The girl happily went to the training class. In fact, she didn't want to learn any basic skills when she learned Huangmei Opera.

But after she watched Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, she especially wanted to play Zhu Yingtai in it.

There are children's classes and adult classes in the training class, and the children's class is to learn some basic skills, which is relatively solid.

Adult classes are crash courses, which are to choose some of the more famous fragments to learn.

This also meets the needs of different people.

Of course, the girl chose the latter.

It's not so much early as it comes, it's better to come by chance, when the girl came, it happened that the crash course was studying Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

This made the girl even more happy.

In order to make everyone feel good, there are simple clothes and hair accessories in the training class.

All of this made the girl very satisfied, and she happily set up a Zhuyingtai.

In order to facilitate the teacher's guidance, there are only twenty students in a class.

What teaches everyone is a tall and thin beauty, she is dressed in a standard Zhu Yingtai appearance, walking with lotus steps, every gesture, every movement, and even every look is so feminine, and at the same time there is a special heroic spirit.

This teacher made the girl happy, and this is the Zhu Yingtai in her heart.

The girl studied very seriously, but she didn't have any skills, although there was no big mistake in the movements, but there was nothing particularly outstanding.

"Opera is a habit that has been cultivated since childhood, and it is difficult for ordinary people to have that kind of charm without long-term training."

The girl sat in the audience and listened to the teacher above.

She was a little discouraged, obviously she had been very serious and hard to study, but she always failed to meet that requirement.

But the girl is a very stubborn person, and she always thinks that as long as she is willing to work hard, there is nothing she can't learn.

So after everyone went back from class, she was still practicing silently by herself.

She used her mobile phone to record the teacher's voice and figure during class.

Follow the teacher's video exercises over and over again.

But no matter what she did, there was always a feeling that she didn't get the point.

"It's not right for you to practice like this." The teacher suddenly returned to the classroom one day, and she looked at the girl, shook her head, and said.

The girl was a little discouraged, "Maybe I really can't do it!" ”

The teacher shook his head again, "You're already good, you're the latest of all the students, but you're the best of them all." ”

"It can even be said that in a few years, you can become a professional Huangmei Opera actor."

A few words suddenly made the girl's eyes widen, "Teacher, are you telling the truth?" ”

"Of course." The teacher raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes were full of encouragement.

Then the teacher came directly to the girl's side, she stretched out her hand, and gently moved the girl's arms, legs, head, etc., so that the girl's posture was one step closer to the standard.

Then there is the singing, "You have to be like me, some tones come out of the throat and some tones come out of the nose." ”

"If you don't understand it or get confused, even if you practice it a hundred times and recite it a thousand times, you won't be able to meet the standard of a Huangmei Opera actor."

From then on, every day after the normal class, the teacher would guide the girl individually.

The two also communicated more and more, from Huangmei Opera to other aspects of life.

The more she knew, the more amazed the girl became, and there were people in this world who were so like-minded as her.

Many of their interests, ideas, and opinions are very consistent.

The girl suddenly felt that she hated to see each other late, and she was about to bow to the teacher by pulling her.

Of course, the teacher did not agree, but just smiled and pinched the girl's face.

The girl's face flushed, and she heard her heart pounding.

During this time, the girl made very rapid progress in learning Huangmei Opera, and when she occasionally sang a few words at home, she could still get praise from her father.

It's just that the girl has been feeling more and more strange lately, and when she gets home, she has the teacher in her mind.

The way the teacher spoke, the way the teacher danced, and the touch of the teacher's hand on her body.

Everything that happened to the teacher in the training class, she would think about it again when she went back.

Even dreaming at night will dream of the teacher.

The girl knew that this matter was a little out of control, and she knew very well what the reason was.

She fell in love with the teacher in the training class and fell in love with someone of her own gender.

At this time, the girl couldn't help but think of Liang Shanbo, who didn't know that Zhu Yingtai was a woman, and thought that she had become a broken sleeve.

At this time, the girl's mood is the same as Liang Shanbo's mood, she has always felt that she likes men, and she has never thought that her orientation will be problematic.

The girl has something on her mind, she is not serious in class, and when the teacher tutors her alone after class, she always makes mistakes, and when the teacher touches her body to correct her posture, she will instinctively retreat.

One day the girl was still distracted in class, and the teacher called her many times, but she didn't hear it.

"That distracted classmate, please come and sing this passage that the teacher just said." The teacher looked at the girl with a smile.

The girl's head was still a little cloudy, and she stared blankly at the teacher on the podium who was smiling at her.

"If only you were a man." The girl thought in her heart.

"What!" The teacher on the stage was taken aback, she looked at the girl, "What did you just say?" ”

The person next to him looked at the teacher on the podium, and then at the stupid girl.

Suddenly, thunderous laughter rang out in the classroom.

"Ouch, I'm laughing to death, she didn't even know that the teacher was a man."

"Really, after all this time, didn't she know that the teacher was a man?"

"Although the teacher is beautiful, he is a real man, okay?"

All kinds of ridiculous words came to the girl's ears, and the girl realized that she had just said what she was thinking.

But hearing everyone's discussion, the girl's face turned red at first, and then she was overjoyed, and she couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at the teacher on the stage.

At this moment, she was not ashamed of being ridiculed by her classmates at all, but was in a state of surprise.

The teacher is not a woman, the teacher is a man.

At this time, the girl only had this sentence in her mind.

There is nothing wrong with her orientation, and the person she likes is a man.

After class that day, she stayed to practice as usual, but today's mood was even different.

There is joy, there is apprehension, there is hope, and there is a little fear.

The teacher pushed the door in, and her face had a smile on her face, and there was an emotion in her eyes that the girl couldn't understand.