After Song Xian walked away a few steps, she finally couldn't stand the burning gaze behind her. She turned around, and sure enough, she saw Song Hao staring at her with a nervous and worried face.

Why did the poor Baba's eyes still have a bit of begging? What to ask for? Begging her to eat well?

His expression was like that of a fluffy golden retriever begging to be touched on the side of the road, and there was an irresistible deep in his throat.

Okay, I'm losing to you.

Song Xian was like a ghost like this, and Song Hao didn't bother to say anything, but "persuaded" him to eat with him in the cafeteria with the power of his eyes.

Alas, when we first met, when we saw him pestering himself to help with the laundry, I should have realized that he was a coquettish kraft candy. Song Xian sighed.

Looking at the young man next to him, he had already changed out of his practice clothes, although he was not wearing particularly ostentatious expensive clothes, but each private dress complemented each other, and the fabric did not look like an ordinary style to the naked eye.

It seems that it is a noble canine boy?

Such a person, washing her clothes with his own hands? Song Xian really couldn't imagine it.

So he just sent it to the dry cleaner to wash? It seems that this is more in line with Song Xian's imagination, the little young master who does not eat fireworks in the world and does not touch the spring water with his ten fingers, usually knows that laundry is probably sent to the dry cleaner by hand.

Her shirt has always been washed by herself, thinking that this boy volunteered to wash her clothes "personally", Song Xian still couldn't cry or laugh.

It looks like the family is extraordinary, and it is well protected, so it grows up naïve and clingy. This is Song Xian's entire impression of Song Hao at present.

But he wasn't bad by nature, at least he didn't bully her. Song Xian thought that in this huge school, even if there was a friend by her side, she would not be so lonely.

At least when he is not by Mr. Bai Yilun's side, he can still get a trace of light and heat from others.

The two of them bought two meals at random, walked to an empty seat and sat down facing each other. During the casual chatting time of the meal, Song Xian continued to talk to Song Hao about the past without a ride. Although this can be regarded as taking the initiative to expose her old scars, when she really mentioned it, Song Xian was not so painful, but more relieved.

"I thought that the injury would make me give up my dance performance profession that I could often go on, and even let me give up dancing and myself completely."

"But this injury has made me completely aware of my obsession with the stage. I just want to be on stage. This injury just prevented me from exiting the stage, but I had to take the risk of recovering from the injury on stage and falling behind in my professional classes. I don't think these challenges forced me to give up, but rather helped me see what I wanted from the bottom of my heart."

Even if I don't have any advantage now, I don't have any fear.

Perhaps, as Bai Yilun said, anyone has unlimited potential and possibility. His instinct told him that I had a good chance of getting into City A Dance Academy, the top dance school in the region.

I'm going to endure the humiliation and burden to get into the academy, and then completely stay away from everything that excludes and bullies me.

Of course, Song Xian just thought about applying for the dance academy in her heart, and didn't tell Song Hao directly. It was the last bit of burning ambition in her ordinary life, and she wanted to hide it for the time being. Together with her roommate who bumped into her printing the admission ticket at the time, she did not directly show any desire for the exam, as if signing up for a name was just a stroke of luck.

But in fact, she has long used her hopes as a weight and added them to the side of the dance academy.

"I understand," Song Hao looked down at the clear soup in the bowl, and the reflection in the depths of his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be quietly brewing some kind of restrained emotion, "I just support you anyway."

...... In the tank? Song Xian looked at him suddenly.

"Do you believe that I can become a dancer on stage in the future? Still is...... You are just afraid that I will be disappointed so you say that you support me......" Compared with the professional teacher who usually does not ask much of her and naturally does not have much hope, and the roommate who always excludes her, Song Hao's support is very rare and simple, so that Song Xian began to doubt her ears.

Even Teacher Bai Yilun has never said anything like supporting himself.

This kind of discourse is often the most powerful shot in the arm for people who are alone. Through this sentence, they can realize that they are surrounded by others to support them.

They are not absolutely alone, and the road ahead is not absolutely dark. When you hear this, you can instantly feel a person walking beside you with a warm torch.

"I'm really rooting for you, whether you want to be a dancer now or whatever you want to do in the future. My attitude is here, and if there is anything I can help me with, you remember to come to me."

Huh?

In addition to today's class, Song Xian and Song Hao are just three sides of each other. No matter how familiar he is, he won't be so good with himself in just a few days......

Song Xian muttered in her heart, wanting to find more answers from Song Hao's expression. Who knew that this guy suddenly switched from a state of serious talking to a crazy cooking mode, gulping down, almost burying his face in the bowl, and I don't know if this rice is really delicious or if he is hiding something.

Forget it, it's useless to study it carefully, maybe too much curiosity will push this hard-won friend away, and it seems too borderless.

Since I have gained my first friend on this campus, cherish it.

With Song Hao's shot in the arm as confidence, Song Xian was in a wonderful mood all day, so much so that when she went to the troupe to find Bai Yilun for class after school, her steps were light.

"Looks like he's in good shape today." After doing several sets of handlebar exercises, Bai Yilun was very satisfied with Song Xian's movement proficiency and breathing adjustment, and at the same time, he also noticed that her mood had improved a lot.

"Yes, thank you, teacher." Song Xian lowered her head and smiled.

Bai Yilun was stunned for a moment.

In the past, when he was in class, whether he was demonstrating a move, or praising or criticizing Song Xian's actions in person, Song Xian always looked at him.

There is a suppressed and turbulent emotion in the bottom of the eyes.

She kept her head down like this today, as if she was remembering something, remembering something that would make her happy. This has never been done before.

Curiosity rose in Bai Yilun's heart, but it was only for a moment. Soon he regained his composure and continued the lesson calmly, "Overall, you did a good job of this movement, but it was just ......."

He still walked up to Song Xian as usual, correcting her or demonstrating certain actions in person.

Fingertips to fingertips, arms to arms, inevitably touching each other from time to time. But Song Xian's face no longer saw the heartwarming expression she had before, and the two common scarlets on her face did not appear.

This time, Bai Yilun was completely stunned.

Why?

"Teacher, teacher." Song Xian's voice sounded in her ears, and Bai Yilun realized that she had been stunned for a while. And when Song Xian shouted to herself, her eyes were clear, how could she have the slightest ambiguous look before?

"Ahem, let's do the next set of exercises. Remember, I'll go to the break room and sort things out." For the first time, he had an urge to flee from the practice room.

In fact, he did. He walked out of the practice room quickly and didn't look back at Song Xian anymore.

Subconsciously, Bai Yilun even felt that the girl was not Song Xian.

She must not be Song Xian, Song Xian would not talk to him in such a calm tone, nor would she look at him so indifferently.

She's obviously not like that.

Is the girl in front of you really Song Xian? Or is it actually himself who has been thinking about Song Xian in his mind all the time and commenting too much on everything about Song Xian?

Why, Song Xian is actually like this?

Bai Yilun fell into this mess of thoughts in an instant, trapped in it and couldn't get out for a while.

...... In the next half class, Bai Yilun's mind shifted inexplicably, from not wanting Song Xian to be distracted by herself and teaching seriously, to always looking for opportunities to observe Song Xian, trying to dig out her attachment to herself from her eyes.

He felt as if he had gone crazy all of a sudden.

Is Song Xian no longer Song Xian, or is she no longer herself......

......

"Brother, aren't you going to eat?" Looking at his brother, who didn't seem to have much appetite in the theater cafeteria, Bai Lu said with concern.

"Oh, oh. I'm just thinking about the regional finals." Bai Yilun casually found an excuse to excuse himself, and then continued to eat with his head down.

Bai Lu knows her brother best. If it's a competition, and it's a brother and sister who are competing in a team together, my brother will most of the time tell himself his thoughts about the repertoire and choreography of the competition. The first is to consult each other, and the second is to enhance the tacit understanding between conversations. Even if they are brothers and sisters, it is necessary to increase the tacit understanding between each other for major events.

But this time, my brother didn't say anything.

That's obviously not thinking about the regional finals, but on my own mind.

However, Bai Lu does not intend to debunk. She knew that her brother was saying this because he hadn't figured out how to talk to herself. My brother usually never hides anything from himself, even if he has a crush on Lu Panpan, my brother finally told him the truth.

So this time, when he figured out something, he would tell her about the knot. When the time comes, she is willing to continue to be that empathetic sister, understanding and accompanying her brother.

"Speaking of finals...... Because there were players who withdrew from the competition, which is a rare situation for several years. At present, the student contestants in colleges and universities, the Xiao Mi group of A University, the Zhong Lu group and the Fu Ye group of the A City Dance Theater are all currently promoted. Supposedly, the student has less experience in the stage than us, so he can be regarded as a relatively less competitive opponent."

"But it seems to me, as mentioned by the semi-final judges, that they are young and enthusiastic and in peak physical condition...... But not to be underestimated." Bai Yilun analyzed, and Bai Lu also nodded in agreement.