Song Hao showed a harmless smile to these seniors who were one grade higher than him, and a pair of canine teeth set off his face as cute as a small animal.

And his eyes, shining as bright as a star and as wet as a lake, were so moving that they could capture the thoughts of everyone who saw them.

"I am a dance student who studies ethnic and folk dances, and I am the first one to study ethnic and folk dances. The main reason why I came here to take the Bargy class is that my core strength is lacking, and the teacher suggested that I follow you to improve more." Speaking of what he was not good at, Song Hao lowered his head in embarrassment, raised his hand and rubbed his hair to relieve the embarrassment.

"So next, I will join the seniors as an auditor. Thank you for your kind attention."

Such a well-behaved and tame junior, no matter whether it is male or female, no one in the entire classroom, including Teacher Liu, can resist it!

Obviously so tall.,Shoulders are also very broad.,It looks like a child with a strong personality.,But the temperament is soft and glutinous.,This sense of contrast.,It's just merciless to poke at the cute point.。

Song Hao, who is "cute", successfully mingled with the seniors in the entire classroom who were one grade higher than him during the break of the first class.

"Brother, do you still have professional classes on the weekends? I didn't go to the Internet café with my brother to open the black."

"You guys go up to the side, you don't have to take the junior brother with you...... Junior brother, ignore them, we borrowed a dance room from the school on the weekend to practice the repertoire for the exam, you can come too, the dance room is so big."...

"Senior brother, after class, senior sister invites you to drink milk tea."

......

Song Hao smiled politely and with dignity, but did not accept anyone's invitation, whether they were half-joking or sincere.

His afterglow was filled with Song Xian's figure.

When he was in class just now, Song Hao noticed that Song Xian's body condition, strength and flexibility could only be counted down in the middle and lower reaches of the class.

The level is not good, and she is especially wooden among her classmates, and she doesn't even have anyone to talk to her during recess.

At this time, Song Xian, as if she didn't notice Song Hao's gaze on herself, looked at the wooden pattern on the floor of the practice room.

Dance rooms often have simple wooden floors. Over the years, the patterns on the floor will always be soaked with the sweat that has slipped from the dancers' bodies, and will take on a deeper brownish-black color than the patterns on the new floor.

is like this piece in front of Song Xian's eyes.

During recess, the dancers sit in this fixed area to rest, so the floor in this area is generally darker – everyone sits on the floor in sweat-stained dance costumes, which of course happens.

But that year, it was clear that ......

"Keep going to class!" The teacher's voice interrupted Song Xian's wandering thoughts. Inexplicably, she silently glanced in the direction of the floor again, and then walked over to the lever and took her seat.

Thinking of her series of performances, all of them were taken into the eyes of the careful Song Hao.

......

"It makes sense that we are extra careful when we walk through the darker floor area in the dance room, because this is a place where people sit or stand for a long time, and the floor is easy to get soaked in sweat and become slippery. But sometimes, some people deliberately manipulate the dry floor, and other people will hurt as well, right?"

After class, Song Xian walked alone in the direction of the cafeteria as usual, but Song Hao's voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Does this person have a tracking radar or does he have a mind reader? Or both?

Song Xian was extremely depressed, and the feeling of being seen through was not pleasant, she simply did not answer Song Hao's words, pretending not to hear anything.

"When I was in the classroom just now, you didn't know me at all, and you didn't say a word to me, and I was still sad. Sister, you take care of me."

Song Xian turned her head and found this sticky person

The junior brother didn't know when he was like a child who was afraid of getting lost, and firmly grasped the corner of his clothes.

And he, a big tall man who is at least a head taller than her, with shoulders almost twice as wide as her upper body, speaks to Song Xian in this semi-coquettish "with a fart" tone, which is not at all weird or annoying.

Song Xian glanced at Song Hao again, and all she saw was a pair of innocent big eyes blinking pitifully on his fair face.

Alas, this world of face-seeing.

Song Xian was soft-hearted by him for no reason, and even a little weak-just now in the classroom, she really didn't say a word to him.

"I didn't deliberately ignore you, I just didn't think about how to talk to you for a while so that the other students wouldn't notice."

Song Hao understood this, which was also the reason why he observed his words and expressions during recess in the classroom and did not take the initiative to talk to Song Xian.

"Then why did they all do this to you?" Song Hao asked, "I'm just...... I just want to care about you. If such a question makes you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, you must take it easy and do not have to answer me."

"I'm hurt."

......

Song Xian's qualifications are actually not that bad. On the contrary, she could have been considered an upper class student.

Of course, that was when I first entered high school.

Until one day, Song Xian was practicing well in the dance room, and suddenly fell down.

Defenseless, without warning.

As a rule of thumb, it's natural to walk forward in strides when passing through dry wooden floors or outdoors, and the feel of your feet will be different if you encounter a slippery dark floor.

But that day, everything came very suddenly and strangely.

Song Xian fell down and almost broke her face. Her kneecaps hit the ground head-on, and by the time she could react, she was bruised.

Since then, she has been at risk of a long-term habitual fracture of her left knee joint, which requires extra control when practicing.

The progress is gradually falling behind the students in this class.

"I see." Song Xian mentioned her sad past, and Song Hao has learned more about Song Xian since then. He frowned and asked, "What about the teacher?" Did the teacher say anything?"

In case someone really deliberately wanted Song Xian to fall, the teacher should always give Song Xian an explanation.

"It's useless, the teacher has asked around for me." Song Xian said, "At that time, everyone in our class watched me fall to the floor inexplicably, and no one was around me at all. The teacher didn't even go to class for me alone, and everyone was suspicious every day...... So the matter was then settled."

Song Xian actually suspected that one of these roommates who bullied her was in charge of the matter. But upon observation, these roommates never seemed to have a motive to hurt her - before the accident, everyone as roommates was just nodding their heads. After the accident, the roommates saw that Song Xian could not have a good development in the future, and they were even more sure that she was a weak and bullying object, so they were relieved to vent the negative emotions accumulated under pressure after the usual contact with her.

When there is no grudge at all, others can't do it against her at all.

"So what? Are you more inclined to think it was an accident now, or do you still want to keep going after what happened?" Song Hao continued to ask, paying close attention to Song Xian's expression during the inquiry, as if he was preparing to stop the topic in time when Song Xian was unwilling to continue talking about the matter.

He didn't want to put her in a difficult situation because of his desire to explore.

"I'm not that embarrassed right now, but I still don't believe it was just an accident." Song Xian sighed softly.

Before they knew it, the two had walked side by side to the door of the cafeteria.

"I don't have much appetite to send you here, so I'll just walk around the campus." Song Xian turned around and wanted to leave.

It could be that between classes once again remembered the thing that almost ruined her, no, it should

Talking about the "accident" that almost ruined everything for her, she is especially depressed now.

Especially when she didn't have the slightest clue about that incident.

Song Hao was actually a little worried about Song Xian's body. If you don't eat lunch at this time, you may not have enough physical strength to follow in the afternoon, whether it is a professional class or a cultural class. But he didn't know how to persuade him, and he was afraid that anything he said would further stimulate Song Xian's emotions.

Habitual fractures, which are a complete bolt from the blue for a dancer who has not yet entered the professional field.

If you can be admitted to a first-class professional college and engage in a career such as dance theory education or youth dance education, it can be regarded as a kind of program that can continue to stay in the dance field.

After engaging in education, the requirements for theory are extremely high, and it is necessary to work hard. Fortunately, there is no need to go on stage frequently, old injuries are not easy to recur, and there is a heavy guarantee for body and safety.

If this path does not work, or if you still want to become a professional dancer, insist on applying for practical majors, and look forward to frequently appearing on stage in the future, then the situation is completely different.

There is no hope for first-class colleges and universities, even if the dance performance majors close to other colleges and universities, the countless assessments in the school and the frequent appearance on stage after graduation are equivalent to scorching the dancer's health, youth, and life on the fire.

This is extremely cruel to the dancers themselves.

Seeing Song Xian so lonely, I am afraid that she is not interested in theoretical majors, and she has not started to prepare, and at the same time, she is deeply disappointed that she has no hope of applying for the dance performance major of a first-class dance school.

This kind of emotion is a quagmire that will only make people sink deeper and deeper, and the truth of the year must also be a long-standing knot in Song Xian's heart.