Li Zimu threw down his mobile phone and formed a second style with Tang Zhihua: "Chong Chong Chong!" ”

Xu Luowei smiled slightly and asked Wang Yueqi: "The dance name is also going?" ”

“…… They didn't go that year......"

The summer light is just right, and it is peaceful.