When each group entered a state of intense preparation, the art examinations of major colleges and universities were also put on the agenda at the same time. Outside of the Seedlings Cup, high school students who are looking forward to art colleges are also stepping up their professional classes, looking forward to advancing to their favorite majors.

Because Song Xian applied for the dance academy in City A and knew the super high difficulty of the dance academy, she often soaked in the dance room, and even the cynicism in the mouths of those classmates who always bullied and isolated her on weekdays couldn't take care of it. Every time class ends, she is the only one left in the dance room to stay in front of the bar and continue to practice.

Song Hao, who came to take Baji's class, often waited for her quietly outside the door of the dance room.

...... "You don't need to wait so long for me, you can go to the cafeteria early and eat lunch early, so that you can rest a little more at noon." On this day, Song Xian practiced again after class, walked out of the dance room and saw Song Hao's figure again, and couldn't help but say.

Song Hao always waited for her to walk out of the dance room and then go to the cafeteria with her to eat. He didn't ask him out at all, but Song Hao insisted unusually.

"It's okay!" Song Hao said, "I take classes on your side, and I don't like to eat lunch alone after class, but my classmates and I don't go to and from the same classroom...... It's a hassle to ask your classmates to meet up."

"Anyway, I only know you in the senior's class, so I have to be wronged that you often eat with me, sister." He took it for granted.

I don't forget to add the title "sister" at the end.

The invisible coquettish is the most deadly. Song Xian was poked by his "sister" in the softest part of her heart.

If you chase him again, it seems that you are not close to people.

"I...... I just think I'm going to practice late every day......" Song Xian said, "but since you think it's okay...... "Well, okay?"

"Okay! Walk! Sister, what are we going to eat today?!" Before Song Xian's words were finished, she was interrupted by Song Hao's excited shout. He grabbed Song Xian's arm with a big grin and walked briskly in the direction of the cafeteria.

In this way, he is especially like jumping over the threshold and starting to have fun after getting permission to go out to play...... Golden Retriever.

Song Xian had a helpless expression on her face, but in her heart, she was secretly very envious of Song Hao, who was full of vitality, and she was glad that he was by her side at the moment.

There seemed to be no gloom in his life at all, and there was nothing that worried or scared him. Compared to him, he is like a dusty teddy bear left in a corner where he can't see the light.

Such a Song Hao is willing to be friends with himself like that, and he has no intention of leaving her.

This is probably the rare warmth she has encountered in high school after living in a gloomy mood for so long.

So she gradually unloaded her guard in front of him, told him about her injury back then, and let him stick to herself after class......

...... "Sister! Your favorite thousand-page tofu!" Out of her mind, Song Xian's bowl had two more pieces of tender white and flexible tofu. Soaking in the bright broth in her bowl looks particularly tempting.

This was given to her by Song Hao. Song Xian used chopsticks to pluck these two pieces of tofu, and she was secretly surprised.

In fact, he hasn't known Song Hao for a long time, but he has even understood and silently remembered such a small thing as her liking to eat thousand-page tofu...... This feeling is as if the person sitting opposite is not a junior who has known each other for a short time, but an old friend who has had a tacit understanding for many years.

"Thanks, thanks." Song Xian said very unnaturally.

Song Hao didn't seem to care about Song Xian's unnatural performance, and he didn't seem to pay attention to her thoughts at all.

The sun is warmest and strongest at noon, shining through the windows and spilling into the room, blowing around everyone. Song Xian sat at the dining table, and she could also feel the sunshine as scheduled.

I used to feel glaring, but today I feel very warm.

She looked up and looked at Song Hao, who was eating opposite, and had to sigh at the miracle of fate.

If it had been a month ago, how could she have imagined that she could still make friends and live a less depressed life every day

What about the future?

...... After school in the afternoon, Song Xian still came to the dance troupe to find Bai Yilun to make up lessons as usual.

It won't be long before she will go to the examination room for the preliminary examination, and she will look for Bai Yilun more often.

"Let's start with the activity, and then dance the repertoire twice from meat to tail, and I'll see what details can be improved." There wasn't much time left, and Song Xian's preparation for the exam was basically the highest level she could prepare. Bai Yilun knew that the improvement space of this student had basically made use of the mechanism, and the most he could do was to correct the final mistakes and appropriate urging.

"Yes, Teacher." Song Xian has always behaved in a proper manner, and her eyes have long lost the unconcealable youthful affection for Bai Yilun before.

Originally, Song Xian's performance should have been as Bai Yilun intended, but Bai Yilun was 100,000 unhappy.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but the expression on his face visibly collapsed.

Song Xian held on to the pole and moved her body thoughtlessly, looking at the fact that she had practiced very diligently after returning to school, but Bai Yilun looked at her and was not satisfied.

"I've been in good shape at school lately, and I've made a lot of progress." After he said this, he felt awkward. Originally, he was only supposed to be responsible for the students' practice outside the school and the part related to the art exam, and what Song Xian did in school was not in his charge at all.

But he still used this kind of lame language to talk about her experience at school, which not only sounded like she could inquire about anything, but also had a bit of yin and yang in her tone.

"I'm all right." Song Xian's answer was very perfunctory, "Every day after the professional class, I will strike while the iron is hot, and practice for a while while my physical condition is better."

"Oh, that's good." After Bai Yilun finished speaking, he walked away, standing at a considerable distance from Song Xian from the teacher's position, just looking at her figure reflected in the mirror to check her movements.

Song Xian was just her student. If she had an inexplicable admiration for him, then she would definitely tell him everything she had been through lately.

But he didn't know what reason he lost his aura in her eyes. Now that he is really just an ordinary teacher, she doesn't want to say anything, and he has no position to ask at all.

It's like walking into a dead end, thinking there's a road ahead, but you've just hit a wall.

It's not going, it's not going back.

I can't say why, Song Xian in the mirror doesn't look very similar to Lu Panpan, maybe it's just that the mirror is flipped over, and the charm on Song Xian's face, which is very similar to Lu Panpan, disappeared in an instant.

But even Bai Yilun himself couldn't tell whether he was just helping Song Xian stare at the movements out of the teacher's accusation, or Song Xian in the mirror who had no heart for himself, so he couldn't take his eyes off at all.

"Hand up." He still looked solemn on the surface, walked up to Song Xian, and raised her hand.

"I've said this many times, remember to do it."

In the past, his warm breath pounced on her face, and his fingertips touched her unconsciously, always making her cheeks red, and her thoughts didn't know where to fly.

Today, she just focused on her movements and said indifferently, "I remember, teacher".

On the other hand, today's Bai Yilun, seeing Song Xian and personally correcting her actions, inexplicably seemed a little deliberate. It looks like it is to deliberately attract Song Xian's attention.

Seeing that Song Xian almost didn't react, Bai Yilun retreated gloomily and continued to stand farther away with his arms crossed, watching Song Xian's every move.

To tell the truth, under his guidance, Song Xian's level has indeed improved significantly, but it is obviously not top-notch.

Her right ankle was always unable to exert her strength, and I don't know if it was due to insufficient congenital conditions or a later injury. This injury had a great impact on her...... A considerable part of the completion of the movement will be limited by the weakness of the ankle.

There is also the arm, the back side is also like it has been bumped, and when you need to use the dorsal muscles to raise the arm, it is always a little worse.

If it is placed in many years

Among the light students, Song Xian is definitely the type that can be praised by everyone with her dance; But among the dancers, she is not destined to be the outstanding one.

No matter how much you make up for it, it is impossible to turn over and become a top-notch child.

The reason why he proposed to let Song Xian take a risk to apply for the dance academy was just to see a little imagination of her and Lu Panpan's appearance and temperament.

With Lu Panpan's status in the dance academy, winning the impression points of the examiners may bring her a little hope.

After dancing the play twice, Song Xian sat down as usual and stroked her ankles.

In order to prevent habitual fractures, she must rest and relax every time she jumps. Even if the art exam is imminent and she urgently needs to practice hard, she will not risk her old injuries.

She told Song Hao about her injury, but she didn't tell Bai Yilun, so Bai Yilun didn't understand the real reason for her ankle weakness, but she could always express her understanding.

"Are your ankles okay?" Today, Bai Yilun took the initiative to ask about Song Xian's ankle for the first time.

"Teacher, I'm fine."

From beginning to end, for his own past, for the most secret scar in his heart, Song Xian didn't want to be in front of him at all.

On the basis of maintaining decency and courtesy, he replied to him in the most unfamiliar tone and the shortest reply.

Bai Yilun was silent.

Why...... Feeling a little lost?

「...... That's good." He ended the topic in the most bland tone he could, but he frowned uncontrollably.

"Teacher, is there anything particularly wrong with my movements?" Song Xian asked.

Action, action. What was wrong with her, that she had only been concerned about the movements all along?

"Nope." After Bai Yilun finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the dance room. "You rest, I'll come back and watch you practice."