“1/2/3/4”

“2/2/3/4”

“… …”

"1 da, 2 da, the neck should be raised, look into the distance, eh, yes, look into the distance, smile, have that feeling of shyness"

The teacher's eyes and hands on the TV screen are vividly teaching, and the voice echoes in the practice room.

Dong Qing crossed his feet and stood upright, his right hand was bent into a half circle, and with the guidance of the teacher, his head was slightly raised, his eyes were slightly upward, and he smiled.

She felt that she was dancing well, and when she looked in the mirror, the posture of her hands was crooked.

She straightened her arms, looked at the beautiful arc in the mirror, and sighed to herself, "Okay, in place".

She pouted her ass back, leaned her upper body forward, and twisted her body in a wavy motion.

Glancing in the mirror, the posture of the hand was bent again because of the force on the upper body. She tried to straighten it up, but her whole body was out of harmony again.

Dong Qing sighed dejectedly: "It's really X, it's too difficult."

She fiddled with her posture several times, but her demeanor was still not up to standard.

The backache seemed to be the last straw that knocked her down, and she fell into a lump of mud and fell to the ground, spreading her limbs, like an "X", without any image at all.

Dong Qing lay on his back, frowning slightly, thinking about Wang Yun, revealing doubts.

The videotape she is watching now was secretly stuffed to her by Wang Yun, and the dance studio where she is practicing now was also introduced to her by Wang Yun. She never understood why Wang Yun was following Lin Jing and helping herself at the same time.

There are still 7 days left before the dance competition, and with her current practice results and form, even if she soars, she won't be able to get a place, what should she do?

She doesn't care about rankings, but this time the competition is full of dance masters. Dong Qing practiced hard, just to not be at the bottom of the competition. She hated the penultimate place.

Thinking of Lin Jing's disdainful eyes, Dong Qing couldn't help but kick his legs to the ground.

She really hates those disdainful eyes, which always penetrate her clearly and make her nowhere to escape.

Dong Qing sighed, hey, who made her and Lin Jing still neighbors of the "rich and poor gap".

Recently, I have heard the rumors of my father's unit from my uncle, and the general content is that because Lin Jing's father has the strongest management ability, he will be promoted to deputy director in the near future.

This impulse offended, and I don't know what will happen. She was afraid of implicating her father, and a wave of trouble blocked her chest.

Dong Qing patted his head, trying to keep himself from worrying about the sky.

He said to himself, "When you are the deputy director, you will be the deputy director, it has nothing to do with me, and the ascension of immortals has nothing to do with me, I Dongqing, and one day I will trample her on the soles of my feet."

The afternoon sun poured into the practice room, a gust of wind blew, and the big trees outside the window swayed, drifting one after another maple leaves, one of which accidentally drifted into the dance studio and covered the eyes of Dong Qing who was lying.

Dong Qing grabbed the leaves and threw them into the distance, laughing at himself: "It's really a leaf."

The leaves were impartial, and they landed next to the boy who was also practicing dance not far away, although it was a boy, but it was a delicate body.