Salad Days - Chapter 32

The tuition fee for Shen Junyi’s dance class is about 80,000 yuan a year, including all food and clothing, clothing, food, housing, transportation and cultural classes. There are special student dormitories in Yiyi Dance Studio, but Jiang Shen does not plan to live.

“I and Bai Jin live together.” Jiang Shen will naturally have nothing to hide from his mentor. He carried a bag and led his dance suit behind Shen Junyi.

Shen Junyi glanced back at him: “Your boxing friend?”

Jiang Shen said in surprise: “Master, you know him.”

Shen Junyi did not say whether to know or not to know. He took a new tight top and handed it to Jiang Shen.

The men’s dance clothes were made early in the morning, one set for each of spring, summer, autumn and winter. They are all white like Shen Junyi often wears. They are also divided into loose and tight styles, and the texture is superior, with dark embroidery Rhabdo flowers.

“Is there any inconvenience to live with others?” Shen Junyi asked him.

Jiang Shen shook his head: “No, Bai Jin is very kind to me.”

When Shen Junyi saw that his idea had been decided, he said nothing more, and only said: “After that, you will be refunded 1,000 yuan for your accommodation every month. At the end of the month, I will go to the left manager to get the money.”

Jiang Shen changed her clothes and was taken by Shen Junyi to the dance classroom on the fifth floor. Jing Luoyun had arrived. She was wearing a red dance dress and split her legs and lowered her waist. She saw Jiang Shen showing the embarrassed shy smile again, low Say hello: “Deep brother.”

Jiang Shen missed her very much: “Sister, I’m back.”

Jing Luoyun pursed her lips and her cheeks were a little red: “Happy, welcome back.”

Shen Junyi swept around and asked, “Where is Xingzhi?”

Jing Luoyun was also very shy to the master who had followed him for ten years, and said in a small voice: “Sister Xingzhi said he went to see Mr. Pu and came later.”

Shen Junyi frowned, saying lightly: “I told him many times before, don’t walk too close to the fans, don’t you control him?”

Jing Luoyun’s expression was embarrassing, and it was not easy to refute anything. Shen Junyi sighed and waved his hand: “You warm up with Jiang Shen Lajin, and wait for Xingzhi to come before you start class.”

Jiang Shen didn’t quite understand the meaning of “dance fan”. When Jing Luoyun pressed him back, he explained patiently: “Although Liu Xingzhi is one or two years older than you, he has already performed with the dance company.”

“Performance?” Jiang Shen heard this for the first time. It was very new. “Can I also perform in the future?”

Jing Luoyun said gently: “Yes, you still have to participate in the competition. Brother Xingzhi has already won many silver awards in Russia and France, and is one of the youngest outstanding male dancers now.”

Jiang Shen whispered a little, and always felt that these titles were really heavy and far away for him. Whether they were Shen Junyi, Zhou Luoxiang, Liu Xingzhi, or Jing Luoyun, their achievements were unattainable. Students admire.

“You’re still young.” Jing Luoyun seemed to see Jiang Shen’s embarrassment and smiled and comforted, “Liu Xingzhi was also at your age–”

“I was already a national ballet champion when I was thirteen.” Jing Luoyun was violently interrupted before he had finished speaking.

Jiang Shen raised his head subconsciously, only to see a man leaning against the door and standing.

Jing Luoyun was a little embarrassed, but he still voluntarily shouted, “Brother Xingzhi.”

Liu Xingzhi ignored her and walked in. He looked down at Jiang Shen and smiled with some irony: “Newcomer?”

Unlike the facial features of the Orientals, Liu Xingzhi turned out to have a mixed nose with a high nose and deep eyes, a healthy wheat complexion, long hands and feet, and broad and straight shoulders. Of course, the most striking thing was the lush dirty braid of the teenager, and the messy drape was scattered. On the shoulder.

Jiang Shen stood up and shouted “Senior Brother” timidly. Jing Luoyun seemed afraid of Liu Xingzhi bullying others. He hurriedly said: “Master asked you, I said before that I was too close to Mr. Pu, you just don’t obedient.”

Liu Xingzhi’s eyes moved away from Jiang Shen’s face, and he pouted uncontrollably: “He came to me, so annoyed, what to do with him.” He said while biting a rubber band to tie the dirty braid into a bunch, Walking towards the door, he shouted, “I’m going to find Master!”

Jing Luoyun sighed reluctantly at Brother Liu’s back, turned his head to look at Jiang Shen, and was embarrassed: “Your brother…this is his temper…”

Jiang Shen’s head was full of Liu Xingzhi’s non-mainstream hairstyle. The **** secretly asked: “Is he a foreigner?”

“Liu Xingzhi?” Jing Luoyun shook his head with a smile. “No, he is an Inner Mongolian.”

Liu Xingzhi changed the dance clothes. Contrary to Jiang Shen, it was pure black. Shen Junyi took him into the classroom and pointed to Jiang Shen: “Later Jiang Shen will be your brother.”

Liu Xingzhi glanced at him. His eyes were both disapproving and somewhat hostile. He perfunctoryly said: “I see.”

Jiang Shen hesitated and called him again: “Brother.”

Liu Xingzhi’s answer was a snort from the nose.

Jing Luoyun: “…”

Shen Junyi is obviously not a general dull, with some inexplicable expression with a cold face: “Are you arguing?”

Liu Xingzhi said impatiently: “No.”

Shen Junyi actually believed it, and said seriously: “If you don’t have one, you should take care of Jiang Shen.”

Because of the different progress, Liu Xingzhi and Jing Luoyun have already begun to practice formal performances, while Jiang Shen is coached by Shen Junyi alone, and it is necessary to start again from the basic skills.

“Every dancer has his own habits and style.” Shen Junyi sat cross-legged and faced Jiang Shen to sit face to face. “Why do you dance, you have to know clearly.”

Jiang Shen nodded, seemingly incomprehensible.

Shen Junyi was a little harsh: “I haven’t thought about it yet, what nod?”

Jiang Shen had to say: “But I like dancing.”

“Like this thing, how long can you persist?” Shen Junyi’s tone was flat. “It’s not worth it, understand?”

Jiang Shen is not easy to explain, and he can’t understand. He struggles with a bit of discomfort, but he still can’t get an answer.

In the past, some basic skills taught by the Palace of Culture obviously failed to meet Shen Junyi’s requirements. He signaled Jiang Shen to support the hand lever and began to correct it from the posture of arms and legs. At the request of Shen Junyi, most of the postures were actually corrected. Among them, Jiang Shen never said a bit of tiredness, and the sweat behind his jacket became a piece of sweat.

Jing Luoyun, dancing in front of him, couldn’t help but look back. Liu Xingzhi wiped her sweat and glanced at her coldly, “Can you be serious?”

Although Jing Luoyun has a shy personality, he does not agree with Liu Xingzhi’s attitude: “What’s wrong with you? Have you been angry with Mr. Pu?”

Liu Xingzhi put the dirty braid down and covered the towel on his head: “Who dares to make me angry?”

Jing Luoyun puzzled: “So what is your temper?”

Liu Xingzhi snorted: “You really don’t realize it, so you like to be a good person?”

Jing Luoyun: “?”

Liu Xingzhi looked at Jiang Shen, who was jumping in Portdebras. His face was covered under a towel, and his eyes were hazy and complicated: “The quota of the competition, the main dancer of the show, he came, you don’t know this yet What does it mean?”

Jing Luoyun didn’t speak in silence.

Liu Xingzhi hated the iron and made a cut. He stood up, tied the dirty braid again, twisted his arm to the side, and said coldly: “Anyway, I won’t let him give him one.”

Jiang Shen finally climbed into the Bai’s car before approaching dinner.

Once sitting in the back seat, Bai Jin saw that he raised his eyebrows subconsciously: “What’s the matter?”

Jiang Shenqi Ruo Yousi: “Practice dancing…”

Bai Jin motioned to lie on his back, raised his opponent’s one leg on his leg, and began to help relax his muscles: “Go back and soak in hot water.” The second generation of Bai is a boxer after all, and his massage techniques are skilled and precise. He pressed for a while, watching Jiang Shen a little sleepy.

“Have you seen your brother?” Bai Jin asked.

Jiang Shen struggled to open the eyelids of the fight, remembering this, and sighed in annoyance: “Hey!”

Bai Jinyi: “Did you say yes to Shen Junyi, don’t you stay?”

Jiang Shen mumbled, “Say…I can’t live without it?”

Bai Jin asked: “What’s wrong?”

“My brother…” Jiang Shen tilted his head, thought for a while, and said, “It seems that I hate me very much.”

Bai Jinyi doesn’t think that Jiang Shen is the kind of keyword that can be *blocked at will* people’s personality: “Why?”

Jiang Shen yawned, he was so sleepy: “I don’t know… maybe because I keep staring at his hair?”

Bai Jinyi: “…” What is the reason…

Jiang Shen’s eyelids are getting deeper and deeper. When he finally closes, he seems to be trying to search for adjectives.